Kidnapped By The Alpha

EMMA

"Emma, you have to say yes to marrying me. I thought we both wanted this? We already got our parents' approval so I don’t really understand what your hesitation is about.” Jake, my boyfriend said as he trapped my face in-between his palms to brush his lips slightly across mine.

To my understanding I love him, I felt like I do but marriage seemed like such a big step, it sounded far more serious than something I can just say yes to right off the bat. Why am I overthinking this anyway? Jake loves me, he shows me that everyday even though our relationship had been arranged by our parents.

He would never hurt me, that’s for sure so where the heck are these hesitations coming from? The first time he proposed, I had a solid excuse because we were still in college then but that has been over for months now and he’s asking me again.

Inhaling deeply, I stepped out of his embrace, breaking contact before he attempted to deepen the kiss. Pain flashed briefly across his eyes that tugged at my heart, I felt guilty for how much my hesitation seemed to be hurting him.

“You know I want a future with you Jake, more than anything but marriage is such a big step and—I don’t think I’m ready for it yet.” My words faded as his face set into an annoyed grimace.

“You’ve known me half your life, what’s scary about being married to me?” He inquired, folding his arms across his chest while also pinning me with a look that demanded an explanation. “You act like you’re marrying a stranger.”

“You’re not getting my point.” I let out a frustrated sigh, he never seemed to understand me despite having known each other for so long. I ran my fingers frustratingly into my hair, realizing that no matter how hard I tried to explain, I may never be able to get my point across to him.

His eyes followed the movement of my hand, a silent disapproval in his sharp brown eyes. He doesn’t like when I play with my hair, a habit I developed while I was younger. I let go of it, not wanting to listen to another lecture from him about how it isn’t demure for a girl to play with her hair.

“What’s your point?” He stepped closer to me, invading my personal space.

“You know how my Dad never lets me out of the bubble I grew up in, I was hoping for a little freedom to explore the world after college, I can’t do that if I’m married to you.”

He chuckled, grasping my hands. “Is that what you are so worried about? Being married doesn’t stop you from exploring the world Emma, we get to tour it together, isn’t that exciting?” He asked, his smile widening into a big one that immediately put me at ease.

“Well, guess I was worried about nothing then. I would love to