Chapter Fourteen

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I've gone numb. I don't know what to feel. He is cruel. He's so cruel. Everything he does just validates the decision I made to hide from him. I don't even know what they did to Harvey. I hope he is being given medical attention. For the first time, I realize how truly powerless I am, when I'm with him.

I think a lot of his decisions stem from the fact that I hid from him. He's angry at me, and it's coming out in a lot of different ways. There are so many things, he hasn't addressed with me. After all, it's only been a day. I shudder to think what he's going to do if he ever finds out I knew since I was twelve. I told him nineteen though. How did he even know I was lying?

I wander back into my room, change into a pair of silk short shorts and a spaghetti strapped tanktop. There's nothing I can do but sleep. Today's events have tired me out, as is. So I snuggle into the sheets into my room and fall asleep.

My eyes fly open with the sound of my door being open. Zyon saunters in, "Why are you sleeping here?"

"What do you mean, why am I sleeping here? This is my room."

His eyes narrow. "This isn't your room Katherine. You will be sharing my room with me."

"You are sorely mistaken. I'm not sharing your room with you. That's your room. I don't even want to be here, much less, share a room with you."

His eyes flash gold. This man really loses it quick. He walks over to me, and once again, I'm thrown over his shoulders. "Stop. Put me down!" I'm kicking my legs, throwing fists to his back and screaming my lungs out but it makes no difference to him. He walks out of my room and into his own and I'm surrounded by the intoxicating scent that makes my head dizzy. Before, I can recover, I'm sent flying onto the bed. I land with a thud. I look around me. If I thought my room was beautiful, his is exquisite. It's in darker tones, compared to mine, but I can't help appreciating it. When I turn back to Zyon, he's pulling off his shirt. My eyes roam his chest, his shoulders, his arms. He's insanely perfect- as always, the most good-looking man I have ever laid eyes on. I sense the feelings from when I was younger creeping back in, but before they do, I'm off the bed, darting towards the exit. I'm so focused at not looking at him, that I don't see him stick his foot out, because of which I trip and go tumbling onto the floor.

I can't believe he just tripped me. I look up at him from the floor, but he just looks at me amused and then unzips his pants. My eyes go wide, I quickly look away. I hear him take off his pants, my heart-rate accelerates and I want nothing more than to get out of here. That's a lie. I desperately want to look at him. I scramble up, but the minute I take a step towards the door, I feel an arm around my waist that pulls me up, throws me back onto the bed and I'm right where I started. I let out a scream of frustration.

"What is your problem, Alpha?"

"I don't have one. You are my mate, you will sleep here. And if you try to get out of this room once more, I will tie you to my bed. Because like it or not, you are sleeping here."

There was a time, I would have wanted nothing more than to sleep next to this man. But I know that he's angry, I know that he has questions, I know that he has waited for his mate for a long time, so I'm afraid that he doesn't just want me to sleep next to him. He wants a lot more. I also don't want to be tied to his bed, so I don't risk running out of his room. He makes good on his threats. I'm aware of that much.

So I grab the blanket, and with a huff, push myself to lie down. "That's more like it, sweetheart." It's his stupid comment that sets me over the edge. He thinks he controls me, that he can dictate my actions and when I don't follow them, he would force or blackmail me into following them. So I pick up the pillow and throw it right at him. It hits him in the chest as I glare daggers at him.

I'm sitting on my knees on the bed now, as I start to yell. "You fucking asshole. You think you control me? The only reason I am compliant with what you have to say is because you have my friends locked up downstairs, but lets get one think clear Alpha, that is the only reason you have control over me. Not because I am unfortunately mated to you, not because I want to obey you or not because at this moment I want to sleep beside you, so don't for a moment think that this has anything to do with you."

He puts his hands down onto the bed and pauses for a second. I'm waiting for what he has to say, but instead out of no where, he pounces onto me. I'm thrown onto my back, my knees folding underneath me so, im lying down in the most uncomfortable position, with him on top of me. "Katherine, I'm exhausted today. Not only have I found my mate in the last 24 hours, I have had her defy my every command. Something she has the audacity to do, after hiding from me for years. And believe it or not, I am an Alpha. I have a pack to run and it requires a lot of work. So let's get something clear now, I have a lot of things I need to discuss with you. We have conversations that we haven't finished. You know the one where you lied to me about realizing I was your mate when you were nineteen.."His hand trails down from my shoulders, over my breasts and stops at my stomach. I gulp, and grab his hand trying to stop him from going any lower. "We're not done with that. Thing is Katherine, I'm not a kind man. I don't appreciate anyone testing my patience and as much as I like a challenge and enjoy your attempts to resist me, I'm far too exhausted to deal with it right now so you are going to shut up and sleep next to me. Tomorrow we are going to continue our lovely conversation of how long you've been hiding for me."

"I'm not answering any of your stupid questions, Alpha. Get off me!"

He lowers his head closer to mine. He's looking directly into my eyes. Goddess why did he have to have such beautiful eyes? "You will answer every single question, Katherine and if you don't, I'll just make you. But not in the way that I did today, in a way that both, you and I will enjoy far more." His hand trails further down, as he says this. My breath hitches as he puts his hand up my shirt and rests it on my stomach. "And why do you keep calling me, Alpha? Say my name, Katherine."

I keep my mouth shut, trying to ignore the way his hand feels on my skin. The tingles exploding from his touch, his mouth so close to mine. His scent is intoxicating. It's so hard to fight my attraction to him. Somewhere in my head, the fifteen year old in me is screaming, to just lean my head in and kiss him. I wonder how his mouth would feel on mine. "Say it, Katherine." The fifteen year old part of me wont shut up. I have to consciously, push her back down. Why can't he have a conversation with me without touching me? I can't think when he touches me. I gulp, look up from his lips, directly into his eyes, and I just shake my head to tell him I won't.

"mhmmm, scared of how it'll make you feel? Don't worry about it, you'll be screaming it soon enough." My face flushes in embarrassment, as I clench my legs together. I think he feels what I'm trying to do, because he just smirks. "I know the effect I have on you, little mate." And then he rolls of me. I'm immediately on my side, so I don't have to face him. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into his body.

Before I realize it, I'm fast asleep. In his arms. 

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