An Enchanting Reverie (A Werewolf Romance)

Chapter Three

Olivia was caught in Austin's burly arms before she had even made it half way down the hallway. He picked her up and practically dragged her down the stairs, but instead of letting her go, he sat her down on his lap when he took a seat on the couch within the living room. Her friends were nowhere to be seen and the only other inhabitant was one of the wolves she had seen from the pier. Austin easily dismissed him so that they were alone in the room, and then he turned her around so that she was facing him.

"I am bringing you home with me." He said sternly.

She raised her eyebrows and responded, "What am I? Your pet?"

He chuckled at that, but said curtly, "No, you are my mate. And you are going to live with me until you accept that small fact."

"Oh, but its not so small at all. This is a concept that I refuse to accept, so you might as well as drop dead." Austin reached for her after she had said that and picked her up into his arms. Then, he carried her struggling, cursing, flailing form to his yellow convertible that was parked amidst the driveway of the house.

Olivia could see her friends then, sitting on the porch surrounded by Austin's pack members. They looked as if these men imprisoned them, and she felt that she was the most imprisoned of them all. They gave her a longing look before Austin put her into the passenger side and locked the doors. He unlocked them only to get in himself, and then locked them again as he started the engine.

In an instant, they had pulled out of the driveway and went flying down the road, with the coast on one side and a thick forest on the other. Eventually he made a turn into the woods, and down many more roads. It seemed that the further they drove, the deeper into the woods they went.

It was only when they had reached a large southern home with a white balcony on both levels that Olivia knew they had arrived at Austin's home. It had many windows, and she noted that it would be an easy escape if doors were not an option. Olivia had one goal in mind, and that was to get the hell out of the state of Texas and back to her own home in North Carolina. Unfortunately, she did not have much more time to plan an escape before Austin abruptly opened her door and pulled her out of the car.

"Now what am I?" She sneered at him as he continued to pull her by the upper arm towards his house, "Your ragdoll?"

Austin glared at her from the corner of his eyes, and then continued pulling her up the few steps on his front porch. Olivia decided to continue the insult by saying, "If I had known you enjoyed playing with dolls so much then I would have brought you some of my own."

He stopped at the front door and let go of her arm, but only to put both hands on each of her shoulders. He faced her towards him and brought his head close to her own, "Stop with the joke."

She pouted her bottom lip and mocked him, "But it wasn't a joke."

A low reverberating sound escaped his chest, it was a growl that only a wolf could make, low and feral. Austin opened the door then and pushed her inside, smirking at her ear and taking the joke at hand, "Now you can play with all of your dolls here, at my home."

Olivia bit her lip firmly, not liking how he turned her insult back onto her, "I rather not," she began, "Because you see, I have a home, and its not here with you."

He clucked his tongue repetitively, "Too bad."

She reluctantly followed him to the next room, which was the living room. He motioned for her to sit and she hesitantly did, making her spot on the couch. She sat there awkwardly, but still with a glare plastered on her face as she watched Austin pull his cell phone from his pocket.

"What are you doing?" She asked him, a bit too curiously for her liking.

"Making a phone call." He winked at her, and began dialing the number.

"Duh," she snapped, "but who are you calling?"

"Why," he said with firm lips, "your parents of course."

She hesitantly asked, "Why?"

This time Austin smirked widely, "To tell them your new situation."

Olivia jumped up and put her hands to her hips, "Fine." She snarled, "Tell them, because it's not like their going to let you keep me here forever."

Austin put the phone to his ear and winked again, "That's what you think."

She fidgeted, sitting back down on the couch to watch Austin talk to her parents. She could hear her father answer on the other line, and Austin began to speak.

"Good evening Mr. Wyatt, I have called to inform you that your daughter," Her father interrupted him but Austin continued, "Oh no, she is not in trouble at all. In fact, I have called to tell you that she is in good hands, and that I have marked her as mine. We met just earlier today and I knew she was the one."

Olivia snorted loudly from her seat on the couch, and flicked him off as she listened to the rest of the conversation. When Austin hung up, she finally spoke, "Can I go home now?"

"No," he grinned, raising a single eyebrow, "You cannot."

"What do you mean I cannot?"

"I mean," he smirked again, "Your precious parents have allowed me to take control of this situation, and have given me all permission to do whatever it is that I want with you."

Olivia's jaw dropped.

"What?" She said, her lips quivering.

He looked at her seriously now, "You heard me."

"What?" she repeated dumbfounded.

"Let met simplify this for you," Austin said, brushing his hand through his dark, russet hair and taking a seat next to her. He looked seriously as he sat down next to her, "You are mine." He began again, "Which means that you belong to me. Your parents know this and have agreed to let me do whatever it is I wish with you. Does it make sense now?"

Olivia stuttered for the longest of times, before finally coming back strong, "You are going to regret this."

Austin shrugged, "I doubt that," he stood up from the couch and stood in front of her, "I have heard of your rebellious ways and your constant rejections, but I can assure you little Olivia, that you will accept me even if it's the last day you live."

Olivia laughed at that, "Really now?"

Something in Austin clicked just then. He grasped her chin and tilted her face towards his so that she was staring straight into his dark eyes. His voice was low, his tone serious, and his eyes unwavering as he replied one single word with such confidence that it frightened Olivia.

"Really."