REIKA

THIRTEEN

A bloody ghost-like hand tightly wrapped around my mouth, face down on the pavement, my arms held behind me, and the huge dickhead that fucked my life sitting on top of me. Unable to fucking move.

Beautiful! Fucking perfect!

His head dropped, and I felt his hair brushing my neck. He repositioned himself and leaned further down to speak closer to my ear. "Am I hurting you?" He caressed my hands as he held them. I tried to scream, 'The fuck you do think? Moron!', but the only thing that was heard was a stupid muffled sound.

That idiot lowered his face to my back, and he kissed me there before he let my hands go. Moving my hands forward, I tried to pull his hand away from my mouth. Since my hands weren't in the way any longer, he hugged me from behind. I clawed at his hand, digging my nails into his skin, but he kept his hand tightly pressed over my mouth.

His chest pressed against my back and I felt his heart raise. Our clothes were dirty, bloody, and with holes from the fight. We must have looked like a pair of insane people.

I kept trying.No matter how deep I dug my nails, he didn't flinch. "Please, don't reject me. Not yet. Not before you give me one last chance." He begged in a tired tone, and I could feel his pain in my chest.

Fucking bond.

As soon as he dared to let go of my mouth, I was planning to scream the words. I felt him hold me tighter and lay another kiss on my back before his hand began to slowly loosen around my lips.

"Please." He begged one last time. I used all of my strength to push myself up and threw my head back to hit him hard and the head. His grip on me loosened, and I pushed him off.

"I reject... ah!" I tried to say as I stood, but he pushed me so hard that my body flew and crashed against a dumpster. I fell to the ground and when I lifted my head, his ass was already at the end of the alley. Just like that, he had escaped.

"Coward!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Next time I see you in my territory I will kill you." I kept screaming like a madwoman, but he had disappeared already.

"Fuck! Fuck! Motherfucker! Ahh!" I screamed and threw the knuckles hard on the ground. It bounced from the pavement to the dumpster and made a loud metallic sound.

"Arrgg!" I shout in anger, wanting to pull my short hair. I trashed and cursed his ass for minutes before I was calmed enough to walk back to the office. Taking the metal knuckles from the ground, I put them back inside my pocket, and left that hideous alley.

As I walked with my messed-up clothes and bruised knuckles, my mind went at a thousand thoughts per second. He wanted Arjun. I could never let him get close to my son. He didn't deserve him. Arjun was way too precious for that animal. How dare he even mention his name! I'd kill him in cold blood if I have to, whatever to keep Arjun safe.

I got to the pack's building and walked straight to my dad's office, not mine. He kept an office on the floor below mine so he could be of help if I ever needed him. Dad never said it out loud, but I knew that was the nervous and controlling part of him that made that choice. King hated working.

I opened the door to his side of the building and saw a woman walk out of his office. She had a white coat with a hood covering most of her head, but I did get to see the straight, pitch-black hair strings that flowed over her chest. She moved her face aside to hide her face further from me and I stopped dead in my tracks. My eyes followed her figure until she left and closed the door behind her. She smelled sweet, like a child, a familiar one. Her hair reminded me of someone we grew up with, but it couldn't be. That girl left the country many years ago.