Evading the wolves book 1

Requests

I think for a moment. I wasn't interested in this man getting or knowing anything. Maybe he would be happy if I said something. The way he was looking at me was leaving me under the impression that he wanted to get me something, as it filled some kind of void in his ego.

I begin picking at my nails, finding them more interesting than the movie playing in front of me.

"Maybe a snack or something sweet, I guess?"

He takes his free hand, ceasing me from further dis-treatment of my nails. He was engulfing my two hands with ease.

"Some snacks and something sweet? I can do both, no problem, anything else?" He says it with a smile on his lips.

I whisper so quietly, that I'm not sure I even said it to begin with. "Just let me go."

"Mate," he says with a tone that starts stopping me in my tracks as I look over with just my eyes. His golden eyes are present.

He moves his face closer and closer to mine, trapping me yet again.

"Don't ever say that again. You are my mate. MINE. Whether you like it or not, you better get used to it. A mate can only handle so much defiance towards the mate bond before they are forced to make them start to accept it. If you weren't injured, you would have been marked already. I promise you that." Westley says, looking at me without blinking, his eyes swinging with possessiveness.

"Okay. Okay Westley I won't say that again just calm down." I raise my hands in a surrender pose.

His eyes were still golden, and his face still held anger. He blinks a few times. He breathed a few times; slowly, his rapid breathing evened out, and his eyes blued once again.

My eyes drifted to the box by the door after some time out of sheer curiosity. Westley watched my eyes with mild intensity. His voice was slicing through the quiet room.

"I forgot. I had Lexie grab you some things. Girl stuff and clothes she thought you might need. Would you like to look through it?" He asks, looking at me. His eyes appear softer. I would not fall for his charm. I might have been stupid, as he says, but not stupid enough to fall for his nice guy act. All wolves were deranged creatures. Selfish. I wasn't planning on being a pawn. Not now. Not ever. I knew I needed to act to gain his trust if I ever had hope of getting out of his grasp. Their intelligence was unbelievable. The hyphenated senses. Escape would be difficult, if not next to impossible. I just hope he can't tell it's all a façade. A ruse with the possibility of escape. The thought on my fingertips just needs to be executed. I will, I thought.

I simply nod my head with a slight smile. "sure"

"Okay, stay right here," he says, placing the box at my feet. "Why don't you look through the box? I have a couple of things I need to do around the house." Westley says, tubing the back of his head before turning on his heel and walking downstairs, leaving the front door open for a moment, and coming back with a small tool bag.

I was more worried and interested in what he was doing than the box that lay at my feet. I watch him as he opens the toolbox and retrieves a hammer and a box of nails. Before walking into our bedroom. I tried to see what he was doing through the small opening in the door, as it was left slightly cracked. A repeated bang was all I heard. "I already had a feeling I knew what he was doing without him even having to tell me. That mother fucker is fucking crazy. He nailed the windows, so I couldn't leave. At least not quietly. He continued through all the windows without even looking at me.

"Are you going to do as you were told and go through that box like a good girl? Or are you so concerned about what I am doing? I already told you I was going to do this." He says with his back to me that, as he worked, he was around all the windows.

I rolled my eyes. Good girl. Do I look like some lost fucking pet to you? I thought. This man is a loose cannon. I went through the box as I could sense his patience running low. I didn't want to repeat the earlier incident ever again. I see some clothing that looks as though it will fit and some other things. I did not care about it, though, as I could feel my stomach turning in knots at the thought of possibly never being able to leave.

He keeps his tool bag on the counter, and as he walks down the stairs, the familiar sound bangs as he hammers nails into the windows downstairs. Though it only sounded like there were two windows, it was done rather quickly. He grabs a new lock, opens it, and sets it on the counter before making quick work of removing the previous one that still lingers in the door. And replaces it. He blocks my view and types in a pretty long code. Making his way downstairs, he repeats the same process. I hear him shuffling around. He put the old door locks in the toolbox and disappeared yet again. For a few minutes, the house was silent. My eyes stared at the clothes, acting as though I were interested. I wasn't—not. I was horrified. He was planning on trapping me like a wild animal. I wasn't some caged animal. My chances of escape seem to be lower with every one of his means to keep me here. He comes back once more, this time empty-handed. He locks the door with the new lock I didn't know the code for. He watches me intently.

"Did you like everything?" Westley asks nonchalantly, as though he is not a deranged psychopath.

"Yes. I did, thank you. But was all that necessary?" I asked, looking at his shoes.

He stalks me as though I were prey. He was twirling my hair with his fingers as he looked at me dead in the eyes.

" mate I've told you before that I'm a man of my word. It's my bond. Whenever I say something, you best believe it. I had one of my pack members drop off the locks after this morning's escape attempt if you could call it that. He chuckles as though amused at my attempt. Ideally, I would have alarms installed on the windows; however, that will have to wait until you and I are out of the house or something. So these nails will have to do. I have a couple of wolves guarding the house tonight while I leave for a bit. I would not want my little mouse to get out, now would I?" He asks, taunting me with a smirk playing on his lips.