The dark sky did little to help my unease.
The leaves and twigs crushing and snapping under my weight.
I see a house off in the distance.
"I'm guessing that's it?" I ask, pointing to the house.
"Yes. Once we get inside, I'm going to make you something to eat." He tells me he is practically still dragging me to his house.
"You have a big house. Are you overcompensating or something?" I ask sarcastically if I'm going to be here against my will. I'm not going to be pleasant.
"We have a big house." He corrected.
"I'm definitely not overcompensating. Trust me on that." He is amused at my comment.
"Well, that's weird to have such a big house for just you," I say to him, ignoring his sexual addendum.
"Well, I do plan on having a lot of kids." He says to me.
"Adoption awe, that's so sweet of you I would have never guessed," I tell him with a smirk.
"Oh no, not adoption for our kids." He says, smirking back at me, opening the front door for me to walk in, closing it behind him, and locking it.
"Not going to happen," I tell him, rolling my eyes as he turns on the light.
"You will come around once we complete the bond." He tells me as if it were obvious.
"Doubtful," I say, standing there awkwardly.
"Come on, let's go to the kitchen so I can make you something to eat." He replies.
"I'm good; I'm actually thinking about leaving," I say backing up.
He was in front of me in moments.
"You will follow me." He says it with golden eyes. His tone makes me follow him.
As I fight with my mind not to listen.
My feet move on their own bad I follow him yet again. Thankfully, light is illuminating my path.
We arrive at the lavish, large kitchen.
"Sit," he points to the chair by the dining room table.
He opens up the refrigerator and gathers up some items—pots and pans banging around echoing in the room. The smell of food being prepared makes my stomach grow louder. My mouth waters uncontrollably.
He sits the food down on a plate and slides in front of me with a fork.
Sitting across from me.
I look down at the food calling my name.
I watched him make the food himself, so I trusted it a bit more.
He stares at me, watching me try to analyze my next move. I bring the full fork to my mouth and take a bite.
Over and over.
"I thought I couldn't be charmed, the judge even tried to!" I question him as I eat.
"Well, you can, because you are mates with a powerful man. Someone could charm you to hurt yourself or me. So it's a safety measure the moon goodness blessed you with." He explains.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. My plate is now empty; he takes it and sets it in the sink.
He holds his hand out for me to take.
I stare at his hand in refusal.
He clears his throat.
Keeping his hand out for me to take.
"I'm not taking your hand," I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest.
"No?" He questioned, arching his brow, not yet charming me.
"I thought wolves were supposed to have good hearing," I say, rolling my eyes at him.
"Oh, mate, I heard you perfectly fine. I was just giving you a chance to change your words." He says to me, smirking.
"Well. What is it?" I say to him questioningly, "Sebastian?" I ask, my arms still crossing over my chest.
"Yes, it's Sebastian," he confirmed.
"Well, Sebastian I never change my mind," I tell him, rolling my eyes.
"So you aren't going to take my hand?" He asked with a smirk at my defiance.
"That's what I said, isn't it?" I tell him to tap my foot on the ground.
Suddenly he yanks my arms away from my chest and grabs my arm in a tight grip, yanking me around again.
"Is this how you treat all the girls you bring over?" I say annoyed trying to pull my arm from his iron-like grip.
"Only the naughty ones." He smirks at me with golden eyes.
"My god, you are foul!" I say trying to dig my heel into the ground and using my other hand to pry his hand from my arm.
Trying my hardest to ignore the sparks dancing from his touch.
"Stop touching me, now! It feels weird." I tell him I'm fighting all my might as he drags me upstairs.
He opens a door, shoving me inside. He closes it behind him, standing in front of it, blocking my path.
"Go to that dresser and pull out one of my shirts." He is still guarding the door.
"No, if you want the shirt, get it yourself." I snap at him.
"No, it's for you; you need to bathe." He tells me, still pointing to the dresser.
"I don't want to shower here," I tell him.
"Well, I'm standing here blocking your exit until you do." He tells me, rolling his eyes annoyed at me.
I sigh and walk over to the dresser.
"Second drawer." He says
I grab a shirt.
"Now the top drawer, grab a pair of boxers, and go into that room and bathe." He says as he continues to demand me.
I open the top drawer and grab a pair of boxers shitting bother the drawers.
"You know my house, I had my own clothes," I tell him with distaste.
"I'll just get you new clothes. I'll have my sister drop off some clothes for you tomorrow until you behave and we can go to town and get you some clothes." He tells me as though obvious.
"You are insufferable. Taking me from my house—" I start to say until being cut off.
"Yes, I did, and I would do it again. I don't want my mate to live in a moldy, leaky house; pardon me! Just go shower!" He says roughly
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Fangs and Fur: The Alpha king's mate
Werwolf"Well, Miss Troublemaker is my mate." He says, looking at her. "What?" Both Desmond and Edward say. "Have you fed her when you had her? I can hear her stomach growling." Sebastian asked them with even more rage. "We tried to, but she didn't want to...
