I glare, opening the door and closing it angrily. I lock the door.
Pacing. I look down at the 2-story drop.
Fuck! I think. I turn on the shower. Thinking about what I could do, there wasn't anything in this bathroom to aid in my escape; there weren't enough towels to tie together.
I squeezed my hands into fists, angry. Breathe. I tell myself. Breathe while anger courses heavily through my body. I quickly get undressed, not knowing how long he'd wait before feeling obligated to check in on me.
I could not let that happen. I only saw men's body wash. 3-1 ewe man. "typical." I say opening his 3-1. Quickly washing my body dirt and blood from my elbow off. The water was slightly burning the area.
I grab a towel, shutting the water off. I dry myself off quickly. Changing into the clothes he provided me. I should just stay here for now, right? At least I had a door to keep me safe, but he busted down my front door. It's been a cakewalk.
"Adelaide, come out," Sebastian says his voice right outside the door. I think for a brief moment if it would be more worth jumping out the window. I knew the fall would likely hurt me badly or kill me. Either which would make life more challenging, including leaving him.
"I would like to stay here," I tell him in the bathroom.
"Adelaide I have a key to this door. I own this house. I'm giving you a chance to willingly come out like I asked you to." He tells me his voice is stern and determined.
Of course, he'd have a key to the fucking door, you idiot.
Accepting defeat momentarily, I unlock the door, my hand hovering over the knob. Just as I was about to decide to lock it back and call him on a bluff, the door was opened.
His large body frame took up most of the doorway.
He gestures with his head to follow him.
My heart drops as I'm left in extreme unease, unsure of what's going to happen next.
He sits on the bed and pats him, beckoning me like a dog.
I see the darkness still lightly shining in the room from the dim moonlight.
Now he tells me with his normal blue eyes. He wasn't charming me or using his alpha tone to persuade me.
I swallow my spit and make slow, hesitant steps as a sheep to slaughter.
I close my eyes tight, expecting the worst. Though unsure why. When I was within arm's reach, he softly pulled me to the bed initially. Slowly placed my body on the bed, uncomfortable with the proximity and the fact we were in bed together. I've never been in a bed with a man before.
I saw him wearing sweatpants and no shirt, the exposed, toned skin covered in tattoos.
His skin was warm. As he leans me to a sitting position.
His eyes switch to golden.
"Tell me, are you going to try to run away?" He asks me using the alpha tone.
"Yes," I tell him the words left my mouth almost involuntarily.
He just looks at me. "Well, I guess I'll just make it easier to find you." He tells me.
"What do you mean?" I ask him confused. Suddenly his hands locked in with my upper arms as he guided me to lay down on the bed.
He softly kisses my neck. Tingles are erupting from the area as he briskly makes his way down my back, sucking and softly biting. I try to push his heavy body off me with no luck. His lips finally kiss a certain area, and an uncontrollable soft moan leaves my lips.
I feel his smirk against my neck.
I feel his canines start to grow panicky, and I desperately try to push his large dram off my own. Until he pinned my arms down with one hand above my head and his canines pierced my pain-burning sensation, a hot blade going through my throat.
I felt myself becoming more and more weak as tears followed down my eyes.
My coins are blurry and disorienting.
I felt my body's strength vanish, and I stopped fighting him. My body is falling limp. He finally retracts his canines from my throat and licks the area clean. His saliva is aiding in healing, from what I've read in the textbooks.
My body is unable to move as it is screaming in pain. Though no sound leaves my lips as tears stream down my eyes.
"Shh, I know it hurts; you will be okay; I'm right here," he continues, saying sweet nothings to me softly, rubbing my tears away. He pets my hair softly.
My eyes begin to feel tired. I found myself fighting the exhaustion my body was feeling. I want to fight sleep so I know what's happening.
"Shh baby, you're safe, okay, don't fight it." He tells me, swaying my body softly to sleep with his voice.
He climbs beside me, his body making my own slightly less painful.
"You are safe here, okay, shh." I didn't feel that way, though, for some odd reason his words made me feel better.
My body welcomes sleep with ease. Darkness surrounded me like a thick cloak completely unavoidable.
My mind is easing with thoughts of the unknown. What would happen once I woke? Would I ever? How will I get away with a mark on my neck practically a GPS for my exact location? Pain is said to happen if you get too far away without your mate's approval; if being away causes distress, it causes you physical pain.
It was all part of his plan. That much, I was sure of I had barely just met him, and I knew we were opposites. I craved my freedom; he craved discipline. I hated listening, and he loved talking. His leech is very short.
So I think again, what is in store once I wake up? What would happen next?
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Fangs and Fur: The Alpha king's mate
Werewolf"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...
