I wake up groaning, my body aching. Stretching my body, I look around.
I was alone. I reach up and touch my neck a little while he leaves my lips from the sensitive area. A flashback of what had just happened fills my mind. I had a horrid realization that leaving him would be much more difficult than I initially imagined.
I hear him walking up the steps. I grab the lamp and close my eyes so he can't use his charms or alpha voice to bend me to his will. I won't allow it.
I hear the door swing open, but his footsteps don't move as though he were still standing in the doorway.
"You are going to remove this mark; afterward, you will let me go," I tell him I am still holding the lamp defensively.
My fingers were slightly trembling from fear.
"I see you are awake. Why don't you put the lamp down before you make matters worse for yourself?" He says his voice still at the doorway.
"If I put the lamp down, you have to agree to remove your mark," I told him that would be the only reason I'd be able to leave. If he removed the mark, I wouldn't go into heat, or if I left it, it would be painful for me.
"That's not going to happen. Now this will be the last time I'm telling you to turn the lamp down; you are already in enough trouble." He tells me sternly.
I still haven't opened my eyes, and I didn't plan on it.
"I will not until you remove your mark!" I mean standing taller. I reach into my pocket, my knife gone.
Fuck, I think.
I'd have difficulty knocking out an animal with a lamp, let alone a hybrid—a very powerful one at that.
"Very well, don't say that I didn't warn you, mate." He says.
I hear his feet shuffling on the floor quickly. My eyes were still tightly shut, trying to anticipate his next move. Swinging the lamp. One single time before it was ripped harshly from my hand.
Opening my eyes, I was startled by the action. He grabs me by my jaw. "Sit on the bed," he says with red eyes.
I sit on the bed, his hand still roughly holding my jaw.
"I will not charm you or alpha-tone you if you just listen." He tells me:
"I've decided on your punishment. You will paint every building your graffiti. The illegal substances, I've decided to deal with that here." He tells me:
He sits beside me. "I've already marked you for leaving me, as I know it can be painful, especially for a human; I think that was punishment enough for that. Now to deal with the illegal substances. Cigarettes, alcohol, and marijuana. I would like to have a good morning, so let's get this over with so we can move on and act like it never happened. Get over my lap." He demands.
"Fat fucking chance," I say this while turning my head and closing my eyes tightly.
His hand, lightly touching his mark, was still painful in a sensitive way. Pressing slightly more firmly on the mark, I whimper.
"Look at me," he says.
My eyes meet his. His eyes were golden. "You will get over my lap, mate. You are just going to keep adding to your punishment."
I blinked, trying to fight my body for a brief moment before I lay over his lap. What the hell?! Why me?!
My mind is already in a state of humiliation.
"I'm going to give you 40 with my hand. I could do it with my belt or paddle, but consider this your first and only light punishment. 10 for each infraction. 10 for each of the illegal substances, and 10 for not listening to me twice." He tells me:
Before his hand harshly touched my bottom relentlessly. He counted each one, which made the doom I was facing worse as he pinned my arms down rather quickly for the start.
My sobbing tears didn't seem to phase him in the slightest. His pants felt like they were wet below my face.
He finally stopped. He softly rubbed my bottom over his thin boxers that covered my bottom.
"It's done. Shh, you are okay. Shh," he says, finally letting go of my arms. I immediately wiped the heavy tears from my face. "That was excessive," I tell him in between sobs.
"I went easy on you. Any other mate would have done worse, but I heard why you did it after you lost everyone you turned to, which is understandable; you just have to know not to do it again." He tells me softly, pulling me up and saying me in his lap, and he talks smugly to me. As he was wiping my tears away and softly brushing my hair.
He tilts my head up softly.
"Let's go eat breakfast. I can hear your stomach growling. Being marked takes a lot of energy out of you." He says he is helping me stand and holding onto my hand as he guides me out of the room. We walk down the stairs, and the aroma of food fills my nose.
He points to the chair that has a plate of food already in front of it before he sits across from it. Already digging into the steamy hot food.
I sit down, his eyes daring me to defy him. I clenched my jaw slightly from the harsh contact.
He didn't respond to my reaction, thankfully.
As I eat the food.
"Tomorrow will be the first day you start to repaint the buildings." He tells me he is waiting for my reaction.
"I'll be with you the whole time to make sure you don't get any ideas." He says he is finishing his verdict.
"Do you need pain medicine? For your neck?" He asked me, and I found myself subconsciously rubbing it, trying to soothe the pain.
When I don't respond but I'm still rubbing my neck, he sighs.
Walking to the cabinet, getting out aspirin, he slides me a couple of pills to take with the orange juice in front of me.
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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...
