Slave To The Alpha

Chapter 8- Holding On

I was stuttering, searching for a way to explain my situation without being killed.  I gulped nervously and glanced away from Dean, mindlessly tracing circles into the floor beneath me. "Answer me, slave." He growled, his patience obviously wearing thin. "The girls were just... I... " I was opening and closing my mouth, looking for words that wouldn't get anyone in trouble. 

Actually, fuck it. I'm already in trouble. "I went with those girls because they promised me a good time and because I wouldn't have to stare at that whore who had her hands and mouth all over you." I practically snarled the last part, anger bubbling inside of me with every second that ticked by. "Oh, you think she's the whore?! Do you not realize what you are?! A fucking slave!! A slave to satisfy any need of mine! That's all." He snarled back.

Tears brimmed my eyes as I opened my mouth to speak the next few words. "So all that crap earlier... Getting angry with me when I cried because you were my mate... Telling me that we were meant to be together for a fucking reason! Was that all bullshit to get in my pants?!" I yelled, tears furiously streaming down my face, ruining my make-up. I slowly stood and faced him head on with a glare.

His mouth opened, and then slowly shut as he studied my eyes. He shook his head and shoved me back onto the bed with a growl. He glared at me as he stood, towering over me, in front of the bed. My sprawled figure quickly collected so that I sat up, tucking my legs underneath me with some difficulty due to the heels. "I fucking hate you." I whispered quietly, still crying as I hung my head.

Dean growled and gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Jade-" I cut him off quickly as an idea popped into my head. "I, Jade Forrest, reject you, Alph-" His hand connected with the side of my face, his slap so harsh that it snapped my head to the side. "No, you will fucking not!!" He yelled, completely furious with the fact that I was about to reject him.

Fresh, hot tears slowly made their way down my face, stinging the area where he had slapped me. I could already tell that that side of my face would have a nasty bruise and that only further triggered my depression. I gripped my wrist nervously and began scratching it, knowing full well the scars that used to cover it are long gone. I slowly looked up at Dean, flinching when his cold, angry eyes met mine.

He glanced down to see what my hands were doing, and, as if possible, his eyes were shot with more anger. They flashed red and I shivered. His wolf was angry. Dean growled out a sigh and peered into my eyes. What he saw there must have been upsetting because I swear I saw regret strike through him. I swallowed down my fear for a moment, and I stood on my knees, the sheets wrinkling beneath me. I reached out, my hand shaking as I attempted to touch him.

Dean looked at my hand with a hesitant expression on his face, so I let it drop to the bed quietly. I sat back on my legs and stared at my trembling hands blankly. Dean sighed and reached for the hand that had attempted to touch his face, but I flinched away so quickly I fell onto my back on the bed. My legs bent, then straightened out slowly so that they were flat against the bed. I brought my hands up to my face and stared at them, then covered my eyes. 

The darkness was greatly welcomed, and I allowed warm tears to continue down my face. I already knew that my tears had stained my hands with black, and a small smile crept onto my face. "Jade..." Dean whispered ever so slightly, his voice carrying around the quiet room. My small smile slipped into a frown as I sniffled, and then my hands were pried from my face. My hands tingled from where Dean touched them, and I loathed the feeling more than anything.

"I-" I cut him off hurriedly. "Why did the moon goddess curse me so? What have I done to deserve this?" I whispered my thoughts out loud, causing Dean to immediately freeze before me. His growl was silent and filled with regret, and... Anger. I shook my head and cursed as I sat up, tucking my legs to the side of me as I moved. I decided to get off of the bed, and as I stepped down I had to brace myself. My legs wobbled slightly and a small headache hit me, fast.