The Big, Bad, Wolf

Chapter 2

My favorite man, Toninah is playing the part of Jared. His picture is on the side.

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I stirred and stirred on my sleep, groaning and moaning from the overwhelming wave of pain that kept on hitting me.

" Help." I whispered weakly, hoping a savior angel would take mercy upon me and end my life. Another spasm of pain made me cry out. I started to sob, but it hurt even more.

I opened my eyes, and met a pair of frantic, tortured ones. His face was twisted with emotion so deep, you could only wonder what was going on in his head. He was on the brim of changing into his wolf. His arms were twitching and he repeatedly ran his hand through his hair.

He froze when his eyes met with mine.

My heart stopped .

I screamed with all the energy left in my battered, bloody body.

It was my executor. The Alpha .

My animal instincts took over and I immediately got up, causing tubes to pull out of my body. I was bleeding everywhere.

The man that stood in front of me was the scariest, most intimidating man I have ever come across.

His face was sharp and precise, his features unforgiving. His eyes were narrow and the color of a glacier. He had stubble, and hair as dark as night. He had shoulders as broad as a mountain, and was built like one too.

He radiated dominance, and darkness. It made me want to submit all of myself to him it was so powerful.

He also radiated something else, he was calling to me.

Does he not know I'm his mate?

He tried to get me executed, maybe this is a one way connection .

Memories rushed back and I reverted back to reality. I managed to stumble out of bed and run across the room, looking for a place to escape. Heavy footsteps preceded me.

This was life, or death.

I couldn't find anything.

I hid myself in a corner and sobbed loudly as he caught up to me.

" Don't kill me, please. I'll, let you have my body, but please don't kill me." I cried as tears streamed down my face. Blood soaked my clothes from where a bunch of tubes were. My head was pounding and I felt dizzy.

I screamed again as he reached for me.

" Your losing too much blood!" he said frantically as he tried to scoop me up. I kicked him away, my foot striked him on the arm ,but he didn't flinch. He picked me up, kicking and screaming until I made contact with his arm.

A gentle flow of tingly warmth connected the two of us. It calmed me down enough for him to place me on the bed. His breathing was fast paced as hurriedly picked up the tubes and carefully inserted the back in, much to his quaking hands. I felt the pain decrease a little as liquids flowed into me. Even with him helping me, I still had fear electrifying me just by looking at my mate.

He stood closely by the side of the bed, I felt a weird field of something surrounding the both of us. It was full of energy. He was trying to get himself under control, breathing deeply and rubbing his hands over his tired looking face. I noticed bags and untidy hair.

His deep voice vibrated through out the whole room, excitement and fear paralyzed me . His voice, was something else. It wasn't just deep, it was baritone. It caused me to get the chills.

" Are you okay?" he repeated.

I stared at him.

He stared back.

" T-those men, they, t-they hurt me." My voice shaked uncontrollably from the experience. I could easily go back in my mind and relive everything that happened. That event will haunt me for the rest of my life. His eyes widened and he suddenly cursed, punching a lamp next to my bed.

He was breathing heavily and ran his hand down his face again, pacing around the room. Growls and snarls started vibrating from him, sounds that would give Heath nightmares. He kicked over a nightstand, it shattered to a bunch of pieces. Fear coursed through me as my breathing increased along with his. He tore cushions and love seats inside the room we were in. I could easily see his elongated fangs and claws.

He looked so, dangerous.

And not in a " Oh, he's such a mighty Alpha!" way.

A he can kill someone with one strike way.

I was cowering at the edge of my bed, not knowing what he was going to attack next. I heard a large thud on the ground.

There was a wolf , bigger than any I have ever seen before. He had fur the color of his hair, black as night. He swung his head side to side, dominantly. He growled and attacked a leather chair, his razor sharp teeth easily tearing it apart. He turned and looked at me.

I fainted.

Jared's POV

I haven't slept in 2 days.

My hair is untidy and dirty, my eyes are red and have bags, and I feel like someone is tightly squeezing my soul every time I look at her in this state.

I have never felt these kind of emotions before.

Never, have I been so attached to a female that I just meant 2 days ago, never have I behaved like this to another wolf, and never have I felt regret.

Never.

I feel as if I am running out of oxygen and I'm being constricted by a hundred pieces of rope. I feel infuriation. Infuriation that those 2 bags of shit hurt  my mate, and that I let her be subjected and treated that way, and almost dealt her an execution. But to control my anger, I remember their bodies bleeding to death in the same cell she was locked in, snarling words and curses to them. Yet, not even this would satisfy me from the way she was looking now.

She was laying on the bed I put her down on, I covered her in the best exotic furs and blankets I could find in the castle,and tried to make her as comfortable as I could, anxiously pacing around, feeling as if someone has taken over my body for me to behave and feel this way. She was whimpering and squirming in her sleep, I noticed the occasional tear flow down her cheek. Pain filled me at the sight of her in obvious discomfort, and torturous guilt that I caused this to her. My wolf made me unconsciously whimper. I froze . It's been years since I whimpered.

  I leaned in closer to her and nuzzled her cheek, warmness zapping into the surface of my skin that touched her. She was so, soft. I had a better look of her face, and she was petite and fragile looking. She had soft features, and almond shaped blue eyes with her soft, down feeling hair. It never occurred to me to think about what I wanted in a mate, or what she would look and act like. I never had the time, or cared enough to know until now.

She was the opposite of me.

She stopped her cries of pain and breathed evenly for a minute, shivering where I touched her for a second. I smiled in relief. I softly stroked her cheek, my hand passing over a giant bruise repeatedly. I suddenly growled. She whimpered in bed sleep, squirming herself away from me