Rebel : The Unwilling Mate

2. Those Questions

Alpha Russell had his goons carry me back to the pack house. Into the basement we went, slowly but surely reaching a dark room. I was sat in a chair and restrained with iron shackles... How medieval, damn.

He lit a candle on the wall. Nice touch. He leaned forward to me, staring at me. Dark hair fell just into his eyes. I expected to find hatred and death and anger in the soulful deep gray of his irises, but I instead found confusion.

"So can you just kill me now and get it over with?" I leaned in toward his giant body.

"I'm not going to," he said, his voice quiet and raspy. I sighed, because I was NOT relieved. This pack was not known for prisoners, Louis was dead and now I was going to be tortured for giving bloody nose his bloody nose. His closeness unnerved me. My body responded to him in a way that frustrated me. What was this, Stockholm syndrome?? I did not think it was a real type of disorder, but Alpha Russell was certainly a very beautiful last sight for my eyes.

"I'll fight you," I said, spitting on the ground at his feet. He looked at me, bewildered.

"Damn," he said, a small smile appearing on his face, "Do you have a death wish?"

His teeth were pretty freaking sharp weren't they...

"I'd honestly rather die than go through whatever you're planning. Just so you know, I will just kill myself if you leave. And I know you will leave, because you're an Alpha and you have things to do," I rationalized as I was speaking. After hearing how he was in the woods I was surprised that he let me talk at all, but he was totally listening.

"No," he said.

"No?" I countered.

"If I take those off, will you run?" He ignored my comment, pointing at the shackles. I looked at the door,

"F*ck yeah, you bet," I said, "I'd rather not play that game where I run and you hunt me down and kill me though. I prefer like...duck duck goose."

"You really have a great lack of respect, don't you?" He leaned against the wall, his tall frame casting shadows on the dirt floor.

"I'm probably not getting out of this alive, so why not be honest?" I shrugged. I wasn't going to change who I was moments before the end of my life, that's ridiculous.

"I already said I'm not going to kill you. Do you not feel our connection?" He sounded hurt. The look on his face seemed out of place on his harsh features. He looked almost like a child. My heart dropped, I did feel the heat burning under my skin. Did he want to sleep with me? Is that why I was here? Not that again, I was not doing that. However, I hadn't felt the same way with Ken...

BUT I DON'T KNOW HIM. Who was Alpha Russell really? How could I feel so close to someone I barely knew?

Shit.

"No." I said aloud.

"Bullsh*t!" Russell yelled, causing me to snap out of my thoughts.

"What?" I responded, jumping.

"You can't tell me you don't feel this," he whispered next to me, in the most desperate voice I'd ever heard.

The pain in his voice literally hurt my body. My wolf whimpered at me. At this point I knew what was happening but couldn't accept it. This man captured me and killed Louis!

"I... don't want to," I pursed my lips at him. He got closer to me and unhinged my left arm. When I went for a left hook, he caught my fist. As he held my hand tightly in his, electricity seemed to run down my arm. I found myself looking up at his lips...those teeth...

"You don't want to kiss me right now?" He grinned with his pearly and pointy whites.

"Is this how you treat all your prisoners?" I winked. This was definitely the weirdest day of my life, possibly the last day. I was now at this point unsure.

He looked extremely frustrated as he dropped my hand. I yanked at the chain on my right arm incessantly.

"Stop," he said, glaring annoyed at my hand. I wanted to continue annoying him but my wolf obeyed.

"You know what we are," his deep eyes bore into mine. I sighed and backed away from him as much as I physically could,

"You're an Alpha and I'm a rogue in your territory, I'm not dumb," I said, rolling my eyes.

"You're mine," he growled, teeth looking sharper by minute. Chills ran down my spine. My body was super into him. I hated myself. I tried to remind myself that he killed Louis.

I narrowed my eyes at him,

"What are you gonna do about it?"

"It's my instinct to simply take you, but you're not a pack wolf. You're CLEARLY not ready," he paced back and forth.

"Oh thanks for that," I said, yanking at my wrist.

"Knock it off," he growled, "If I open it are you gonna run?"

"I might," I said, shrugging.

Then he shut the door. The candle blew out. My vision adjusted and I could see him fairly well as he unshackled my right wrist. I felt it in my left hand, making sure it was in tact. My escape would have to be tactful and cunning, and not right now.

"You're not fighting," the Alpha sounded just way too happy.

"Not yet," I said. He then threw me over his shoulder and I yelled in protest as he walked me past the other prisoners.

"I can walk," I reminded.

"Yep," he replied curtly.

"Where are you taking me?" I sputtered.

"The bedroom," he responded. My stomach dropped and my cheeks flushed at the same time.

"I...no, oh my God.." I was unable to produce any words, simply going back to Ken's proposal of mating with me.

"I just thought you might enjoy a warm bath to yourself. With a guard outside of course. Didn't know you were so opposed to cleanliness," he shrugged, moving me up and down.

"You didn't say 'bathroom' if I recall correctly," I blurted out angrily.

"You do have something to say about everything, don't you?" He chuckled.

Yes, I did.