I arrive at the airport with the stupid escort. I mean sure Kingston is the king of Wolfs but he can't just kidnap me. Just because he couldn't catch me.
I hate him. With passion. And a lot of it. Who does he think he is?! Ugh.
My life officially can't get any worse. I spoke to soon. There he was. Luke Kingston. My kidnapper. My mate. My enemy.
He smiles at me and I send a death glare his way. I smirk and walk right past him into the private jet. He follows me and touches my arm.
I don't feel anything. I should have a undeniable urge to mate him but I don't. I look up at him seeing as I'm only 5'4 and he's 6 foot or taller.
I don't feel anything. What's wrong with me? I ask him.
Surprised and concerned he look down at me and says in a calm voice.
Ill have the pack doctor look at you when we get there.
I'm not even your mate. You just kidnapped me for the fun of it! I can't feel the mate bond so it mustn't be there! Who do you fucking thing you are! I couldn't love you I'd I tried. Sure I've killed people but I did it to survive. You did it for pleasure and just for the fun if it. I grew up without parents! You took me from the one person in my life that ever cared about me! You are ever more heartless then I am! I yell at him venom dripping from my voice.
You are my mate. You are going anywhere doll face. You will rule by my side whether you like it or not. I don't care if I took you from anyone. You are mine! His eyes turn gold and I know I've pissed him off.
Before I know it I'm being pushed against the wall and slapped. He fucking slapped me! I feel the bruise on my cheek forming. Kingston's claws that sprouted from his finger dig into my shoulders, breaking the skin. I feel the blood dripping from the holes he's made and so does he.
His eyes turn back to his normal grey and his claws shrink back into his fingers. Hurt and shame is in his eyes but I don't give a flying fuck about his newly found shame.
So you're not a monster? What are you then hun? I smirk. He knows I'm right. His eyes turn gold again and he punched my jaw.
I feel my jaw snap and break. I could let it heal quickly with my werewolf powers but then again why should I? He should have to look at the damage he's done.
Kingston takes a look at my crooked jaw.
With that he's runs out of the room.
Bipolar little fucker.
