Beautiful Monster

Chapter Three

Previously: He looked at me for a long time, his eyes gazing all over me, it even felt like he was gazing into my soul. Finally he spoke and I knew then my life would never be the same. "My pack is retreating. Now let's go."

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Anastasia

It was just becoming noon and I was far away from my Pack's territory. I missed them already. But I knew I did what I had to do to save them.

I was now riding in a car, the man who kidnapped me sat on my right, a guy to my left and I kept my head held high and my shoulders straight. I wasn't going to show these bastards that I was scared, even it killed me. I could feel the guy on my left tensing and I could tell he wanted to speak. He'd been doing this for hours, ever since my kidnapper told him who I was. "Sir?" Here we go. "May I speak?"

"If you must," my kidnapper grumbled.

"Why did we have to bring her? Couldn't you have rejected her so we could continued the attack? We would have had a hundred or more join us, our army would've been unstoppable."

"And it isn't already?" my kidnapper snapped, his fists curled so tightly his knuckles were turning white. "I brought her because she is what she is and now I have a weakness. If someone kills her they kill me. And I didn't reject her because you know I don't believe anyone should reject their mate, even-" he glanced at me, "-if they're not worthy."

An emotional knife pierced my heart but I kept my composure, not allowing my inner or outer walls be broken by this cruel, sadistic man. Besides, I knew from what others with mates have told me, what I feel he feels too. So in the end he's only hurting himself. I still looked ahead when the other guy spoke. "Yes, that is true. Will you tell the pack who she is?"

"No because I'm certain there are those whom recently joined us that would love to have me dead. Until they realise where their loyalties now lie, she must remain a secret."

"She," I chimed in angrily, "is sitting right here."

"Feisty," commented the guy on my left. I rolled my eyes and kept them straight.

"She is." My kidnapper placed a hand on my shoulder and I ignored the heat radiating from them as I jerked my shoulder away from him. He moaned so low I could barely hear him. "Little tiger, aren't you? I can tell you're going to be a handful. Look at me, tiger," he ordered. I shook my head. "Look at me," he growled. Again, I defied him, trying my best to stop my hands from shaking. I could feel is anger rising and I suddenly felt a hand grab my chin and force my head towards my kidnapper. As I struggled he used his other hand to force me to look into his eyes and I watched as they went from a dull red to a glowing gold. They were beautiful, I knew I was staring into his fiery soul and I felt something come over me... As if he was consuming me...

I fought as hard as I could but... My body was... Becoming... Weak... And... So sleepy...

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I moaned as I rolled over onto something soft and silky, I grabbed a fistful of the silkiness and stroked it against my skin. I smiled blissfully as I felt around the bed for Frankie. Sometimes Frankie and I usually sleep in the same bed, mostly because we'd be on either his bed or mine and we'd be up most of the night talking. I felt around the silky sheets and it was empty. "Frankie," I called out sleepily.

"Who the fuck is Frankie?" A sharp, deep voice growled and snapped me out of my sleep. I woke up and saw my kidnapper sitting on a chair beside the bed I'd slept on. He looked gigantic in that small chair. So muscular. He looked at me in anger as I stared at him for a moment before I looked at my physical state. I was wearing a tank top and mini shorts, no bra. I glared at him and he answered my question before I could ask. "No. I did not dress you, I had a maid assigned to you and she dressed you. Now, answer my question. Who...the fuck...is Frankie?"

I grabbed the silk sheet and wrapped it around my body so he couldn't see anymore of my bare skin. "He's my little brother," I told him as I moved further away from him. I wasn't technically lying, I mean, my mom adopted Frankie legally so yeah he's my adopted brother. And I am a year and four months older than him. So there. Mr Moody Butt can't get mad at me for that. My kidnapper seemed to accept my answer even though he didn't seem to happy with it. "All right then. What's your name?"

I hesitated. He's very confusing. First he's mad, then calm, then mad again. What's with this guy? I frowned at him and moved another inch away from him. "Tell me yours first," I countered.

His jaw twitched. "I asked first."

"You yelled at me."

He gritted his teeth. "I allowed a maid to dress you instead of me."

"You attacked my pack, assaulted me and then kidnapped me in exchange for my packs safety." Boom, mother fucker! I win. I grinned at him as he struggled to counter that and when he knew he couldn't he groaned annoyed.

"Fine," he said as he rubbed his muscular shoulder. "If I tell you my name will you tell me yours?" I smirked triumphantly as he rolled his eyes, trying to hide his small smile. "My name is Bryant. Close friends and family call me Bry." 

I was more surprised at the fact that he said 'close friends' over anything else. He stared at me expectantly and I felt my skin tingle as his gaze lingered over me. Shivering, I took a deep breath before replying. "Anastasia."

He looked at me as he whispered my name, as if testing its sound in his mouth. "Anastasia...I like it." He abruptly stood up and headed towards the door, his hand paused on the doorknob as he turned to me with a blank expression, his eyes cold and distant. "Welcome home, Anastasia."