Beautiful Monster

Chapter Five

I awoke to the sound of knocking on my door and, while yawning and stretching, I told whoever it was to come in and a young woman, maybe late twenties, came in holding a food tray. "Morning Ma'am," she greeted with a smile. "My Alpha wished me to bring you breakfast, here," she said kindly, sitting the tray on my lap. "Alpha didn't know what you liked so he wanted me to bring you pancakes, toast, porridge, a bowl of a variety of fruits and cereal with hot chocolate, coffee or juice as your choice beverages. Eat what you like. I'll be back in an hour to take the tray. Enjoy." She left and closed the door gently and I stared at the feast that was laid before me. Mmm, yum. I ate the pancakes first and then the toast before I devoured the bowl of fruit. I washed it all down with the coffee next and I then felt very awake and energised. I got off the bed and started doing some push ups and sit ups, just to stretch out my sleepy body before going for a quick shower. Once I got out the tray was gone and Bryant was standing on the other side of the bed with his hands behind his back. He just oozed with authority and it was a bit of a turn on.  Bryant stood there staring at my body covered with nothing but a towel and my lower abdomen quivered.

Quickly looking away, Bryant mumbled something about me getting dressed and he'd be outside waiting and then he quickly left. I sighed gratefully as I opened the walk-in wardrobe and picked out something to wear. Hmm. A white long sleeved shirt with black jeans and knee high boots. They all fit quite well, which I don't want to know how Bryant got clothes that fit me perfectly or how he came to know my sizes. After I towel dried my hair I called out to Bryant. "It's safe."

He came in, gently closing the door behind him and he watched me sit on the bed and as soon as I was comfortable he took out a folded piece of paper and gave it to me. "These are a list of rules I want you to follow. Obey them and you will live peacefully here," he said as I unfolded the piece of paper and began to read.

1. Do not leave this bed room unless I give you permission.

2. If you must leave the bedroom you must have a maid with you at all times.

3. You will dress with respect - no short shorts, low cut shirts, short dresses or singlets.

4. You will not touch another man, regardless of who they are to you.

5. No training - you're a woman, not a warrior.

6. Obey what I say and you will be safe.

7. Pack business is none of your concern. You are not a leader.

8. Do NOT tell anyone that I am your mate.

9. You will tame your attitude and watch your tongue.

10. Always remember, you are MINE.

After I finished reading his rules I raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you serious?"

"Those are my rules," he stated bluntly, shrugging his shoulders at me.

I huffed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise we were living in the middle ages!" I shouted in a sarcastic tone. "Excuse me while I put on a dress a plough the fucking fields, my master-"

"Watch your fucking tone, woman! This is how things go around here. I don't care if you don't like it, you'll eventually get used to it. All the women do. You will stay in this room, entertain yourself and when the time comes you will do what women were made to do."

"Oh no, you didn't mother fucker!" I screamed, jumping off the bed and standing in front of him. I was craning my neck just to look at his face, but I gave him my best scowl. "So you expect me to just sit in this room and do nothing until the time comes for my 'womanly duties' and then I'm supposed to just pop out babies on command?! You're living in dreamland if you think I'll just roll over and do as I'm told like a common bitch!" I was suddenly thrown onto the bed and pinned down like yesterday.

"What makes you think you have a choice?" He hissed, his red eyes glowing brightly like a pool of blood shining and glinting in the sunlight.

I laughed in his face because I didn't think he realised that I did have a choice, I had many choices. "You can't make me do shit," I laughed.  "You talk tough about my lack of choices, but it's you that has no choice. You can't make me do any 'womanly duties' until you mark me, and you can't mark me without my consent! And I will never give you my consent," I laughed as his shocked face quickly turning into a snarl.

"Yes you will," he hissed but his voice wavered and he knew I was right. It was a known Werewolf fact: Werewolves cannot mark each other without permission from one another. If mates don't mark each other within two years of finding each other, the bond begins to fade and once it fades the two will both start to die until they mark each other or reject each other. Bryant's rage grew because he knew I was right, he couldn't make me do anything until he marked me and in order to mark me he'd need my permission. And I'd never give him permission.

However in the middle of my small victory, his laughter over powered mine and then I looked at him in confusion. His eyes were suddenly black as night when he spoke, "There's something I neglected to mention," he whispered in my ear and his suddenly cold, detached voice terrified me. It was like a whole personality change. He licked my earlobe and I shivered - not in pleasure but in fear. "You see, I'm not a full Werewolf. Only 50% of me is Werewolf. Do you want to know what the other half is?" He asked mockingly as he pressed his body more onto mine, restricting my breathing and almost crushing me. I felt teeth smile against my neck and I heard his final words to me that night. "I'm half vampire, too!" I screamed in agony as I felt fangs pierce my neck.