My new boss is an extremely hot...werewolf?

My new boss is an extremely hot...werewolf? Chapter Twenty Five

Robin's p.o.v.

I was laying on his bed once again, numb, angry and exhausted. My body was throbbing, and I let my eyes fall to look at my bruised and scratched skin. I couldn't find the strength to raise my own arm and wipe my tears away. I missed Kimmy and Mason... I even missed Jacob. I just missed feeling happy and safe. I was sick of being kidnapped every five fucking seconds. I feel like my life's becoming a shitty broken record.

I've been here for three days, and those days have been hell. I'm beaten if I talk back, I'm beaten when I refuse to eat, I'm beaten when I refuse to kiss Seth, I'm beaten if I cry. Which is frustrating, because I cry when I'm beaten. I try to just act like a robot and right now I just hope that someone will save me soon... Or I could just die. Whichever comes first will be welcomed with open arms.

"Feeding time." I heard the guy call, barging through the door and I didn't even bother to move. He stepped into my line of vision and squatted down to make eye contact. All werewolves were handsome and it seems that everyone here was and was also a asshole. Along with this guy.

His name was Frederik. He was Russian or something. I hated that I found him so attractive. He was fairly tanned, had dark hair it was kind of cut like that old Rihanna hair cut back in the day of the Disturbia video , shaved in the back and the sides and the hair that was on his head was messy, but shiny and smooth looking, and it hung in front of his hazel eyes.

His jaw was cut and he was tall and well built, he looked like a model. He had this feminine thing about him, though. Something soft about him, about his eyes.

"What, you trying to starve yourself to death?" he asked, his Russian accent was hot, not going to lie.

"And end all of this? No way. I wouldn't dream of it." I replied sarcastically, and my voice was hoarse from screaming.

He snickered and shook his head,

"Well, there's no way you're getting out that easy, sweetheart. So if you just started acting like a good girl and stop being a little bitch, maybe this place would treat you a bit better." he said, grabbing my jaw roughly and opening my mouth, shoveling in a big spoonful of some kind of stew. It actually tasted somewhat good. I wasn't hungry, though, but if I don't eat it...

I chewed it slowly and swallowed. He smirked,

"That's better." he whispered.

"Are you gay?" I asked and he frowned,

"What?",

"I don't know, there's something about you that's just, feminine and I was wondering if you were gay... It's okay if you are, I mean even I've had experiences in college and-" he covered my mouth with his hand with a small smile.

"I'm not gay. Thanks for insulting my masculinity, though." he chuckled and I shrugged apologetically, he removed his hand,

"Sorry." I said quickly before he spoon fed me another bite of stew.

"It's fine. I just have more sympathy and compassion than the other wolves here. I don't want to treat you like shit. It's just my job." he said softly and I shrugged.

"Yeah, whatever. Do what you have to do, asshole." I sighed eating more stew and he chuckled, shaking his head.

Kimberly's p.o.v

"I fucking hate your brother! I fucking hate him! I swear to god when we find him, I'm gonna kill him. What kills werewolves?" I asked Mr. Roland and he pursed his lips.

"I'm worried that if I tell you, you'll try to kill me eventually." he said and I scoffed,

"I would never do that!" I admitted and he smiled, "I mean... who would sign my paychecks?" I finished and his smile fell and he shook his head.