A Spitfire's Fury

Chapter 5- If you wanna be my lova

Contrary to popular belief, The Spice Girl's were not the greatest girl band in history, Destiny's Child were. I put my earphones in and started jamming to bootylicious, unpacking my suitcase in the room furthest away from Merrick's. Petty but essential. 

Plus, this room was loaded with shit and the pool was a sliding door away. I folded everything and hung stuff up, placing my beautiful collection of sports shoes in colour order in the wardrobe. Lyle had sponsored my habit, even Moses on the odd occasion. Pumas, Nikes, Jordans, Reebok, Asics YOU NAME IT. 

When I finished unpacking it was hard deciding whether or not to leave the room. Merrick wasn't back, but I didn't want him having a fit if I touched anything. So, I left and decided to try and make some friends. 

The Pack land was quite different from my homeland. Open and inviting, with forest surrounding every inch of the housing. Streets were warm and people milled about, in good chats with their neighbours. A Eutopic movie street only with werewolves. 

I spotted a cafe and decided to get some coffee, looking at the masses of teenagers standing around talking. Rolling my eyes, I walked through and went to the barista, a kind looking girl with smiley eyes. 

"A large Americano to go. Two sweeteners please" 

The boy nodded and gave me my docket, and I turned to find somewhere to sit. A small girl sat huddled in the corner, book up to her nose, definitely engrossed. I already liked her. I sidled up in front of her, watching her as she read. It was creepy, but really fun. 

"Hi" 

The girl jumped, scrambling back into her chair and eyes wide. She looked at me with a half slack face and adjusted her book back onto the right page. 

"Um, h-hi" 

I held out a hand. "I'm Jezebel Jay, and you?" 

"C-caroline Pierce" 

She kind of reminded me of Hinata on Naruto- timid and shy with a natural beauty that was hidden and not seen. "So-"

"Jezebel" A voice called, stopping all chatter in the cafe. The scent of lemon and leather filled me and I groaned out loud- why was he always killing my game? Can't a player just get some friends? 

I turned my head slowly, face uninterested. "What?" 

Merrick's lip twitched and he stalked forward. "Come" 

"Do you want me to roll over as well?" 

He growled lowly and grabbed my arm, pulling me up abruptly and no doubt leaving a bruise. I jerked my arm away and turned back to Caroline. "I'll be seeing you later! Have my coffee when the cute barista comes over" She nodded briskly, eyes growing wider every second she looked at Merrick. 

I swivelled through the people that stared at us, throwing a few dollars in the tip jar on the way. We came near his house when Merrick's angry aura almost suffocated me from behind and I sighed, turning to see what could possibly be wrong. 

"What's got your knickers in a twist?" 

He bared his teeth at me. "You unpack in my house and then leave? As if you don't have to make dinner?" 

Did he ever hear anything I said? "We've been over this. I'm not your usual female wolf who does shit because it's the norm. Make your own fucking dinner, you have hands" 

His hand came down on my nape and he dragged me inside, hands like vices around the back of my neck. I cried out in shock, trying everything to get his hands and claws off my neck. He dug his nails in, ripping open the door to a room in the back of his house. He was strong- so much stronger than my brother or father, and held me down as if I was a fly beating against a storm. 

Merrick threw me in with a growl, eyes flashing a bright red. "You've tried me too fucking much. We're going to try this method to make you bend. And all female wolves do, because a submissive behaviour is ingrained in them. The sooner you submit, the sooner I'll let you out" Merrick bared his teeth at me one more time, a promise in his eyes, then shut the door. 

When I heard the unmistakable click of many locks, I looked around, willing myself to not cry. I placed a hand to my neck and grimaced, wincing when it came back covered in red. There was only one window and it was barred. 

What sort of man has a room in his house that was barred shut? I had underestimated his insanity. The room was all concrete, walls, floors, and barely had light in it to see. My wolf grew agitated, trying to understand why her mate would confine her in a small space and actually harm her. 

I would wait. 

I paced around the room, a calm storm settling into my bones. This I would deal with, this I could overcome. 

No matter how long he locked me in this shithole. 

I sat in the corner and curled up, glaring at the door Merrick had walked out of. My steel would never break or bend and he would learn. Even if I had to be whipped, I would never be broken. 

But there was a edge to my thoughts, and a small part of me was afraid. 

Sleep only came a very long while later.