5- Twilight
"Hey! Hey! That hurts!" I cried. But Gabriel didn't care about the beginning of the purple swelling forming under his grip, or the fact that everyone stared as we passed.
The house was huge, glamorous. But the 'pack' was even bigger. At least 500 wolves. Violet growled and snarled through my lips as we passed; she was surrounded by threats.
They stared with cold eyes, some with anger, and even......pity.
Oh my god! Enough with that shit! Have I not made it clear that I don't want it? Pity didn't suit well for me, it made Violet feel weak and helpless.
She seemed to have snapped out of her scared state and snarled low and dangerous at Gabriel. I knew she only wanted to protect me but as usual, she wasn't helping my situation.
With every threatening animalistic sound that Violet pushed through my lips, the tighter his grip got on my wrist. It seriously, really hurt.
Violet! I yelled at her. Please, can you stop for my sake? You're making him angrier!
She shut up instantly at my request and after a bit more walking, Gabriel's hold softened. I mentally sighed in relief.
We finally came to a large, victorian house. He pushed me inside in front of him, up two flights of stairs, down several hallways, and finally into a big, red and gold room.
Gabriel shoved me on a queen sized bed that was covered in gold embroidered red sheets and quilts.
"Ugh!" I huffed as I fell face first onto the silky sheets. I pushed myself up and snarled.
He growled low in his throat and snapped at me. I whimpered back.
"You'll be staying in here until I say you can come out. I'll have some omegas measure you and bring you some clothes and shit." He informed me flatly.
I was shell shocked. "Excuse me?! Who do you think you are?!" Dumb question on my part.
"You can't just lock me in here like a little kid!" I shouted angrily. This was no treatment for a future alpha, and especially not for his own mate!
He gave me a cold look that made my heart skip a beat and sneered. "Watch me." Then he slammed the door and I heard a click.
I ran over to the door and twisted the knob; he'd locked me in here like a little kid. Unbelievable.
Never in the history of mates have I ever heard of one locking the other up in a cell, hurting them, then relocking them in a separate bedroom.
Mates weren't meant to be separated once united. It was complete and utter agony for both.
I screamed angrily and kicked the door. Pounding and yelling until I got tired.
"Gabriel! Gabriel, let me out! You son of a bitch! When I get outta here I'm gonna kill your ass!" I shouted.
When there was still no response, I sighed and slid down the door, still banging weakly.
"Gabriel," I whispered.
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I looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of my bed overlooking the grassy hills of who knows where, staring in the direction of the sunset. It was almost 6, according to the clock on the bed stand.
