The Rebel

Chapter Two- Unedited

Noah's POV

I froze, swallowing a growl and forcing myself to keep walking and not turn around and put her in her place. My mate was disrespectful and had a colorful vocabulary, and shit did she punch hard. Nothing I couldn’t handle.

I twirled the knife she threw at me in my hands, I went and sat at the table in the meeting room. The most important 23 of them were in their seats.

“Who was that?” Oliver asked me, I looked at him.

“Don’t ask” I said sitting down, ignoring his smirk. I rubbed my temple and blocked him out of my mind.

“She’s a feisty one” he said after a while, I opened my eyes narrowing them at him.

“don’t remind me” I muttered looking over some papers laid out in front of me.

“Is she your mate?” he asked me, the whole room seemed to be holding it's breath.

“If I tell you yes will you leave it alone?” I asked him, not looking up.

“No” he replied.

I sighed “Yes she is my mate” I said.

“So why did you handcuff her to a bed?” he asked me.

“And uh… why does it look like you’ve been punched in the face?” he asked me.

“She has something against me” I told him thinking about it for a minute. What had I possibly don’t to piss her off so much, she throws a knife at me and breaks her hand punching me in the face.

“What did you do?” he asked.

“I don’t know” i said shrugging.

“Well your not helping it by handcuffing her to a bed” he told me.

“I know but if I let her go, my life might be on the line” I told him.

“Did she punch you in face?” he asked.

“Three times” I told him.

“she must punch pretty hard, you haven’t healed yet” he told me taking a sip of water.

“She broke her hand” I told him, he made a noise in the back of his throat and almost choked.

“She broke her hand and then punched you again?” he asked me, I nodded.

“That’s some pretty harsh hate” he said laughing.

“I know” I said thinking again.

“why don’t you just ask her?” he asked me.

“She just threw a knife at me, I'm not going to go ask her a question” I told him rolling my eyes.

“She threw a knife at you?” he asked me laughing.

“yes, she had two guns on her too” I told him.

“did she miss?” he asked me.

“by less than a centimeter, and she threw it with her broken hand” I told him pride seeping into my voice.

“She must be trained” he told me, I pursed my lips. That’s not good.

“And you know if she’s trained, she’s important and her absence won't go unnoticed” he told me.

“set up an attack” I told him standing up and going back to the room I was keeping her in. it was in the middle of the house, so I could be anywhere here and still hear her steady breathing and heartbeat.