The Mark Of The Wolf

Chapter Fifteen

**FIRST DRAFT**
Chapter Fifteen

I woke up in the bedroom, my head pounding as I sat up in the bed trying to get a grip on reality. I was still horrified by the lie, I couldn't believe he had lied to me just to get me into bed. I shook my head, I had to get out of here now. If I didn't I'd be trapped here.

He did what he had to do Molly! For goodness sake you can't leave him. If you leave him I will make your life a living hell!

As soon as I'm back in Australia I'm getting an exorcism you psychotic demon!

Wow that's a new one. My wolf said dryly, and I could feel her rolling her eyes. You can't get rid of me Molly, we're together forever. Even if you manage to escape, Kian will still find you and bring you back. He's a future Alpha, he's not like the others. He won't stop until he's found you, and bonded with you so that you can never leave again!

"No....No...No...." I put my head in my hands and rocked.

Yes. Yes. Yes!

"No! Shut up!" I screamed. My door opened, Linda, Joe and Kian stood in the doorway, Joe with a medical bag. I backed up against the headboard, "all of you stay the fuck away from me!" I screamed.

"Molly-" Kian started.

"I trusted you!" I yelled. "I actually trusted you! And you lied to me!" I broke down in tears, putting my head back into my hands as my loud sobs echoed through the room. I heard whispering before the door shut and the bed sunk in as another weight was added to it. I shook Kian off my arm when he touched it, scowling. "Keep your fucking hands off me! I hate you! I hate everyone here! If you didn't exist I wouldn't be in this predicament!"

I heard his deep growl and I squealed as he pounced on me, pinning me down to the bed – his face inches from mine - I saw the anger in his brown eyes, the clenched muscle in his jaw, and the tensing of his arms.

"I have tried my hardest to make you happy Molly! I know kidnapping you was a bad idea, but I have tried to make up for it-"

"By lying to me!?" I demanded. "You are such a self involved son of a bitch!"
"I'm self involved?" He said, disbelief written all over his face. "You are the only one still giving your mate shit. Chelsea accepted it-"

"Because she's been brainwashed!" I hollered.

"Because she believed it! Like a mate should!" He roared in my face, yanking me up from the bed, he stood in front of me, gripping my upper arms. "You. Are .Never .Leaving!" He hissed, his face inches from my own.

I burst out into tears, from the hard grip on my arms, and the harshness of his words. Shaking my arm out of his, I pulled it back and slapped him across the face. "I hate you!" I screamed. "I wish you were dead!" Yanking myself out of his grip I ran to the bathroom locking the door, before I sobbed my heart out.

The sun was setting, I noted through the small window in the bathroom. The sky was a shade of orange and pink. It looked nice.

No one had come to see me yet, which was good. But I was too exhausted emotionally to move, I lay paralysed on the bathroom floor, playing with the bathroom mat, tugging bits of carpet out of it, with my eyes closed. My upper arms had bruised and they hurt more then they should, but I wasn't going to give the son of a bitch the satisfaction. I wouldn't give any of them the satisfaction.

Standing up I looked in the mirror at my red eyes and tear stained face, my hair sticking to various parts. Picking the brush up off the basin I brushed my hair until it looked normal again. I then washed my face, patting it dry with a towel, staring at my reflection until the redness gradually went down.