The Fighter and Her Mate

Chapter 8: Punishing Her

Aiden's POV

I shot up out of my seat, my wolf taking full control.

"Mate"

I ran out of the office, straight to the woods where I saw Brooklyn, laying on the floor, while Axe stood over her. Axe turned his head towards me and relaxed, seeing I was there to help.

He let me get closer to her and I kneeled beside her. I touched the back of her head, when retracted had speckles of blood on it.

"Why was she out of our room?", my wolf, Isaac, said, his voice laced in anger.

I picked her up and grabbed Axe's leash. I ran her all the way to the pack doctor, where she laid lifeless for about 30 minutes.

She finally started stirring and tried sitting up. I pushed her back down on the bed and caressed her face.

"Don't move. You'll hurt yourself even more", I said, looking at the floor.

"What happened?", she said, her eyes adjusting to the light.

"You went outside and got hit", I refused to look at her. I knew that I had to be mad at her for disregarding the one rule I set last night.

"I'm sorry. I-"

"No excuses", I said, standing up. "You should've called me to come and get you. Not go out on your own."

Tears filled her eyes and she turned away from me. The pack doctor came in and told us she could go back upstairs, to our room. I picked Brooklyn up bridal style and tried walking out of the room. She struggled out of my arms and straightened her clothes.

"I have working legs", she said, with attitude.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to me, "Lose the attitude."

She scoffed and I dragged her to our room. Once we were in the room, I kept my hand wrapped around her wrist and dragged her to the couch. She tried to get off the couch but I kept her down. 

"Where's Axe?", Brooklyn said, but her voice changed and I could tell her wolf was in control.

"Winter. Give me Brooklyn back", I said, sweetly.

"Answer the damn question", she said, anger laced in her voice.

"I'll answer when you give me Brooklyn back", I said, looking into her, now, electric blue eyes. I watched as her eyes turned back into the normal pale blue.

"He's outside", I said, "and isn't coming back inside till the weekend."

I pushed past her as she stood frozen at the door. She was attached to that dog like it was her lifeline.

"No", she said, clutching her chest.

I heard the door shut. I opened the door and saw her walking down the hallway, towards the elevator. I ran towards Brooklyn and grabbed her from behind.

She struggled against me but my strength overpowered hers. I needed to talk to her and she was in trouble. My dad did this to his mate and this is what I was taught. I brought her back into the room as she screamed and cried. I hated making her cry. I pinned her down on my bed and began digging through the drawers, of my nightstand, to find my handcuffs. It took forever and she continued to scream and cry. I felt awful.

Finally, I found the chains. They were silver, which is dangerous for werewolves, but they were covered in a thick, black fabric. She saw them and cried even harder. She kept protesting and pushing me away from her.

I grabbed her wrist and put the cuff around it. I, then, put the other cuff around the bedpost. I got off of her and she curled into a ball. Her sobs got quieter as she fell asleep. Once she fell asleep, I sighed. That was torture. My face held the look of pure hurt. 

Edited on: January 30, 2020