Halfbreed (BWWM)

Play Dirty

Should I keep uploading chapters for this one?? I like it tough, Hatred is honestly my favorite of my stories, even more than My Apologies, which is really, really popular. Don't forget to vote.

He gave her one blanket hours, maybe days ago, it wasn't as if she had anyway of finding out.

She used it, she would have been a dupe not too. He fed her twice and she ate the savory, but sweet stew twice.

Again, she was bidding her time.

The room was cold and the solitude was driving a social creature as herself up the wall.

No...

She wasn't completely alone; her hands fell onto her stomach. The kick that came because of the action, filled her with hope and relief, as it always did.

"Why isn't it healing?"

She watched him sit another lidded bowl full of stew before her, with a focused gaze. He looked up at her, upon hearing her speak. He stared at her blankly, dark eyes darker and not completely present. Now he wore a white t-shirt and black pants, so she assumed it was another day of her captivity.

She motioned towards her shoulder when he was obvious he was too lost in his own word to think.

"Oh!" He smiled a mad little smile.

Glad to see you back on earth, halfbreed, she kept her snark to herself.

"I thought a traditionist such as yourself would recognize good work when you see it." She sucked in a breath, sick of his riddles. It also concerned her that he knew that about her. He laughed again, as if reading her mind. "Ever heard of Forced Submission?" Her eyes widened. "It's a little thing our ancestors use to use quite often."

Forced submission was something not used anymore, because of his barbaric history. Once, the Alpha position wasn't something based on respect or heritage, but solely strength. A stronger wolf could force submission on a weaker wolf by a...bite.

"The wound won't heal-"

"Until I'm completely submitted and loyal," she finished in horror.

He wagged his finger in the air, "so don't try pulling the wool over my eyes." He winked.

"You're insane," she whispered.

"Now you're getting it!" He said loudly, spreading his arms out into the air. He giggled. "Feed the pup," he ordered and strutted out of the room.

(HB)

"Up, now," he ordered, pulling her out of the first moments of sleep she had gotten since the whole mess started.

Hanna moaned, slowly lifting her head out of the fetal position she had fallen asleep in. The blanket she was clutching onto so hard was ripped from her hands. A warm tight hand was wrapped around her forearm and she was forced onto her feet.

She wasn't even fully awake before they were fully out of the room and she was stumbling up a sudden flight of stairs.

They were through a kitchen and out a door and outside before she knew it and it hit her.

They were running. He was running. Her mate was coming.

She stopped complying right then and there, digging her feet into the loose gravel outside of the cabin they had apparently been in. He drug her a good yard before stopping and whirling around on her.