I woke up the next morning with a killer headache. There was no bed in my cell so I slept on the floor, which was cold and uncomfortable. Long story short, I didn't get much sleep. The guards told us all to wake up and soon after Hunter came and got me.
He didn't talk much on the way up to our room. I tried talking to him, but he wouldn't even acknowledge my existence. When we got to our room, he threw me on to the couch. My head already hurt from last night's sleep and, now, it hurt even more from the impact.
Hunter leaned over me, "So, you gonna listen to me, now?"
It was, almost, as if he was challenging me to say the wrong answer. I just nodded my head slowly. Hunter smirked at me and put his hand on my thigh.
"Say it", he said, almost yelling, but just raising his voice a little.
"I will, ok? Just don't treat me like a child and I'll listen", I said, coldly. I shot him a dirty look.
Hunter leaned in closer to my face, "You are only 16. As far as I am concerned, you are mine to deal with. And you act like a child anyway."
"Fuck you", my face heated up with fury.
Hunter's face turned red and he slapped me. I felt the sting and brought my hand up to my cheek. Tears threatened to fall out of my eyes but I couldn't let him see me cry. Not right now, at least.
"Watch your mouth, Brooklyn", he said.
I pushed him out of the way and stormed towards the balcony. He tried grabbing my wrist, but I quickly avoided it. I didn't want to talk to him. If he was going treat me like a child, I wouldn't stick around for much longer.
As I stormed off, Hunter grabbed me by my waist, "Brooklyn, stop." He tried calming me down, but it didn't work.
Hunter dragged me back over to the couch and pinned my arms to the back of the couch. He put his knees to the sides my thighs to keep me from kicking him. He went reached behind a throw pillow to get a small case. Hunter tried to calm me down as he grabbed my arm and stuck a needle in it.
Once he was able to, Hunter picked me up and put me on his bed. I felt weak and my strength to fight had given up. He had given me a tranquilizer. What a bastard.
Hunter leaned down so I could see him, "When you wake up, maybe you'll learn."
I had just enough strength to slap him. It felt so good to hit him. With the way he had been treating me, I needed to. He smirked right after. It obviously didn't have an effect on him.
"Sleep now. You'll be doing a lot of fighting later", Hunter said, right as I closed my eyes.
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I woke up in an awkward position. Both of my wrists were handcuffed to the bed. Great. Hunter thought this would win me. He was very, very wrong.
I tugged on both my hands and, sure enough, they didn't budge. Tears started to fill my eyes. I wanted Axe. I wanted out. My wolf wanted out. She just wanted to run and be free and not feel confined anymore.
Hunter walked into the room and I pretended to be asleep. He was on the phone, talking about something to do with the pack, something about security and training. He seemed to be talking about needing more trainers, but he had no one else but himself. I felt his eyes on me, but I still pretended to be asleep.
"You are a horrible actress, little girl", Hunter said. My eyes shot open, ready to kill him.
"Don't call me little. I'm not little", I said. He laughed at me.
"Listen. You're still a kid", Hunter said, mocking me, "So, little girl, do you wanna be free?"
I growled and nodded, not wanting to give in to his offer. But, I needed a shower and something to eat, so I gave in. He smirked and leaned over my body.
"Kiss me first"
He kissed me with force. It was like the hungry wolf finally got his feast. After he was done, he let my hands free but didn't take the handcuffs off the bedposts. I sat up and rubbed my arms. They were sore even though I'm pretty sure I wasn't like that for long.
I pushed past Hunter and quickly locked myself in the bathroom. I heard him start banging on the door, but, I blocked it out and jumped in the shower.
By the time I got out, he had stopped knocking, but, I could tell, he was still in the room. I wrapped a towel around myself and leaned against the wall. Honestly, I wasn't ready to leave the only place I kind of felt safe, only because of the lock.
After a couple of minutes of sitting on the floor, I heard Hunter start knocking again.
"Brooklyn. Come out of the bathroom. Now", he said through the door.
"No", I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I won't be as mad if you open the door right now."
I refused to answer him. I heard the door lock start moving and figured out he was unlocking the lock. Hunter burst through the door, looking pissed. My demeanor hadn't changed. I was still straight-faced and didn't care that he was mad. My wolf didn't care either. She was just as pissed.
"Get up, now", Isaac said, clearly taking over.
He pulled me up by my arms, that were still holding my towel up, and threw me over his shoulder. My towel wasn't long enough to cover my ass, so he was getting a full view of it. I struggled in Hunter's hold because I was uncomfortable being naked in front of him. He wouldn't let me go until he dropped me onto his bed.
"Listen, Brooklyn," his words were cold, "I don't want to fight you every day. I just want you to be happy with me. I want you to listen and obey as other mates do."
I scoffed, "Well, I'm not like those other mates in the world, am I?"
I watched as his face turned red. He pushed my shoulders, forcing me to lay on my back. He climbed on top of me and pinned me to the bed.
"You will not disrespect me, mate. You are stuck with me unless you want to be rogued and die. I don't want that for you and my pack to die without their Luna."
My eyes started to water and I shut them tight to stop the tears from falling. I quickly slipped underneath his arm and waited for him to turn around.
"Okay", I started, holding the towel close to my body, "Let me get dressed and we can talk, like normal human beings."
He smirked and grabbed my waist, "Well, I'm not like normal human beings, am I?"
He leaned down and began, softly, kissing my neck. It was driving Winter crazy to have him in such control. I pushed him away and stomped to the closet, slamming the door.
What was I going to do to make him treat me less like a child?
Oh, I know exactly what I can do.
Edited on January 30, 2020
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The Fighter and Her Mate
WerewolfBrooklyn is 16 and the only girl on the pack's guard. She was taken in by the packs alpha when her parents died when she was 4. Her only friend was her great dane, Axe, who also works with her on duty. She had never thought about her mate until now...