Possessive Wolves

Mate?

Since the last chapter was really short I'm going to update again! Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

Chapter eleven: Beccas pov

He looked absolutely pissed! What right did he have to be pissed? I only said that I wouldnt sleep in the same bed as him. I mean it's not like I kidnapped him. Nope. I didn't take him from his home. I didn't kidnap him on his birthday. I didn't laugh at him while playing 20 questions. And I sure as fricking hell did not glare and yell at him!!!! Nope. I did not. So I did the only rational thing to do at that point in time. I let go of all of my anger!

Alright before you all judge and say how stupid I was let me just say this....it's not good to keep all of that anger inside you. Okay.....let's face it he didn't take it well. It all started about 30 seconds after he claimed I was his mate. First I'm not his I'm not an object you can fight over I'm a person with anger problems. Second I still don't know what a mate is but I'll ask him about that later. I let everything out. It went kind of like this........

"YOU DARE CALL ME YOURS WHEN YOU KIDNAP ME ON MY BIRTHDAY AND DRAG ME TOWARDS......where are we?" his face is deadly serious as he spits out "Vermont." " VERMONT!" I finish loudly but then a new anger rises in me "YOU DRAGGED ME 3 HOURS FROM MY HOME AND YOU DECIDE TO TAKE ME TO VERMONT? REALLY? NOT TO MENTION I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR FRICKING NAME AND THEN YOU JUST GO ON AND SAY IM YOURS AND THAT I HAVE TO SLEEP WITH YOU. NEWS FLASH I SLEEP ALONE. I DON'T WANT TO WAKE UP WITH YOUR DOGGY BREATH IN MY FACE." that was a lie. I don't care if his breath was bad in the morning. I don't know how or why but I know that I belong by his side. Whether that be now or at night. I know in my heart and soul that my place is wherever he is. And that scared the shit out of me. He suddenly looked very angry after all I said and yelled "YOU WILL NOT DEFY ME! YOU WILL DO AS I SAY OR ELSE." "or else what?" His hand suddenly came back and slapped me across the face. I fell to the ground at the force of it. He slapped me? He actually slapped me? My eyes stung with tears that I wouldn't let shed. He was still scowling as he picked me up roughly and threw me on the bed. He continued to slap me until I passed out from all of the abuse. His eyes were a bright yellow the entire time and I was afraid he would beat me to death. At this point I wish he would. It hurts too much. For some reason I felt as if he was mine and should not hurt me. Obviously I was wrong. Very very wrong.

Thanks for reading i know you guys are probably confused but a lot of what just happened will be explained in the next chapter. Also if your mad about him hitting her you will also understand in the next chapter. I'm not for abuse it was really hard for me to write this chapter but it will make more sense next chapter. Hope you liked it. Love ya.