His Claim

Chapter 9

Another longish chapter, thanks for reading!

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He leads me into a vacant room that smells of expensive soaps and oils that I probably can't afford. There's a king-sized bed with a small parcel of items laying upon it. He enters the room, placing something on the vanity, and hovers for a moment. There's a small balcony on the far side of the room and an acute breeze flows through it.

"I'm not going to force you to sleep in my room, but if you want to-"

"I don't want to." I snap, cutting him off. His jaw clenches tightly, the veins in his neck quiver. This offends him, but I don't care, I already know what he wants and I won't provide that for him.

"Kaia, I'm not the enemy here." He says, taking a step towards me. Suddenly I feel trapped and anxiety bubbles in my stomach. I shift my weight nervously but I bare my teeth. My wolf is ready to fight as if our lack of sleep has vanished into thin air.

"Stop." He growls. I want to taste his blood on my tongue, make him pay for ripping me away from my home. I'm unsure if I'm mad at him or everyone in general. Either way, adrenaline courses through my veins and my wolf blocks out any judgement.

"Kaia please, the choice is yours; you can sleep here if you want. I'm not fighting you!" He urges. I don't care. I know I'm acting immature and childish but my tiredness and starvation has manifested itself into irritability that has me popping like a thin balloon.

My wolf explodes from me and my skin is replaced with matted fur. Surprisingly enough, the Alpha doesn't even stray his gaze from mine and remains in his human form. My muscles ache and I taste blood in my mouth. There's a noticeably large wound on my fleshy stomach where his claws penetrated. Deep down, I have the advantage against him.

I lunge for his throat.

Without even thinking, his arm lashes out and grabs my wolf by the scruff and digs his fingernails deep into the flesh. I whimper out in pain but it doesn't stop me.

I quickly rebound myself, using my hind legs to kick him in the groin. A mangled groan leaves his lips and I feel satisfaction coursing through my veins. I quickly land on all fours, scratching the carpet with my paw and chortling. Before he can react, I throw my body at him and snap my jaws inches from his stomach. Before my canines can slice through his flesh, I'm thrown backwards and my cranium slams against the wall. My skull throbs and I feel my vision blacking out. Before my consciousness can slip away, I shake off the sensation and awkwardly stand up again. I'm disoriented but still awake, his wolf is on the verge of shifting and his muscles are oscillating under his clothing.

He charges towards me and his hand closes around my neck. I think to myself, kill me. Just get it over with. I brace myself for agony but he does nothing with it. His grip tightens and my pulse quickens from under his tight grasp.

"If you're going to act like a child, then I'm going to treat you like one, okay?" He says venomously. I think back to the forest, when he cornered me and forced me into submission, the pure concentrated terror that he struck into my core, but my wolf doesn't back down.

He locks his hand around my throat so I can't breathe, and lifts me up. I gasp and squirm in his hold, but his grip is too tight. He carries me over to the king-sized bed, and holds me there until my eyes begin to roll back in my head. Right before I pass out, his hand is released from my neck.