The Rebel

Chapter 9

Dakota’s POV

Ugh. He is such an asshole. Why is he such an asshole? Just stop being an asshole.

Friggin cocksucker, I thought as I followed him downstairs, he had taken my hand but only gave me two fingers. I wrapped my hand around his two fingers, it felt perfect, and I did not know why. His two fingers fit perfectly in my small hand, Is why I guess.

When we got down to the kitchen there was people there, they all stared and because Noah put me in a bad mood I stared right back.

Noah growled at them all “Don’t fucking look at my mate” he snarled, and  they all hurriedly left Noah told them to leave.

“You can’t glare at the pack members” he told me.

“I do what I want” I muttered under my breath, he spun around quickly

“What?” he demanded. Oh shit. Haha.

“nothing”

“That’s what I thought”

“Asshole” I muttered going to sit at the island.

“And we’re down to number three kitten”  he said smugly.

“Noah what are you going to do, sit me in a corner?” he just gave me a look, that honestly scared the shit out of me but on the outside I just rolled my eyes. It wasn’t a good look in his eyes either, it was lust. I wasn’t afraid of what he would do to me, god forbid he handcuff me to the bed again, I was just afraid he wouldn’t give me what I wanted.

“Noah?”

“Hm?”

“What are your punishments”

“You’ll see kitten”

“Why can’t you just tell me?” I said letting my irritation slip into my voice.

“I do what I want” he said mockingly, I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him.

I t hadn’t been 3 minutes and my chest was constricting and a dull pain had started in my chest. I hadn’t been touching Noah for all of 3 minutes and I was already starting to feel the effects. I got up and wrapped my arms around him from behind, he stood there for a little while making whatever he was making, but it smelled delicious.

He grabbed my hand and kissed it and then handed me a plate of food. I sat at the island and slowly ate, I wanted to inhale it since I hadn’t eaten in a long time but Noah kept telling me to slow down, and the threatened to spoon feed it to me if I didn’t stop eating so fast.

“Dakota” he said softly, I was alarmed by how soft his voice was.

“Hm?” I replied looking up at him.

“What did they want from you?”

“Who?”

“You know who”

“They didn’t want anything” I lied.

“Then why did they torture you?” I shrugged looking back down to my empty plate.

“Dakota” he said when I looked up he was leaning across the counter and was closer, his close proximity sent shivers down my spine and scrambled my mind.

“Yes” I said when I remembered how to breathe.

“Are you going to tell me what they wanted or do I have to force it out of you?”

I took in a deep breath “They wanted to know where you were” he frowned and slid away.

“What?”