Recover

Chapter Four

My eyelids snap open and I scream. Just scream. After what felt like an hour, only in fact a few seconds, Mr. Alpha bursts into the room. He kicks the door down and it flies off its hinges. His muscles pulse and become twice as big as his wolf threatens to come out, you could see the hair on his skin about to grow. As soon as he sees it was just me his eyes turn from his on-edge-wolf to an annoyed human who rolls them.

    He comes over in what's like a blur and pulls me up off the bed and silences my screaming by trying to give me a long hungry kiss. My body responds automatically, and I try to get away but he's too strong and he doesn't even notice my efforts. Every cell in me is being lit ablaze just at his touch, but no matter how good it feels or how good a kisser he may be, I want him away from me.

    I continue to thrash about and he finally separates the two of us. He grabs the back of my neck with one hand and the other he places on my lower back. He tries to go in for another kiss like I'm some love-robot and I angrily shove at his stomach. The crazy bastard. He growls at me and my heart feels like it's being stabbed, I can't fathom why. I don't even know who the guy is let alone if I like him enough to let him plant a big one on me.

    The dark Alpha power starts rolling off him and I shoot him a glare. Then he starts yelling. "I didn't give you permission to resist." He seethes. His body flexes to show he was in command, this bastard.

    "Guess what? I didn't give you permission to try to kiss me, asshole!" I clench my jaw.

    "Ya, sure you didn't," he snorts, jeez this guy's got problems.

    "I don't even know your name! What is it anyway?" I shout, trying to cover the blush on my face.

    "Jake, and yours my lady?" He asks stupidly, obviously seeing what I'm doing.

    "Geneviève Cross."

    "Okay Geneviève, it's time to listen to me," he grins with a mischievous glint in his eye. Damn this guy is an idiot trying to use his Alpha Tone. "You will not be leaving my side so that means you will be living with me in here, our room," He sounds like a general giving orders to someone so far under them they can use them like a puppet. Or like a creepy kidnapper to his abductee he plans on keeping forever.

    This guy has something so far shoved up his ass it's ridiculous. He's a jerk. Period. Still, I cautiously look around at what he calls 'our' room. Deep red sheets on the king size bed, white walls, furniture made of red oak; dresser, a vanity, the bed frame, a side table and the lining of the doors and closet. And a bathroom around the corner.

    "Excuse me asshole, but I will not sleep in a room with a guy, especially one who claims to be my mate."

    He snorts at that; this boy is cruising for a bruising. "Let’s go with that sweet heart," the lust in his eyes makes me shiver, one of those to-the-bone shivers. It was as if me saying no to that was saying I won't mate to him and that stare said he would force me if necessary.

    "Anyway you won't be hanging out with anyone else outside of the pack," I sense the seriousness in his voice and of course I still don't listen, he sees that. So the smart ass says, "Oh and your hair has been fixed. Females aren't allowed to have artificial beauty. I mean why change it?" He grins in triumph for getting my attention.

     My heart drops and my face pales. I hesitate for a moment and quickly grab a strand of my hair I gasp and tear up a little . . . it's blonde again!

    "You jerk!" I scream and make sure he knows the hate was real. Grabbing a book from his nightstand I throw it at his head. He growls and snarls at me, but the only thing running through my head was the reason why it was red. I wanted to remember how my parents had treated me, what my father did to me before I left when he coated it in blood.

    I run to the bathroom and lock the door. I sit down on the toilet seat and look around the bathroom. It has handmade soaps, real marble tile, even a classic tub, a single shower and, what the flip, a hand dryer? He didn't give me two seconds to admire it anymore because the door was starting to be broken down.

     "Jeez, let me use the god damn restroom!" I shout just so he would stop making my headache worse.

     He mumbles a few curses and leaves. I quickly look around for another exit. . . a window. I open it up and saw a tree. I strong red oak, I sniff the air, the smell of home. I climbed trees in my spare time to read in a quiet space. I quickly get down, slipping once or twice because I haven't climbed for quite a while. I stop when I heard another door flying off its hinges and the window being slammed open.

    Jake sticks his head and he has a killer's look in his eye and a dark power rolling off him, but hey, why not make the wolf feel defeated? I flick that guy off and sprint across the yard, sun on my back and dirt under my bare feet, not before I looked back and saw several giant wolves burst from the pack house/mansion.

    Suddenly a powerful voice enters my head, Little mate, you won't get far.

    Let the games begin, I hesitate for a second, little asshole. What? The prick changed my hair.