Crown of Claws

Crown of Claws

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She couldn't breathe. She tried another handle, locked. She had to get inside. Outside. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. The third handle, and a sigh of relief when the knob turned. Elara closed her eyes as she pressed the cool wooden door behind her closed with a soft click. With an exasperated sigh, she had bought herself time. She leaned back against the door, staring up at the beautifully carved ceiling, shrouded in the respite. "Door's open," a husky voice chuckled from the darkness. At first, Elara just went rigid, but when the chuckle turned into the sounds of the shifting leather chair, she snapped her head back down and locked eyes straight ahead. With his. Dark. Commanding. Unwavering. She didn't blink, didn't move an inch, but kept her palms grounded against the smooth mahogany as she watched him rise like smoke from his chair. His built frame hinted through his well-fitted dress shirt, dimly lit by the glow of a singular desk lamp. His size didn't alter his composure, nor the grace of his movements. The man rounded the table, pushing the sleeves of his rolled button up over his elaborately tattooed forearms. He studied her, circled her, like the prey she was. Until he came a few paces before her, crossed his arms, and cocked a smirk. "Lost?" __________ A Cinderella retelling. The official re-write of Captive.
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Bang! I sat bolt upright. Did I imagine that? That noise? What was it? I clambered out of bed and almost fell down the stairs with the panic that had set in. My front door was wide open but nobody was there, the wood was just swinging in the doorway allowing the cool breeze in my house. What if somebody was already inside? I hopped over the living room sofa, to climb the stairs yet again and as I made it to the landing I was thrown into the wall. My body pinned against it with a muscled form shadowing mine. A hand placed over my mouth silenced my screams that I was too scared to let out anyway. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just don't scream." It was Colton. His husky voice was a distinct reminder that he was my mate. The tingles that spread through my body made me hate but love the entire situation. I want him closer. "You don't run away from me, understand?" I nodded, he was really close to me and my wolf purred for him to be closer. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind as he slowly removed his hand. "What do you want?" I demanded, making the futile attempt to shove him away though he didn't move an inch. "I want what is mine." He replied with a low growl that sent chills up my spine. My back was still pressed firmly against the wall and I think I was in shock to move. Though I felt safe which made me feel sick, how could I be safe in the presence of him? "No." I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. "No?" He repeated my words back to me and I boiled the kettle for a cup of tea. My mum said tea fixes everything, then again it never fixed her relationship. "You heard me." "I heard you clear. I'm just making sure you're happy with that answer before I make you regret it." Colton advanced forward, pure dread taking over my body at the size of him compared to me. He leaned forward so his lips were against my ear and with a soft tone he whispered. "Are you happy with that answer?"

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