Between The Wolf's Teeth

I glared at him repulsed beyond any measure.
Completely disgusted. He never once looked away in shame or showed any sign of remorse. Such a pig. After straightening my posture I spoke, my voice raw and harsh,
“So what now? You know everything, what’s your plan?”. After what seemed like hours of a silent competition of the ‘stare down’, he quickly pinned me against the wall pressing brutally into my bones.
“I’ll tell you what’s my plan, and that is nothing. Because, to me, you are nothing. Mate or not- you are just as insignificant as a stranger I walk past on the streets-”, he clasps his hands tighter around my wrist and I hear the slight crack on my bone. “-Your value to me is equivalent to the rouges I kill on a daily basis. Just because you are back in Silvercrest or I’m tied to you through fate, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t kill you or melt in the palm of your hand”.
Each and every word was meant to cut me deep, yet, as I stared into his obsidian eyes...I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Quickly I threw him on the ground and logged my foot into his neck, pinning him down sternly with my hands and spoke as if my words were made of steele,
“Listen here pup, never forget who my ancestors are and that we practically made the werewolf bloodline-” I lean closer into him so that my nose brushed his, “-So that means I am stronger than any Alpha there is, even you”.
I watched as anger bubbled inside him as the truth of the situation gravitated. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I yanked him even more near whispering softly,
“And the next time you decide to speak in the same manner as you just did, will be the last time you have a tongue to speak at all”.
Before I had time to leave, a dangerous smirk spread across his sinful face, and it was then I knew that this wouldn’t be the last time I would see him.