Chapter 8: Want Her
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-Helena-
It was all very confusing as we entered the house. Alpha Wylder practically had to drag me because I didn’t want to go inside. Not when I knew what was about to happen. He would reject me. He had to! That was how it ended! It was how it was supposed to end… Yet he pulled me along with him into a living room, where he made me sit down on the couch before going to get something to drink.
“Can we stop prolonging this?” I asked.
He turned to me and smiled.
“I’m not prolonging anything,” he assured me.
“Oh? Then why am I here?”
He smiled smugly as he approached me, and his intimidating aura made me shift a little in my seat. He leaned closer, placing a hand behind my head and invading my personal space. I swallowed hard, feeling the bond between us pulse happily because we were now close to each other.
“You’re here because I want you to be, little mate,” he stated.
“Why?” I asked.
“Must I spell it out? You’re. Mine.”
“I can’t be.”
“But you are,” he insisted, taking a sip of his drink before placing it on the coffee table in front of us and sitting down. “And I want to know more.”
“More?” I echoed.
“About you.”
“About me?”
“And this.” He produced the letter, and I attempted to reach for it, but he quickly held it out of my reach. “It must be important, since these are your mother’s last words.”
“It is, so give it back!” I exclaimed.
“Tell me more first.”
“Are you holding my mother’s words hostage?”
“Perhaps," he replied.
“Give it back!” I snarled.
“Tell me more.”
“Alpha Wylder!”
He seemed to change a little before my eyes as I said his name, as if he enjoyed hearing it from me.
“Say it again,” he urged.
“What?” I asked.
“My name, but without the title. As my Luna, that is your right," he informed me.
“No, I will stick to the title,” I insisted, glaring at him.
He didn’t seem pleased with my words, and he sighed as he sat down beside me. I slid further away, but he certainly didn’t enjoy that. He grabbed my leg and effortlessly pulled me closer.
I gasped, shocked, when our legs were pressed against each other, but then he pulled one of mine over his while holding his hand on my thigh. I stared at it as if I could make it go away with a simple look, but it remained.
“Tell me more,” he requested.
I swallowed hard as he began to almost massage my thigh. It felt too good when he gripped it even tighter. I hadn't had time to really consider how a mate's touch felt. Carter had broken our bond so quickly, but with Wylder… It was just us here, and with his hand on my thigh… My heart raced.
Make him stop!
I wanted to, but I was frozen, and when I finally turned my head to look at him, he seemed so smug.
“Has no one ever touched you like this, little mate?” he challenged.
I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came out. Where was my usual attitude?
“I will take that as a no,” he said, looking even more smug.
He suddenly moved his hand higher, and I let out a surprised gasp.
“We will get to the good part soon,” he said. “Now tell me more.”
“R-Remove your hand first.”
Wylder didn’t seem very thrilled about it, but then he finally let me go, waiting for me to start talking.
“Well?” he prompted.
“It’s just a letter,” I said. “I think it says pretty much everything there is to say.”
“About why you’re here, but not who you are.”
“I am just doing what my mother wanted.”
“Again, it explains why you’re here, not who you are, and why your first thought was that I was going to reject you. I had thought you wanted me to mark you right away out there,” he said.
“That was not what I said!” I hissed.
“You said 'go ahead'.”
I replayed the whole incident outside in my head, and I realized now how it must have looked.
“I was talking about getting the rejection over with," I explained.
“As I now realize,” he said. “Why?”
“Because it hurts, and I want it done quickly.”
“It has been done to you before?”
I didn’t want to discuss it. I just wanted to be able to go back and be left alone.
“No…” I whispered.
“You’re lying,” he accused, tapping a finger beneath his ear. “I can hear it.”
“Fine! Yes!” I snarled.
“Who?” he inquired.
I turned away. So, he grabbed my chin and made me look at him.
“Who?” he asked once more.
“Why does it matter?” I challenged.
“It matters because those who hurt my mate get to eat their own eyeballs,” he said darkly.
I drew back. Never had anyone acted possessively toward me, and I didn’t even know how to react to it.
“It’s… um… not necessary,” I said, pushing away his hand. “It’s in the past.”
“When?” he asked.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because it concerns my mate,” he said.
“And I won’t be your mate for long!” I snarled.
“Why not?”
“I just told you…”
“And I am telling you now, you’re staying!” he declared.
“To be your slave?” I asked mockingly.
“To be my mate!” He growled it loudly, and I saw the glass on the table shake.
“What?”
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