Ellie’s POV
Austin's face is now a map of some frown, drawing his brows down and adding ripples to his forehead. His hand moves upward and slowly touches his neck.
He stands tall, about six feet of height. The black suit that covers his frame appears to give him energy. There is a buttoned-up white shirt and a knotted blue checkered tie that kisses the base of his long, slender neck like a snake about to climb a tree trunk. If it isn't for the fact that he is the Alpha King, then his appearance is totally my type. Pity makes my stomach feel empty, like the bottom of it has just become abysmal.
My eyes always pick out the odd things on people. That happened a lot while growing up. I'm in a public park and I suddenly turn around and set my eyes on a woman sitting with her legs open, some colourful underwear showing. Or I'm walking down the street and some biker guys ride past me with a lady behind, and when I turn, it's half of her white ass that's watching me.
In my mind, I say a little thank you to my good eyesight and keen observation skills. Now I have a chance to turn the tables on this annoying guy.
I begin with a mocking laugh.
"You think this is hilarious?" he asks sententiously.
"Do you know what I think about you?"
In answer to that, Austin stares at me, like he's waiting for me to spit out my nonsense.
I say to him, "I think you are a playboy."
"What was that?" he asks, with an unbelievable look on his face, one that could have scared a wolf away but not me. I am not an animal. I am in a living room with a grumpy Alpha King who is so strictly choleric that no one can live with him.
"You heard me. Playboy. Those marks on the side of your neck tell a great deal about whatever you had going on last night."
"Whatever I had going on last night? Have you now gone mad?"
"This isn't madness," I express my objection.
"Then what is it?"
"This is being remarkably truthful."
"Truthful? How old are you? Eighteen? Nineteen? What truth do you know about adults?"
"I have lived with a man whose family treats me like a tool. Of course, I know some truth about adults."
He shakes his head as if I have said the most incorrect thing in the world. "Maybe you deserved whatever that was doing to you. Not like it is probably any different from the behavior you are displaying here. And like I said, you don't know the truth about people so I do not expect you to tell it."
"I do not expect you to believe me, either. Killers like you are better lied to, just so the lives of the liars could be spared."
He looks hurt at that declaration of mine and I move towards him, tentatively. My hands are straight down by my sides, balled into fists, fingernails digging into the insides of my palm. When I am very close to him I smell his scent, a light sandalwood and pine scent. It is very nice, and oddly familiar but I cannot really remember where or when I perceived such. And my wolf Julia is a little excited about it.
His body tightens as if my approach threatens him, or as if my scent is that of some vampire. Because the next moment, he picks me up like I weigh no more than a candle flame.
"Bastard, let go of me!" I scream, trying to wriggle away from his hold.
"It seems you really do lack discipline," he says, threatening. His expression is grim. If this face of his were cut into pieces and brewed, it would taste horribly bitter.
"I can't hear you. Maybe you should speak up a little bit louder?"
His hold tightens and the image of a man screwing a nut with a spanner comes to mind. My stomach doesn't feel empty anymore and it quickly fills up with something that eventually explodes with anger.
"What in Pete's name are you doing?" I demand from him.
"Punishing you," he seethes.
"What have I done?"
"Indecency towards me."
I almost laugh but it doesn't feel funny while my arms are getting mashed. "What do you take me for, a seductress?"
"You look something close to what you just said."
"Bullshit."
"Then why did you approach me with that sultry look on your face?"
"What, you think I tried to seduce you right now?"
"Oh, it didn't start right now, little worm. From the moment you walked into this living room. Is that how you go about testing the virility of men?"
Little worm, how is that? And from this close, I am just hundred percent sure that the trace on the right side of his neck is definitely a raspberry mark!
So I mutter discontentedly, "It seems you had a fierce battle last night. But as far as I know you don't have a girlfriend in public, so how can you accuse me of not coming home at night, while you're a person hanging out with women? It is ridiculous!"
Austin stops talking for a moment and carries me over to the couch. I wonder what he is planning.
"Sir, maybe you should ... " The butler stops talking when Austin snaps his neck in the man's direction.
"Maybe I should what?"
The butler shakes his head. I figure the words he is about to utter aren’t something Austin will feel warm and fuzzy about. I glance at him and note the scared look on his face. If he is this afraid, does he have some idea of what on earth this Alpha King will do to me?
I am placed across his firm lap, unable to resist his strong and powerful hold. Never have I been in such a demeaning situation as I vaguely have an ominous premonition when my head touches his right calf. My legs lift upwards kicking ferociously while my breasts massage his right thigh. I have to stop so he doesn't get any genuine inkling that I am the seductress he thinks me to be.
"Help, Uncle Chris! Help me!" I yell the butler's name, but it is no use, no one dares to stop this terrible demon. There is no one here.
"I feel sorry for your parents for making you such a rebellious bad girl. To make up for my mistake, I will do my best to discipline you in the future." He says this coldly and as calmly as a banker approving a loan for a business mogul.
"Do not bring my parents into this, you savage beast! They are nothing like you."
"I agree," he says. "But why did you come to me, then? Why did you come to the savage beast?"
I think about that for a moment and say something to hurt his feelings. "A savage beast you are, and probably the reason why they suddenly lost their lives. So I came here suspecting you."
It does it. His big, thick palm slaps me on my ass!
I am stunned. The pain bites my backside and reaches up to my spine and then my brain delivers the rest to my throat. I feel like crying. When I react I begin to struggle.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" I swear, heatedly. Then realize it is not a good move.
He gets even angrier when he hears my bad language, and I figure my ass must be red from his slap. His hold on me doesn't relent, just like his bloodthirstiness obviously. He is too strong that I cannot get myself free at all. My head begins to get quite heavy from this painful position so I do the only thing my mind can literally think of to free myself. I recklessly clutch one of his arms and bite down hard.
Everything seems to stop for the moment. Like I have crossed the red line and nature is waiting to behold what will happen to me next. It works, however, and I am released from his vicious hold.
"Are you a puppy?" He stares at me in astonishment. Apparently, no one has ever dared to do such a thing to him. Except those who try in the war, and then he kills them off instantly.
His eyes are deadly serious and I pray they do not go blood red. I am conscious of myself and the taste of something odd in my mouth irks me. It is slimy and liquid-like. Moving my hand upwards, I touch a finger to my tongue and regard it before my eyes.
It is blood. And it is not mine. My eyes swing towards the Alpha King and I see his arm gradually seeping blood. I didn't realize I had bit down that hard. My heart beats harder, faster, stronger, and louder than usual that I think it is trying to tear my chest open and run from this place. So I close my eyes in despair and wait for the raging storm.