Alpha Meets His Match

6. "Whoopsie"

JO POV

I’ve been locked in here for over 2 hours.  The only positive out of this f****d up situation is that he’s not an abusive bastard, at least not for now.  If he was, he probably be dead by now, just saying.  Mate or not, no man will lay a hand on me.

I took my time apart from my mate, observing his room a lot more closely.  He had no real personal items- no photos, no documents. 

His bathroom was huge with a large soaker tub, beautiful marble flooring, and a big ass shower room with four nozzles and a seated bench, possible for a makeshift steam room. 

I start the shower and clean up the mess from both Vincent and his beta, who’s name I still don’t know.  I feel dirty from sleeping with him, but I needed to make my point with Vincent. 

I didn’t peg him for someone to do that to their mate, but I guess assholes come in all shapes and sizes. 

As the hot water seeps into my bones, I think about everything that has happened over the last 8 hours.  The signs were there.  The way he talked to me, his domineering stances, the calculative face he had when I told him I lived alone.  He wanted me alone.  Probably because if I had family or friends, they would talk me into rejecting him. 

But how can someone like that care about his people so much?  You can tell by how his territory looks.  He takes pride in his accomplishments and in the town.  Why would he treat his people well and me like s**t?  It doesn’t make sense. 

I ended up deep conditioning my hair, and rinsing the night away.  I’m glad I slept most of the day yesterday since it’s already morning.  

I raided through Vincent’s wardrobe and found a t-shirt and a pair of his underwear.  I need clothes soon- if the bastard will let me go home to get my s**t. 

I have searched through all of his belongings and books and there’s nothing to do.  There’s not even a TV in here so I’m starting to get pissed.  

On the mantle over the fireplace, is an old looking vase.  I slide some his house shoes over my feet and drag across the floor.  I pick up the vase and study it.  It looks really expensive.  

I throw it over my shoulder. 

“Whoopsie.” 

Everything on the mantle I pick up and throw it over my shoulder nonchalantly, one by one.  I go sit on the chair by the bookshelf and extend a claw.  I start ripping my name into it, making sure to take my time, it's only two letters after all.  

I glance over the books.  The ones I don’t care to read in the future, I take out and start ripping page after page, waltzing around and litter the room with their contents. 

The pillows on his bed are made goose feathers.  Betcha wonder how I found that out?  

I go through his closet again and throw all of his shoes in the bathtub, add some bubble bath and bath salts and fill it up.  I need room for all my shoes anyhow, and honestly, he shouldn’t have left me alone this long.

I turn wolf in his closet and go to town, tearing up any cotton, satin, microfiber, and silk.  

I leave one, just one of his suits alone- the one I like best, because if he has an alpha meeting, he’ll need something to wear, and I don’t know how fast he can get things. 

When I shift back and change, I pull a book off the shelf and nestle comfortably in the chaos I have created in the room.  

No, I don’t feel bad about it.

When I’m halfway through chapter 5, I hear the door unlock.  I keep my gaze focused on the book.

“What the actual f**k! Are you f*****g kidding me?!” 

I feel his heated stare as he slowly walks into his room.  I don’t acknowledge his presence and he doesn’t seem to like that because he ends up snatching the book out of my hand.  I take a breath and slowly rise my gaze to him, seeming bored. 

 Oh, he’s fuming. 

And the sad thing is, he’s still f*****g hot and I still want him.  Stupid mating bond. 

“Are you kidding me right now, Jo,” he says, arms spread widely, gesturing around the room.

“Well, I figured you decided to keep me around, seeing how you left me in here for over FOUR f*****g HOURS…. so I needed to make room for all of my things…. Especially my shoes.  They would’ve never fit in that closet.”

If his eyes could bug out anymore, they would be out of his head.  “I was taking a nap in my office, probably something you should have been doing.”

“I wasn’t tired…. You’re Beta didn’t wear me out as much as I would have liked.”   Yes, I wanted to poke the bear, or wolf rather.

He starts to take a breath to calm himself, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.  If I didn’t hate him so much, I would laugh.

“If you would like some breakfast, follow me.”

His sudden mood shift puts me on pause as he turns around and stalks out the door, leaving it open for me to follow.  

Hell, I’m hungry.  What can you expect?  So, I follow the damn bastard.