The Alpha and His Dancer

Chapter 5 - What the Hell are Mates?

DELILAH

"Have it your way then."

Before I could even blink, Xavier pounced towards me, making me let out a scream and back away from him. He grabbed my hand and pinned it against the wall, beside my head, before using his free hand to pull the shard of glass away from me. I struggled against his hold, my heart raging inside my chest, but it was no use. I could tell how strong he was, and my wrist felt like a twig within his grasp. He could break it in seconds if he wanted. But I wasn't going down without a fight. So I used my free hand to grab his silky, dark hair, and pulled as hard as I could.

The sound of his growl when I did that burnt into my memory.

His eyes gleamed a bright red as he took my other wrist as well, now pinning me tightly against the wall, his face inches away from mine. I could hardly even shiver, let alone breathe as I stared at him, my head spinning once more, vision blurred with tears.

"Enough," he said through a clenched jaw. The red of his eyes was bordered by a black this time. That only happened when a werewolf was beyond mad. I knew that. "Just because I'm being gentle, does not mean I cannot control you. It would take me two seconds to mark you, my little swan, and you would be bonded with me forever. Do not make me do that."

"What... What is that?" I whispered, my voice low to hide it's tremor. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks, and I sniffed, feeling lightheaded again.

"You, Delilah, are my mate. And I have every right to claim you this very second, because that is what fate has chosen for you. But I'm not going to do that, and I never will, unless you want me to." His grip on my wrists tightened as he said that. "You are mine, you hear me?"

I closed my eyes, shaking my head.

What the actual hell?

What the hell were mates?

"Look at me," Xavier demanded. "Delilah."

How could this happen to me? Why did this werewolf want me? What was wrong with me?

"Delilah. Look at me."

He was going to kill me. I was gonna die here. Tonight.

"I... I don't wanna die," I whispered. "Please... Please let me go." Fighting him was no use. Trying to run was no use. Even begging was no use. But it was the easiest thing to do. It was the only thing I could do.

I felt his hold on my wrists relax slightly. I quickly tried to free my hands, but still failed, my skin gliding against his palm and once again giving my stomach that funny feeling.

"You're not gonna die," he stated. "I will never hurt you, Delilah."

I glanced up at him, through my tears.

His eyes had returned to their original shade of blue.

He slowly let go of my hands, and I quickly tried to push him away by the chest. But he didn't move an inch. So I buried my face in them.

"This can't happen to me," I cried. "I wanna go home. Please."

He was silent for a few moments.

"Alright," he finally said, making me immediately look up at him, my mouth open in shock.

"What?"

"I said alright. You can go." He reached towards my face, and I flinched, closing my eyes shut. But all he did is wipe my tears away, before pushing my hair behind my ears. He gently took my chin, tilting my face up, and the next second, I felt his lips brush against my cheek. I held my breath, curling my toes, as my body erupted with tingles. I'd felt fear before, but this was different. What was this? It was definitely uncomfortable. It made me want to scream and jump.

He left a lingering kiss, and I felt his breath trace over my ear next. "I'm never gonna hurt you, my darling. I promise. And I'm never gonna let anything else hurt you either. You don't have to be afraid of me, unless..."

"Unless?" I cried.

"Unless you do not promise me something."

I swallowed hard. "What?"

Xavier pulled away from me, and his gaze locked with mine. "You will not try to leave this town without my permission. You will not hide from me, and you will show up whenever I ask for you, no matter what. If you promise these things, I will let you go home. And you never have to a werewolf ever again."

I contemplated his words. It sounded like a vast prison.

"And if I don't?"

"Then, my little swan, be afraid."

- - -

XAVIER

I wasn't sure how to deal with her. She was far too scared of me, enough to not be thinking clearly. How would she ever love me if she was so terrified of me all the time? What was the reason behind it? I'd have to ask Ryan where he found her, how he brought her here. Something wasn't right. Humans were afraid of us, in the same way they were afraid of other humans who had weapons on them. But her fear was different. I'd never seen someone so horrified by my kind before.

And I had to find out why.

"And if I don't?" she asked, making me lower my gaze.

What was I supposed to say to her?

Use her fear, you i***t.

I did not want to do that. But Hagor was right. that was the only way to make her listen, without actually physically restraining her anywhere.

"Then, my little swan, be afraid."

When I met her eyes again, they were filled with rage.

But she did not say a word.

Instead, she slowly nodded.

Okay. That was... easy.

"So we have a deal?" I raised my eyebrows.

"It's not like I have a choice," she said softly, looking away from me. "Now you can please get away from me? You smell like a dog."

That was not true. It was just her subtle way of telling me to get lost.

That's not even subtle.

True.

I took a step back, nodding. "Let's go,. I'll drop you home."

She tensed up again. "Why you? I'll go myself."

"I'm sorry, I can't let you go alone at this time of the night. It's not safe."

"Like going with you is," she muttered, glancing down as she rubbed her wrists. I realised they were slightly red because of my hold.

Guilt enveloped my heart. "I'm... I'm sorry about that," I said softly, gesturing towards her hands. "Does it hurt?"

"Does it matter?" she asked. Her eyes were swollen and red from all the crying she had done.

"I guess what doesn't matter is what I say right now. You have decided that you hate me, so be it. I can't force you to change your mind. But I know that you eventually will. I'm not looking to harm you in any way Delilah. I just liked the way you danced. And I wanna see you everyday from now on. My chauffeur will come pick you up, you will dance for me, and then I'll drop you back home."

"Okay."

My eyebrows pulled together.

What had gotten into her all of a sudden?

She was agreeing to everything way too easily.

"Okay." I nodded once. "Let's go." I gestured towards the door.

- - -

DELILAH

I hoped he believed me.

But I could see the suspiscion in his gaze. I should've argued more. I gave in way too easily, and now he had doubts.

I was never going to do as he asked. I had a life of my own, and a werewolf was the last thing I was going to throw it away for.

Once he would let me go, I would pack my bags and leave town. I wouldn't be able to go to Stormfell, but I could run off to one of the neighbouring, less expensive places. I would hide somewhere he would never be able to find me. And I would never ever come back here. It would be hard, but I would find a way. I would survive. Because there was no way a human could see a werewolf every night and live to see the other day. One day or the next, he would kill me. For sure. I didn't know what his plan was for me, but I could not let it succeed.

No matter what I had to do.

I could feel his gaze on me as I walked to the door of his room, and tried the handle. I frowned when it did not budge. The door wasn't locked.

"What's wrong?" His presence behind me made my hands shiver as I tried again.

"It--it won't open," I whispered.

Was this an elaborate game? Was he just playing with me? Had he been lying just now?

"Let me," he said, stepping closer to the door, and hence me. I quickly shifted to the side, scanning his every move.

Xavier's eyes never left mine as he casually reached for the handle and turned it with ease.

I frowned.

"These doors are made for werewolves," he explained, probably seeing the question in my gaze. "The handles are too hard to turn for humans. I never expected to have a human mate, but it's alright. I'll open any door you want for the time you'll spend here everyday."

"I... I'll be in here everyday?" I asked, my heart beat once again picking up.

"Of course, Delilah," he chuckled, "wheer welse would you go? This is my room, and you're mine as well. You belong here. Nowhere else."

"I don't belong to anyone," the words left my mouth before I could stop myself.

Xavier c****d up an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

I swallowed, lowering my gaze. "Can we please go?"

He let out another chuckle. "Of course. After you." He opened the door wider, but kept holding it at a point higher than my head.

I quickly walked out the door, holding my breath as I passed under his arm. The scent of his cologne washed over me again, and my heart gave an odd flip. What was wrong with my body? I wasn't even about to get my period.

Xavier walked in front of me, leading me through the corridors towards the exit. This time, I was taken through the main entrance, past a number of other werewolves who all lowered their heads when they saw him. He was their Alpha, the leader of their pack, the strongest and quickest amongst them. It was like royalty for werewolves.

We finally reached the door, and I sighed in relief. He stopped at the side, gesturing for me to leave first. I strode towards it, but before I could step out of the house, Xavier's hand grabbed mine.

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