Alphas broken mate

Warm hands II

Beast

I stopped for a moment with my feet almost touching the ground.

The tone of his voice told me that this was a critical moment.

Daniel really gets angry, but when he does...

Sure, it's not as fiery and destructive as it is when I get angry, because his emotions are more like a sea or some other deep body of water, that is strong and it can wash away everything in its way.

The only time he got mad, like really really mad, was when his father pushed me too far with too many meetings while I was a bit sick in the first place. Over-exhausting myself mixed with the flu sent me to the healers. When Daniel carried me to the healers after I collapsed, he sat with me for an hour just to make sure that I was okay and then disappeared for an hour.

The whole time he sat with me, it was clear that there were a lot of emotions brewing inside of him. They were not emotions that I usually felt radiating from him.

When he returned, he had a bandage on his right hand, but he brushed it off as nothing serious when I asked him about it.

I am not sure what happened because neither he nor his father ever told me what really happened, but from that day on, Daniel was the one planning all my meetings and public appearances. I always thought that they had a fight... but I can't be sure.

So, right now, I felt the same energy radiating from him, the same darkness radiating from him. It felt like a freaking blow torch.

"I told you to not walk until your feet are healed, so get back to bed before you hurt yourself even more, or goddess helps me I will tie you to this bed."

When he said that a small part of me that I was sure died a long time ago lifted its fiery head.

For some freaky reason, my body liked the idea of him binding me to the bed, and for a good few seconds, I considered getting up to just piss him off.

But I pushed those thoughts away, we are too far gone. I can't let myself get involved with him again. Goddess knows what will happen ... if our first time together is any indication, I might end up killing him.

No.

I can't let things get that far.

So, not wanting to raise any unnecessary tensions that would lead to intimate situations, I scooted back to bed.

His eyes were concentrated on my face while he slowly walked into the room.

"Good girl."

Shit...

Why did he have to say that?

Why did my body have to react like this? Why do those two words still have to have the same effect they had on me all those years ago? Back then he used to abuse them so much, knowing full well what effect it had on me. With those two little words, he used to drive me crazy, teasing me to the point where I would go almost feral for him and then he would pretend that nothing happened.

This man had complete control over me with only two words and I guess not much has changed in all that time.

Fuck.

He must have noticed my reaction because, with a little smirk on his face, he sank onto the bed next to me.

"Good to see that not only your love for food stayed the same."

My cheeks went bright red as I looked down at the sheets, refusing to meet his eyes. I was just as embarrassed by my reaction to him as I was back then.

Without saying anything else, he slowly lifted one of my feet.

Instinctively, I tried to kick his hand away, but he released a low growl, freezing me in place.

"I need to check if it's healing okay, calm down."

Not feeling comfortable with him being so close to me, touching me, I really wanted to leave, but he had control and I wouldn't make it out of the room even if I tried to run.

He wouldn't even need to use physical force and we both know it.

One growl and I would be on the floor frozen.

So I gripped my palms into tight fists and bit down on my teeth as hard as I could, hoping that it would be enough not to show any reaction, making this even worse than it already is.

But it was all for nothing.

The moment his fingers touched my naked foot, I lost my cool.

I inhaled sharply and he noticed it right away.

The smirk on his face got even wider as he slowly untied the bandage from my foot and every time, accidentally or not, he touched me, I would take a deep breath in. It was so obvious that his skin-to-skin contact had an effect on me that I was really considering kicking him in the face and running, knowing full well that I would end up face-down on the floor a few seconds later with him on top of me... maybe that was why I was considering it.

NO!

Keep your cool.

You know what happened last time when we went in that direction.

My eyes stopped on his neck, where the scar of my bite was still clearly visible for the whole world to see.

It covered most of his neck and looked like something out of a horror movie.

All female wolves leave a tiny delicate scar on their mate's neck... but the one I left on Daniel's neck was the size of a wild beast's attack...

Probably because it was the size of a rogue wolf's bite.

The memory of that night... of all the blood... the sickening shame I felt.. and that shame cooled my libido.

Not only that, but it made me remember why I left in the first place, and why I need to leave again as soon as possible, before I forget again and get dragged into the dream of a happily ever after... just as I did before.

Daniel finally unwrapped my foot and now stared at it with a sad look on his face.

"It's healing, but it still needs a few hours. The cuts are very deep and your body is too malnourished to heal at its normal speed."

I could hear him talking but all of my attention was concentrated on the scar on his neck.

Truth to be told, I didn't give a s**t about the cuts on my feet. All I could think about right now was how I would get away from here the first moment I get.

I guess he noticed me not reacting to him speaking at all because he looked up and saw me staring at his neck.

To my surprise, his cheeks went pink as he slowly traced the mark with his fingers.

I am not sure how, but the moment he traced the rough skin of the scar I felt his touch on my own neck, on the mark he left there that night.

What the f**k?