Taming little wolf
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*DAMON*
The little wolf hung her head against the carriage even as it galloped along the unsteady path. For someone so defiant at the beginning, it was quite surprising to see her fall asleep so easily.
Rosaline— was it? Yet, there was nothing rosy about her wild behavior. It was almost difficult to register that she was a Trueblood. I glanced at my hand and the red patches inflicted by her fragile bite.
I needed a way to tame this one. She'd listen. She had to.
Her presence made me wonder, though, why were her parents so easy to let go of her? She wasn't the first, nor was she the second woman I'd owned, and I'd witnessed sad, piteous departures that I found rather irritating.
But this particular one was the easiest I'd ever obtained. They let her go too easily, and it made me think she had a defect I didn't know about. But I'd find out tonight.
The sun was done, and it shone over the horizon. We were getting closer and closer to the park, and so did my urge to violate her. For some reason, I couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling that lingered in my chest, perhaps from the mate's bond with her wolf.
I craved to own her, especially as I was aware of the fact that she'd never been touched by a man. Rosaline was all mine, and it might be worth her time if she dropped her little act of rebellion.
A small moment passed, and we finally arrived at my mansion, where I was welcomed by the beta and some of the guards.
"Wake up," I said sternly, leaning slightly close to her ears. It came out way harsher than I wanted it to, but it was perfect.
If she wanted to be wild, she should be treated like one. Rosaline tensed up, and her big brown eyes fluttered open as she looked out.
I could see the reflection of the sun in them before she swayed her head in my direction, and the light in her eyes died. I read the fear in them and watched as she backed away farther into her seat, almost as though she was sinking.
"We're here," I said again, not planning to repeat myself. I'd pull her by her hair if she as much as defied me.
Her eyes grew unbelievably wide as she looked out the small window, surveying the building before her. A broken sigh slipped from her lips. There was a hint of childishness in the way she stared.
Like she hadn't been out all her life, meanwhile, I was running out of patience and fast. I grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the carriage, earning a yelp from her thin lips.
"You brute!" She yelled on impulse, wincing as she tried to pull away from me. I tightened my fist. My temper was thinner than a strand of hair.
A muscle in my jaw ticked as I turned to her, gritting my teeth. "What did you say to me?"
Rosaline stepped back, her face flushed red as she seemed to grow smaller. The fear was eating her up, just as it should.
"N-nothing," She stuttered, teary-eyed. Pathetic, I scoffed.
I wanted a bride, something to procreate. Not a toy or a child that I had to nurse. She glued her eyes to the ground as I pulled her towards the entrance.
"Welcome, Alpha Damon," One of the guards greeted us as we walked to the door. I responded with a nod, sauntering through the path with Rosaline, trying to keep up with my pace.
I got to where my beta stood and asked the one question that had been lingering on my mind. "Has everything been under control since I left?"
"Yes, Alpha Damon," Nikolai responded hastily as he walked with me. "Everything is under control."
I nodded again, and he immediately understood that I wanted to be left alone. He bowed slowly before disappearing out of sight.
Tightening my grip around Rosaline's wrist, I continued to pull her towards the room I'd prepared for her. She didn't protest, neither did she try to pull anything funny.
It seemed the pet was beginning to understand what kind of life awaited her. Our footsteps echoed towards the corridor till we finally arrived before the door.
Rosaline stared expressionlessly at it, but the corners of her lips quivered. She was surprised, and it was almost impossible not to be. The room was wide and I had it decorated by the best.
At the corner of the room was a bed enough for two and a red covering draped over it.
She could only give me what I wanted if she was comfortable.
"Your room," my voice broke through the tense silence. "This is where you'd stay, and I'll be with you when I need you."
"When you need me?" Rosaline echoed, although she was now prancing the room. There's a scowling expression sitting on her pale face. "What the hell does that even mean? D-do I just sit here and wait for you to 'need' me?"
"Yes."
"You're crazy!" She yelled angrily, her pink lips emphasizing the words. "YOU ARE CRAZY!"
I shook my head, clicking my tongue as I felt my patience thin by the second. Her smart mouth infuriated me more than anything else. I felt a tic in my senses— the kind I always felt before things went red and I lost control.
I pulled towards her, taking slow steps forward and watching the lingering shock on her face. I eyed her, my eyes racking over her tiny frame.
Rosaline stepped away from me, wincing until she was backed up against the wall, and the room fell into a tense silence, the kind that pricked one's skin.
The tension thickened when I pushed my chest against her and pressed tighter.
"W-what are you doing?" She croaked, looking away from me. "...too close."
"Strip," I commanded, and her head shot upwards, those brown eyes locked on mine. A genial smile grew on my lips. It developed into a full-blown grin when my heart began to race.
"STRIP," I repeated, a hint of subtlety in my tone, and my hands trailed her neckline. She squirted under my touch, a low whimper escaping her lips.
Good girl.
It was only customary that I checked if she was intact.
I wanted to see her in her bare form. I almost chuckled at the sight of it. A term people might call crazy but damn! The shock on her face made my blood boil.
"I- can't…" She answered, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
I crouched down to her level. My head tilted in her direction. The stare was intense. I'd seen women before, but none of them burned me on my tongue as she did.
"Do I have to repeat myself, Rosaline?"
The question had barely left my tongue when an object came in harsh contact with my face with a loud bang. The sharp sting caused me to stagger away from her.
"You sicko! Get away from me!" Her scream followed, piercing into my ears, and before I could regain my balance, the little wolf stormed out the door, holding the hem of her dress as she ran.
I looked at the silver candle holder that she hit me with, clattering against the tiled floor. I growled in annoyance, my voice creating a ripple in the room's atmosphere. My heart beat like a band of drums, and the room seemed to darken a little more.
I could feel the rage crawl up my skin, threatening to take over.
"COME HERE!!" I growled as I went after her. She'd barely made it past the door when I caught her by her hair and grounded her in place.
"Please…I'm sorry," She pleaded. "I- I didn't-"
I wiped my bleeding chin with one hand and whispered in her ears. "The dungeon would be a good place for you tonight."
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