The Blood Lord: Chasing My Abused Mate

Twenty Three

Kimberly

My feet halted midway as I heard what he said.

Stay there with him? What was that supposed to mean? Why would Kendrick ask me to stay in his room with him? What was he planning to do with me?

My mind replayed all he did to me in the past few hours, and my heart raced in my chest.

Could it be that he was planning on doing more of that....?

No. He mustn't!

I still haven't recovered from the s****l torture. I can't let him do that again, yet I couldn't dare to stop him. I could only pray against it.

"Stay here?" I voiced my thoughts.

"You don't want to?" He queried as he took a seat.

His shirt was left loose with some of the buttons undone. His brows furrowed as he lit another cigarette.

"No...." I waved my hands in denial. "I was just wondering if....."

"It's fine," he sent the smoke in his mouth into the air. "You're my mate, my wife...." He shrugged. "So, it's natural."

Really?

Did Kendrick just acknowledge me as his mate? He even said that I was his wife? Really? All these just because his family was visiting?

He even thought it was natural for us to be together as a couple. Yet he never acted so. Why now?

"I...uhm..."

I didn't know what to say. Objecting might annoy him and accepting would mean more s****l torture.

"Do you object?" He voiced in a low voice that seemed to hide several meaning to it.

"No, I don't. I just....."

"Then, speak no further," he took another puff of his cigarette. "I'll ask Linda to get your things over."

I gulped and could only reply with a nod. Kendrick was about to ask Linda to transfer my things to his room was that something to be happy about?

I stood like a statue and watched him click the button on his watch as usual and Linda and Mr. Simpson arrived instantly.

I watched him instruct them on what to do, but I could barely hear what he was saying as I was lost in thoughts on what was to become of my life as soon as I progress to sharing a room with Kendrick.

Was this a sign that my end was near?

No. I shook my head inwardly. He wouldn't kill me just yet. After all, he needed me to act before his parents.

But then, what happens afterwards?

How do I escape after his family leaves? Is there even a way to escape in Kendrick's Manor?

The pack was well guarded and Kendrick's Manor has the most security. The place had both electrical and werewolves securing it, whereby making it impossible to escape.

What happens when Kendrick was done with me?

Even though I knew that I had to leave the place before Kendrick no longer had a use for me, I knew no way to escape.

How much longer will he keep me alive before he do to me what he does to the others?

Those questions along with many others flooded my mind. I had no answer to them. I could only hope that he doesn't kill me.

"Something wrong?" I heard a husky voice whisper into my ears, calling me out of my thoughts.

His arms wrapped around my waist and his face rested on my shoulder as he spoke. My nose were invaded by the strong smell of tobacco as he spoke.

"No," I shook my head and immediately tried to wriggle out of his hold.

His hold around my waist tightened as he held me in place, making sure I couldn't leave his arms.

I didn't even realize that he's had himself wrapped around me until I found myself unable to move.

"Relax Kim, I won't kill you."

My head whipped and turned to look at him. Did he really just say that?

Could it be that he could hear my thoughts? Or did I speak out my thoughts?

No.

I was sure that I didn't speak out my thoughts. Then, how did Kendrick figure out what I was thinking?

"You don't have to be afraid," he added as if he could read me.

I pursed my lips and blinked as I tried to digest his words.

If he really doesn't intend to kill me then what does he plan to do with me? It couldn't possibly be because he sees me as his wife and mate because as much as I knew Kendrick he doesn't give a s**t about the relationship we shared.

He might have said those words just to get me excited and willing. I knew it was all because of the facade he wanted me to put up.

However, despite all he said I couldn't stop thinking of what he said. "I won't kill you."

Does he mean that? Until when will that privilege last? And how do I survive this cruel place? How do I survive Kendrick's cruelty?

My heart raced just at the thought. There was nothing I could do but to succumb to fate and live the life that has been chosen for me.

Tears welled up in my face as I remembered the life I had envisioned for myself. The dreams I weaved and the future I had seen for myself. This was nothing like the life I wanted for myself.

Kendrick was nothing like the mate I had prayed for. How did my life take such a sudden turn?

How did I find myself living the opposite of the life I wanted?

"If there's anything you need," his warm breath caressed my neck, sending a strange sensation through me. "Do not hesitate to ask.... Me."

My eyes widened at his words. Ask him if I need anything?

Should I ask for my freedom? There was nothing I wanted more than that. However, I knew that I would only ask for trouble if I asked that, so I nodded in understanding.

He kissed my neck and suckled on it for a while before releasing his hold on me. "Go ahead," he tossed me lightly. "Get some rest, it's a long day tomorrow."