She smiled, and it took her looks from beautiful to a goddess.
CHAPTER6
Kiara
He stoodthere in all his glory. I really wanted to see what his wolf looked like to get the full picture of this male.
The thoughts in my head, although clearing of the wolfsbane, still couldn’t put the full picture together. Why exactly was this guy not making me nauseous and freaked out? Nervous? Sure. Freaked that he might just want me for a breeder? That idea crossed my mind, but the paralyzing fear never quite reached a full-blown panic attack. But what I wanted to know was why was there the strange curiosity or the tingle of something else trying to override everything logical?
I really couldn’t do this. Not without my wolf and yet she was still MIA. I hated this. I hated that everyone else had always taken my choices away. This one was the worst. She was taken away, and I knew it wasn’t the fault of the male standing in front of me.
“Where have you been?” he asked.
I stared at him. “Been?” I gestured to the white walls and the bed.
“Here. I swear I haven’t tried to run.”
I’d thought about it of course.
He glared.
“Don’t toy with me. You’re timing and disappearing act fucked up everything.”
I wrinkled my nose.
“Excuse me? How did I fuck everything up by getting kidnapped? Who are you even, besides rude? You’re just Mr. Big-bad-and-rude.”
I tried to sit up, but my body fought me every step of this healing process without my wolf. The sheet slipped and a tempting breeze of the open window flitted over my bare skin. I grabbed for the blanket, but it caught on something, more like the guy’s hand was leaning on my damn bed.
I swear I saw every rise and fall of his chest like he’d been running, but that wasn’t logical for a wolf. Something else was happening inside that beautiful head of his. I should have been mad at myself for that last thought.
With every passing hour the poison they’d injected me with seemed to lose its hold over another part of me. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been here, but still I could feel the real me inside and I wanted to let her out. Years of being repressed and told how to behave had taken more of a toll on me than even these stupid drugs.
I smirked as his eyes flitted over every inch of me as if he couldn’t figure out where to land his attention.
“You’re leaning on my sheet.”
He didn’t move, so I did nothing to try to fix the sheet. I could be meek like I was supposed to be, but something here told me I wasn’t going to get beaten just because someone turned their eyes to me. Smiling at the right male always got me at least a few scraps of food. What would it get me here?
I swallowed as the ideas floated back into my head. What if he wanted me for a breeder? My body seemed to not hate this idea as I dragged my eyes over every inch of him. I was doomed, and I almost didn’t hate it.
The sheet shifted again and I noticed his fingers twisting into the fabric. Was he nervous?
“I’m talking to you. Where have you been? Did someone take you? You said kidnapped. Your father said you were killed,” he said.
“I don’t know what you’re asking. Killed? My father traded me for the pack’s safety. What are you talking about?”
The bed creaked as I shifted and accidentally flashed him a better view. Starved or not I was still built to have curves. I had hips and big boobs regardless of what the packs wanted in a slave. My mother, rest her soul, had been beautiful. I still wondered if that was what had made my father trade me? I reminded him of her? I wanted to validate how anyone could just give up their child.
The confidence wavered inside me. I thought I’d grown out of the sadness that had consumed my every waking moment as a child. My father hadn’t seen me in years. But, I still wanted to know. Did he trade me because I reminded him of his lost luna?
My captor or rescuer, the jury was still out, moved, and it wasn’t his size that drew me to him as he moved through the room. It was his energy. The less I was drugged the more my senses came back and power radiated off of this male. The more the wolfsbane left me the more I felt it. Even my wolf stirred and it gave me a sense of peace.
I would feel whole soon.
“Who are you?” I asked again.
“Who am I? You don’t remember?”