“But, I. You, this was your fault. I didn’t kiss you.”
How could a male make a scowl look sinful? How did that scowl ignite that damn flame in me, the one burning so hot I was about ready to beg him to take me as anything he wanted.
“You didn’t kiss me? Are you certain?” he asked.
My mouth opened and closed. I was at a loss of words and a loss of what I wanted. I wanted to run, but maybe now I’d found a reason to stay? Was I willing to remain a prisoner?
He grunted and then without a glance back, he turned around and left leaving me breathless and confused as hell.
Everyone lies. Everyone does what they need to. But why would he kiss me? What would he gain? My trust? It would take more than a kiss. And why would it matter anyway? I’d proven that around him my body was more than happy to comply. Why would it matter to him?
And, my wolf? She was gone again, hiding deep inside me. If I screamed it wouldn’t do me any good, but I really wanted to.
Because I was alone, confused, and broken? Unwanted?
I’d been wanted twice in my life. My mother had wanted me, I think? She’d died when I was so young. What did it matter? And then there was that one time I met him. The boy in the forest. I shouldn’t have been out there but something made me. The pull to someone to run too. And for a few short hours I’d felt wanted. I’d clung to that feeling all these years and now?
“You’re an asshole,” I screamed after him.
The door shut with a click before I’d found my voice so I doubted he’d heard me. I stomped towards the door and pounded it once with my fist before I leaned my forehead against the wood. I didn’t believe in pity or crying, but right now? I hit the door again and I couldn’t even explain why.
“You’re an asshole,” I whispered, more mad at not understanding what was happening to me.
He probably heard me because his wolf wasn’t sick and hiding. I’d revel in the idea he’d heard me call him useless names. I’d prefer he’d think I hated him. A man that good looking didn’t need to know how much of an affect he’d had on my body.
My wolf stirred only moments ago, but the second he stopped kissing me the strange tingles were fleeting and I was alone. Both in my soul and physically.
I sniffled.
“Damnit.” No one was here to listen and that was for the best.
I swiped at the tear trying to roll down my cheek and tried to calm myself. I would be fine. I was always fine.
I glanced back at the door and wondered where Colton had gone? Devon thought he could control everything and it made me angrier and angrier. Colton was more controlled. He seemed nice and at least he hadn’t kissed me and tried to confuse me.
“You think you can control me you asshole?” I grabbed the doorknob to rip open the door. The hall was empty. Fine. Devon was gone and Colton wasn’t anywhere near to hear me, but I still needed to get it all out.
I paced around the room and stopped to realize that this was the nicest place I’d ever been in.
I paced over the wood floor and ran my toes through the rug. Too bad this hadn’t been my prison over the years. I couldn’t fault my father for everything in this life. He had a pack to worry about and they were not only small they were poor. So many packs were.
Bad alphas had a tendency to ruin things. And then there were the bigger alphas. Not like this one, but still big enough to enact the trades and profit from them. It was weird but it almost seemed like this pack had no idea that the trades were still operating. I wasn’t sure they’d ever stopped. Then again, I wasn’t sure about much since my comfort was in the form of a basement room shared with one or two other girls at times.
My lips still tingled and I found myself tracing them. The way he kissed, maybe I’d misjudged the job of being a breeder? Was it really all that bad? But, then again. They said, or rather Colton, said they preferred willing mates. Then why did Devon kiss me? Willing I was, but a mate?
I stopped wandering as someone knocked on the door.
I looked up but didn’t move and then something wet had me looking at my hand.
“Shit,” I said to myself as I watched blood well up where I’d picked at the skin around my cuticles absently.
The door opened and in peeked Colton, his nose flaring.
“Miss? Kiara? Are you okay?”
The voice was familiar, but it wasn’t who I’d hoped for. I sucked on my finger and paced a little more.
“Yeah. Sorry. Just a cut.”