*Danika*
“What the fuck are you doing here!” the voice of the Alpha King went up into the air, his signature scowl plastered on his facade as his brows pulled up, giving him a very menacing stance.
“We…. were talking,” provided Lance hesitantly, who not so long ago came to check on me.
“Talking? About what exactly?” He narrowed his eyes, his wavy hair falling all over his face and making me want to tuck it away. I fisted my hungry fingers before it acted of its will. Damn the cursed bond. It makes you do obscene things and only leaves you after you have probably made a huge mess.
“I’m sorry, I will be on my way,” Lance said, his hand leaving my waist. I noticed how the Alpha King’s eyes grew narrower, as they trailed the hands of Lance leaving me. Why is he that angry? Lance only held unto me when the Alpha fell in. It was more like an aid, without which both of us (I and the Alpha) would have toppled to the ground.
“Better, Lance,” he grounded out, his eyes spitting fire. “And make sure you pay more attention to what brought us here, not to some damsel apparently seeking attention.” I cringed as he snagged the words. I knew I was the damsel. However, I loathed the way he made it look like I was a hapless doll that couldn’t stand on its feet without an aid.
“Close the fucken door,” he instructed, trudging deeper into the room. I was scared of being alone with him. He could do anything to hurt me. He doesn’t like me, so why would he come to my room in the first place?
What was he even doing on my door when I opened it? Is he unhealthy in the head?
“Are you going to sit down or stand there all day stuttering on your feet like some stupid boneless twat,” he spat out.
The tears came before I could hold them in. I dashed to the seat close to the mantelpiece and sat down, my hands intertwined on my laps as my eyes wedged on them.
“Danika…” he dragged my name, and like an idiot, my body responded to the seductive carriage of the name on his lip, wishing for things unimaginable those enticing pink lips could do to me.
Focus Danika! He is obviously here to pour another round of his grime words at you, and here you are falling for it.
“I told you never to look away from me when I talk to you, Danika. What do I need to do to you to prove to you never to disobey me?!” His voice was so hoarse and soft as he spewed the words, yet, the presence of the sordidness contained, couldn’t be missed.
“I’m sorry,” I mewled out, raising my teary eyes to meet his.
His eyes were stone dark like he was going through something. Is this all anger or is there something else missed in those eyes? Why were they twitching? Is this what they called lust?
He seems to be struggling with either bashing me or… doing something else. Why is that? And why is my body expecting him to do something? Grandma told me I will feel something awkward when I’m with my mate. Perhaps this was what she meant. Urgh! Truly traumatizing when he is so close and yet… so far.
The room was becoming too hot. My eyes were faltering from regarding him as my body was trembling. The room’s quiet semblance has been replaced with his dominance and dark aura.
Then as if recovering from whatever had him in chains, he shook his head and stood from my bed abruptly, going to the window that overlooked the pool.
“So you have resulted into trying to seduce my Beta, into being by your side, hmm?” he threw the question harshly at me, the corners of his lips craning upwards as he said that.
His unbuttoned shirt left his tanned chest peeking through, combined with his hair that was tousled like he raked his hands through them-the medley was a complete brain distorter.
I cleared my throat to empty the quirkiness I felt from his rash statement, as well as quell the feeling in the pit of my stomach arising from his nearness.
“Talk to me, Danika, or do I speak untruth?”
“I will never do that,” were the only terms I could assert.
“Then what was he doing in your room? Why do you laugh so hard when he cracks his unfunny jokes? Why are you always trailing after him like some harpy dog?”
My eyes quivered in consternation. So he was watching? He noticed. But why is he concerned? He said I and Lance are to play pretend and yet he stands here still nagging about it?
Truly degenerate.
“Danika…”
“I will never cheat on you!” I rushed out the words and vastly regret it. Now he would think I was a sloppy leech. He doesn’t want me and here I sit still proclaiming faithfulness to him. What an irritating image to present.
His face distorted and to my shame, he broke out laughing. Like, he laughed at me. Why did I have to say that of all things? Because each time he is close, I lose the direction of my tongue or my common sense.
I inwardly palmed my head. My hand found my hair unconsciously as I waited for him to fling me another scornful word. If he is kind enough, he won’t call me an absurd sloppy weak fool.
“You are fucked up.” He pointed at me, at the same time aiming his way to the door. My eyes never floundered. They followed him until the door snapped open and he stormed out just the way he fell in.
That was only when I was able to release the strangled breath I have been holding in. “Dear, goddess. This is crazy.” I raked my fingers through my red tresses backwardly, returning it in every direction, giving me a mad hound look-that was exactly how I felt inside.
I needed a stroll. If I stay inside past one minute, I swear I will lose my mind. Imagine him saying I’m fucked up. Hell, he is a true picture of that accusation.
I soon found my legs moving toward the pool direction. I had seen some girls earlier in the pool when I had looked out before Lance came. I just hope they have disappeared. I don’t need any company in my state.
Reaching the entrance to the poolside, I was lucky to find it empty. I slowed my movement. My hands went behind me, my step falling into a strut. What am I going to do? I have to do something to help myself. If he resents me so much, it means when we get to his pack he would make my life miserable. I can’t allow another misery in my life. I have to think hard about what I am going to do.
If he thinks he would take me to his pack and keep me as his strengthener, then I will make sure that doesn’t happen.
But how? I haven’t even seen my wolf, not to mention being able to control my powers. If I decide to escape and become a rogue, and other prowlers caught me, I will be meatloaf. Wolves like me are hunted on a daily basis since we are seen as pro-lifers. So between my kind and humans, I am still not safe.
This only means that until I discover my wolf and can control my powers, I have no choice but to remain with him.
By now I was at the edge of the pool, my eyes pinned to the depth as my mind resumed rummaging.
“Gotcha!”
“Arh!” I screamed and jolted away. I missed a step and boom I went plummeting into the blue pool, my arms flailing widely above me. The collision of my body with the water was the only sound I heard as I sunk deeper, still fighting to catch my breath-fear imminent on my senses.
“Danika!” came a voice from a distance. I wasn’t paying attention, only fighting for my life.
A pair of hands found me and yanked me up to his hard chest as I let out a spree of coughs. My lungs were relapsing, my breath becoming more labored.
“Look at me, Danika. I’m sorry.” I tried to open my eyes, and met the brightest blue eyes ever. Am I dreaming? Is the Alpha this concerned for me? My fingers went up and cupped his cheek, as my face stretched in a gleeful smile. I won’t mind somersaulting one million times into a pool if it would have him worry over me like he is now.
“Danika, can you see me?” He flickered two fingers on my face.
“Y.. ye. yea,” I mumbled out, my eyes coming to be blurry. Everything was dissipating, leaving only sounds. Yet, I struggled to stay awake.
I hate being in water. It traumatized me and makes me feel subdued. I witnessed how water can be unkind after my former pack member was found dead at the pack’s stream. From that day, I told myself I was never learning how to swim-not like I had the opportunity though.
“What the fuck is going on here, Lancelot?” the booming voice of an angry oaf assaulted my dwindling senses.
Wait. What is truly going on? I thought… I thought…
My eyes flew wide open to realize, to my uttermost shock, that it was indeed Lance whose body I’ve been reclining on daydreaming and not my dear mate. What in fuck’s name is wrong with me?!
“Lance?” I whimpered, scrambling energetically away from him, my eyes meeting the burning glare of the bane of my recent life.
Oh, no.
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