-I’m not a prisoner ! I growl, unable to control myself.
He stands when I sway slightly. His hands reach out and take hold of my waist to steady me. The moment his skin touches mine, shivers roll through my body. I groan from the sensation and fall back into him.
It’s overwhelming. The heat from his hands stirs something deep inside of me. Especially when I hear him breathing quickly into my ear. Like he’s affected, too.
Oh god, I breathe out and step away from him when the feelings become too much. I turn to see him swallowing nervously, his eyes dark and wanting.
I’m hungry, I mumble in an attempt to break whatever just happened between us.
He nods, looking shocked himself. His cheeks are flushed, which is unlike him. He’s usually cool and calm.
Yeah, me too…
I don’t think he’s talking about food, and for a moment, I don’t think I am either. I shake my head. No, we are talking about food. Even though whatever just happened between us was intense. It’s like his touch is all new again, only this time more, somehow…
Food, I say quickly and Colton nods. I want to see if I can keep something down.
Do you want to get dressed first ? he asks, looking down at his t-shirt I’m wearing.
I frown because I know I don’t have clothes here. If you’re suggesting I wear her clothes, you’re going to regret it.
Some members of my pack are downstairs. I really don’t want them seeing you in your underwear, he argues, his tone deadly serious.
I narrow my eyes. I am not wearing her clothes, Colton.
I’m not saying wear her clothes, you can wear mine.
Your clothes don’t fit, and honestly right now, I wouldn’t give a damn if the queen sees me in my underwear. I pull my wrist from his grip and storm over to the door. I know I’m being unreasonable, but I don’t want to wear her clothes.
I go to put my hand on the handle to open when my arm is caught and Colton pulls me back. I flip back into his chest, and without expecting it, one of his hands grab my neck and he kisses me.
I go weak in the knees and my stomach somersaults. I’m having that feeling all over again ; the scary addicting feeling.
But I realise what’s going on and my eyes fly open. I growl into his mouth and push myself away from him. I stumble back and breathe heavily through my nose.
Then, I take a step forward and slap him in the chest.
Don’t you dare, my voice quiveres, unable to help the sudden wave of hurt and fury of what he’s just done. Don’t you dare kiss me and think it will control me. Who the hell do you think you are ?
I thump my fists on his chest and he lets me. He just stands and looks down at me with hard eyes. I hate that he isn’t doing anything. I push him in his chest and he stumbles back a little, his back hitting the bed frame.
Angry tears splash down my face. I feel as if everybody is laughing at me. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be a werewolf, and I can’t help but blame some parts of it on Colton.
I turn and run over to the picture frame of Colton and Jenny. I pick it up in disgust and fire it at him. He catches it before it hits him in the face.
I yell out and start knocking things off her dressing table. Her perfume bottles and expensive makeup, creams and jewellery hit the wall, breaking and smashing.
Hearing the sounds of destruction is like music to my ears and all of a sudden I can’t stop. It’s like my body just flipped an insanity switch and I need to destroy everything.
I grab hold of the dressing table. It feels light as I throe it against the wall, feeling victorious as I watch it break into pieces.
I flip around and go for her stupid chest of drawers with her disgusting underwear inside. Underwear she brought for Colton. Underwear he probably liked once upon a time.
Sickness encases me as I started tugging the drawers and throwing them at the wall. Underwear flies everywhere like confetti, littering his room, but I don’t care for the mess.
I completely trash a room that isn’t truly his, but a lie he had with Jenny. I shamefully enjoy every minute of destroying her things because this is what she made me. This is what she did and I can’t wait until it’s her face.
I destroy the bed, the wardrobe and things she picked out. Colton doesn’t once stop me. He doesn’t even move as I rip pillows apart and cover the room in feathers. When I destroy expensive art decor and smash an expensive crystal lamp.
It’s fake. Everything is fake.
And as I continue wrecking the room, my anger is fuelled of thoughts about what she said about Colton. That she maybe got parts of him that he’s hiding from me.
I wipe my tears from my fave angrily and storm over to the bedroom door. When I open it, Toby jumps back and stumbles out of my way, but he looks so worried.
I push past him and storm downstairs, not looking back or caring of who is following. I can’t stop. I want to stop but it’s like my body can’t. I tear through the house like a tornado, destroying everything in my path, my own strength terrifying me. I break heavy furniture effortlessly. Expensive things I know must have cost a fortune.
Just as I demolish the kitchen table, I collapse onto the floor in a heap and burst into tears. I cover my face with my hands, my body shaking from my sobs. A sharp pain through my bitten shoulder reminds me that I shouldn’t have done that.
Leave ! I hear Colton growl out to my audience, which I’m assuming are his pack members. Their faces were just blurs through my fit of rage.
I’m sure Colton was watching everything I was doing, probably feeling everything that I just felt.
I look up briefly to see the men that were in the kitchen walk out without disobeying him. Colton slams the kitchen door shut behind him, leaving us alone.
Don’t, I whisper when he looks at me and I can see anger behind his eyes. Why would you want me. I’m no good to you.
Who am I anymore ?
I want to be his everything and instead I feel inadequate and weak. What if I’m a bad werewolf. What if I can’t cope with it ? I can’t now.
I wince when Colton kneels down beside me and he reaches out. I cringe away from him, shaking my head.
Layla-
-Tell me the truth. Did you do the rough sex thing with her and leave bruises on her. Was I just someone for your boredom, a secret fling ? Tell me, please.
Colton’s eyes widen. Is that what she said to you ?