“Where are we going?” I mustered up a little courage to ask.
Silence.
"Where are you taking me?”
Silence.
I said nothing more, my brain taking the hint that he's not gonna talk or answer my questions.
I looked around as we headed down, then up and then down once more, making confusing turns. Wherever we were headed to was in the deepest end of this place with our footsteps echoing around the concrete walls. My thoughts wandered for a moment. Could it be that this mysterious man is trying to help me escape?
'He's no mysterious man. He is our Mate!' Katrina corrected. 'And why would our mate just let us go now that he's found us?'
'Because he doesn't want us?' I inwardly mentioned.
He abruptly stopped, causing me to bump into him unintentionally.
'Uhhh. Sorry'
He keyed open the huge metal door and pushed it open.. My stomach tightened.
'W.. where is this p.. place? Am I about to be locked in here too?' My eyes darted around in displeasure.
He kept mute, pushed me into the room and came in behind me. The room was huge, way bigger than the one I was thrown in. Its walls were painted in pure black and the tiles, the same color too. And as huge as the room was, only one item laid in its center. A chair... It had lots of shackles and ropes attached to the feet and armrests.
Then, it clicked. I walked backwards, towards the entrance, a perfect means to escape roaming my mind.
'No... No. Please..' My mind raced and sheer terror consumed me.. I desperately want to believe he would not do this to me... For the fact that I am his mate... He wouldn't hurt me.
He raised me onto his shoulders,. forcefully. My little fist throws didn't leave an effect on him.. Of course, he's way bigger... Stronger.
He positioned me on the chair, used the restraints on me but was careful enough not to make them too tight.
'Why are you doing this? I did nothing wrong!'.
His grey eyes flicked concern for a second and his thumb Slowly caressed my cheeks. The physical contact made my nerves relax a little.
'Relaxx. A little interrogation and we're done here.'.
My ears tingled at how he sounded.. Gentle, yet Authoritative.
His soothing words made me want to trust him and believe he's not going to actually hurt me but then again, if it's an interrogation, isn't this place to serious for one to take place?. As if he just read my thoughts, he responded.
'This is not a question - answer kind of interrogation. It's a different method of getting to know everything I need to'.
My heart skipped a bit.. My lips parted to say something only to press itself together after he placed both hands on either side of my head. I felt dizzy all of a sudden, my breath came in short rasps. I could feel it.. the way he broke through my walls to invade my thoughts... My memories.. I squirmed in my seat, endeavored to fight it.. make it stop. Again, it was all to no avail...
Through my dilated pupils, I could see his facial features range from worry to sadness, frustration then anger. Everything has been laid bare to him and he has coercively witnessed all of my vulnerable moments. I couldn't be more offended.. Angry.
'You are a Lycan, yet, you're helplessly weak?' he spat out.
My anger morphed into tiredness and I started to feel lightheaded. His hands left my head to undo the shackles on my feet and arms. I sensed his hands wrapped around me when he proceeded to carry me on his shoulders.. The warmth made me relax more into his embrace till I slid into a subconscious state.
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My body was in ache as usual when I woke up except I felt much more comfortable. My back laid against a softer surface rather than a hard, cold ground and my body tucked in thick duvet that produced enough heat. I rolled lazily, enjoying the comfort I felt. A familiar touch trailed my bare neck skin. A warm shiver travelled down my spine at the contact. I snapped, flared my eyes open and jerked to a sitting position. I found myself in an unfamiliar room, luxurious and expensive a taste. It was larger, warm and cozy. Too much a fine room to be assigned a prisoner in the pack.
'You awake..' a deep, husky voice uttered.
I turned to the direction of the voice. There, I met him. Sitting comfortably on the bed too, back leaned against its frame. My breath hitched as I scrutinized his appearance closely, carefully.. He had grey eyes, brown long hair that was packed into a loose bun. A long scar ran across his left brows down to the upper part of his cheek bones. It was a horizontal line. It was a scar I wasn't able to notice before.. That however, doesn't change the fact that this hot guy is strikingly handsome with a rare kind of elegance. I blinked away.
Wait what??? He's been here the whole time I was asleep?
Our eyes locked for a moment. His grey eyes peered into mine searchingly. I suddenly recalled moments before I slipped into slumber, my brows furrowed and annoyance enveloped me..
'I had to do it to be sure you weren't sent by some enemies to kill me or act as a spy' he folded his arms on his chest and retorted. Like he knew what went through my mind that instant.
'You promised not to hurt me..'.
He shrugged. 'I didn't.'
I scrambled to my feet. 'Now that you've made your confirmation, let me go'.
Katrina growled in protest. 'Go where? He's our mate. We belong wherever he is' she scoffed.
I let her voice drown deep from my head. This isn't the time to deal with her nagging when I've got more issues to address.
'Go where?' he demanded.
'Wherever I want. I do not belong here!' I fired.
His face hardened at my statement and every hint of amusement he had on previously disappeared without a trace. 'You belong Here, Rayna. You belong to Me!' He scowled possessively...