Althea blinked, a flash of light blinding her. As she looks around the room, her eyes quickly focus and she notices a white ceiling that is not the one from her and Anthony's cabin. "No... no, this is Allan's apartment," she screamed. "How the f*ck did I get here? I was just with Anthony!" she exclaimed in panic.
"Will you shut up, I've got neighbors, you know," said a man's voice. When she turns to face the door, she sees a shirtless Allan. She sighs and shakes her head. "F*ck! I'm just dreaming," she slapped herself, letting out another scream.
A groan is heard before a hand is slapped over her mouth, muffled by her screams. "Shut up or you know what happens! You are not dreaming, you're really with me," he growls. She nodded, closing her mouth, forgetting that he was willing to kill people if she didn't listen. A better word would be obeyed.
He removes his hand from her mouth and sits at the foot of the bed. "Now, here are my rules," he says, staring her down. She looks away, nodding, as she is uneasy. She just has to deal with it for the time being, hopefully not for long.
"Rule one, never disobey me. Rule two, don't leave this apartment without me. I'm not the only real monster in town. Rule number three, never answer the door. Rule number four, never talk to any man. Always remember that you are mine." She pauses for a moment before stuttering, "H-How did I get here?" her voice trembling.
She looks up and notices Allan smirking. "As I mentioned a week ago, you passed out from the pain. Anyway, your little boyfriend, Anthony, didn't know what to do, so he brought you to me. Only mates can heal each other's pain, of course. Too bad he didn't know that stuff," Allan ends.
"So, Anthony did this? He should've just left me to die in pain; it's better than being here with Allan," she said to herself, her eyes wide. "Wait- didn't know what?" she inquires.
The pain, in particular, made me suspicious. "That pain came from a shot I gave you when we met last week," he chuckles before responding.
"Wait, so what you said to me was just your bluff and you lied to me?" Her wolf whimpered, saddened that their mate would do such a thing to them.
"Well, it's not my fault that you are both stupid," he laughed.
She doesn't respond, instead staring at her feet. She feels a cold hand rest on her left foot. "Rule number five," he says, flicking her foot.
She shivers and shakes her head. She didn't want to talk to him, and her wolf didn't want to either.
Allan growls as he stands up and takes a seat next to her. She then tries to scoot away, but he tightly grips her arm. "If you don't want to scream, maybe I should make you," he smirks. He suddenly pins her down, and she begins to panic, her heart racing like crazy.
Althea tightly closed her eyes, not wanting to see anything happen. "F*ck you! Don't touch me!" she screamed out loud. Allan then moved her hair, tying it up in a bun. She was perplexed until he kissed her neck. Her eyes widen, and she tries to move away, but he growls darkly. She flinches as she realizes it's not him, but his wolf.
"Stop! Okay, I'll talk!" she yelled, hoping he'd regain control. It may seem strange, but nothing is scarier than a person's wolf. They are more ferocious.
He then leans in and whispers in her ear, "Too late sweetie, once I find that sweet spot of yours, you are going to be marked," he smirks and resumes nibbling on her neck. Althea swallowed hard.
Allan had a habit of biting her neck hard. His wolf was gentle, even leaving hickies to entice her wolf into submission. She whimpered but did not go for it.
Allan became irritated with her when she continued to moan or flinch. From what she knows, he couldn't force her to either.
"God damn it, lady! Where the hell is your soft spot? I can't take it anymore," he growls as he takes one last bite. Her eyes widened as she felt her entire body tingle. She looked at him and noticed that he was paying attention to her. He immediately smirks and tightens his grip on her. She tried and struggled, but she was never going to win. Allan then kisses her on her neck. His canines emerge, and he traces them over her tender spot. Her wolf purrs, but she's terrified. It was only a split second before he sunk his canines into her neck, causing her to scream out in pain while trying to push his heavy body off of her, he used more force than necessary.
Althea's wolf was overjoyed that her mate had claimed her as his. He, on the other hand, infuriated her. He can't just mark someone without their permission. She would have told him if she wanted him to do it. This was not something she desired. It's almost impossible to leave him now. Their bond would be stronger than it was before, and it was already quite strong. He held them there, even moving his head slightly to allow more blood to flow out. She whimpered in agony.
He licked the blood that oozed from her neck with his canines. It sent waves of pleasure through her body, but she was too angry to enjoy it. She could feel water droplets running down her cheek. She growled and slapped away his hands when she felt warm his fingers wipe her tears away. She didn't want to talk to him right now; all she wanted was to be alone.
"I can't believe you just marked me!" she exclaimed coldly. She was furious at her friend for ruining her chances of escape yet again. It was difficult to leave him before, but now it was almost suicide.
They are inseparable once a male werewolf marks his mate. Their need for each other intensifies and makes you want to die if you are separated from them. They no longer want to live without the one who was made for them. To escape their hives, most werewolves go rogue and cross enemy pack borders.
"You should be happy because now everyone will know you're mine," he say as his possessiveness got the best of him, and he tried to wrap an arm around her waist. Althea jumped out of bed and turned away from him. She's not going to do that of her own volition. Someone else can remove it as long as only one of them is marked. Regardless, each time you do this, you lose a piece of your wolf. Some people have even lost their entire wolf as a result of this.
"I didn't want this; I wanted to leave; you've taken away my right to be alone forever; I despise the idea of spending the rest of my life with you!" she exclaimed.
"You don't have a choice now, sweetie," he smirked at her.
"You have no right to mark me unless I give you permission!"
"No, sweetie. I have the right to mark you whether you like it or not. I don't want anyone taking what belongs to me. Now every male will know who you belong to. That jerk Anthony is the reason you don't want to be with me! I swear if he ever touched you again, I will kill that filthy dog. You are mine!" His body was shaking with rage, and she knew he was about to shift. He growled, and she was pinned against the wall in an instant. His entire body was pressed up against her.
"He has nothing to do with this; leave him out of it," she insisted. She couldn't let Allan hurt Anthony. "I'm the one who got them into this mess," she said to herself, clenching her fist.
"Why are you defending him when I'm your mate? not him!"
Althea rolled her eyes, causing him to push her up against the wall even harder. He tucked her hair behind her back and began kissing her. She was aware that his wolf had taken over his body and was attempting to teach his mate who was in charge. She despised the fact that he was using their bond against her. Her wolf and herself craved their mate's every touch. She couldn't get enough of him; he was as addictive as drugs.
He stopped just as quickly as he began. His eyes were dark with lust, and he had a smirk on his face. Her mate had just used the art of seduction on her.
"Only I can touch you like this," he said, shifting his hand so that he was only holding her up with one hand and placing it on her thigh. Her entire body burst into flames, and she moaned at the sensation.
"You know you can't resist me for much longer," he continued, kissing her neck and jaw. Althea bit her lower lip, trying to keep a moan from escaping.
"I am your mate, and you are only mine; I command you not to touch or flirt with any male."
In case you forgot, I am obstinate as hell, and I do not have to listen to you."
Allan growled, and she couldn't stop the smirk from forming on her lips. He pushed her harder against the wall, moving closer until every inch of their bodies was touching, and it took every ounce of strength she had not to jump him right there. He moved his hand to caress her cheek, and she found herself leaning into his touch.
"You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you. If I see any male looking at you inappropriately or for an extended period, that will be the last thing they see. You are mine and mine alone. I'm not one to share what belongs to someone else.
"I've been so stubborn my entire life, and I intend to stay that way," she tried to push him off of her, which was a huge mistake because he only pushed her harder against the wall.
"See, that's where you're wrong; you are mine. You belonged to me the moment I laid eyes on you, and I wouldn't have let you leave anyway. You will stay with me, and that is not up for debate." He stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut.