Lexi pov..
I felt his eyes on me, and it made my skin crawl. His gaze was intense, and I could sense the satisfaction radiating from him as he watched me. His touch, once soft and tender, now felt possessive and demanding.
When he kissed me, I felt trapped. His lips pressed against mine, and though I tried to stay calm, fear gripped me tighter. As his hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch, I couldn't take it anymore. Just as his hands reached my chest, I pulled away, panic written all over my face.
"Stay away from me," I pleaded, my voice shaky, fear choking my words.
But he didn't stop. Instead, he pulled me closer, his grip tightening. His eyes turned red, a dark smile creeping across his face as he forced me to look at him.
"That's it, Mate. I love you," he whispered, his voice a mix of desire and control.
Despite my fear, I kissed him back, hoping it would make him stop. But he held me tighter, his touch possessive as his hands continued to explore my body. I felt his control over me growing, and I was powerless to stop it.
Suddenly, he turned on the water, letting it flow over us. He started washing my hair, his hands gentle as if trying to comfort me, but I could still feel the fear lingering in my chest. I watched him, hoping to find some sign of understanding, but his expression remained unreadable.
When we were done, he led me back to my room in silence. He handed me a dress, something he clearly thought was special, but I barely looked at it. I couldn't meet his eyes.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice full of concern. But I didn't respond. I couldn't trust him. I just wanted to be left alone.
"Please, may I have some time alone?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He chuckled, a low, unsettling sound, and left the room, leaving me to my thoughts. I curled up in the corner, trying to process everything. How had I ended up here? What did he really want from me?
I could hear him pacing in the next room, anger simmering just beneath the surface. I knew he was frustrated, and I dreaded what might come next. He couldn't understand why I didn't return his feelings, why I wanted nothing to do with him.
Suddenly, I heard a crash, and fear gripped me again. Moments later, he burst into my room, his face twisted with worry. Before I could react, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly as if trying to comfort me. But I didn't feel safe.
"What's wrong, my love?" he murmured, his voice soft, but it only made me feel more trapped.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I pushed him away. I couldn't take it anymore.
"I want to go back home," I whispered, the words cutting through the air like a knife. His grip on me tightened, and I saw the shock and disbelief in his eyes.
"But this is your home!" he shouted, desperation lacing his words as he pulled me closer again, refusing to let me go.
His frustration grew as I cried, and I could feel his anger bubbling up beneath the surface. He held me tight, his kiss rough as if trying to prove something.
"What if I take you outside to see the sky?" he asked, his voice softening, hoping it would change my mind.
I nodded, too exhausted to argue. He led me outside, settling on the grass with me on his lap. The air was cool, but I still couldn't relax. His hands traced my body again, and I felt myself tense up.
"Relax, my love," he whispered, but I couldn't. His touch wasn't comforting; it only deepened my fear.
"Please, can you stop?" I said, my voice trembling.
"Don't you enjoy my touch?" he asked, confused and hurt, but I stepped away from him, desperate to escape.
"I'm only eighteen," I cried out, my frustration and fear bubbling over. "I'm not ready for this!"
He stared at me, his anger growing, his voice sharp as he spoke. "I am your husband, your love. You have no right to yell at me."
I shook my head, my own anger flaring up. "For the last time, I am not your wife! You don't even know my name."
The tension between us thickened as I stepped farther away, keeping my distance. But his patience snapped. In one swift motion, he lunged at me, grabbing my wrists with force. Instinct took over, and I struck him, hard.
I didn't wait to see his reaction. I ran. I ran as fast as I could, disappearing into the woods, the trees blurring as I fled. Behind me, I heard his voice, filled with fury.
"If I catch you, I will make you pay!" he howled, his voice echoing in the night as he shifted into his wolf form.