He continued walking and walked out of the woods. We walked up a stair into a building. I could see some people stare at me as they saw him smile walk pass with me on his shoulder. This sight made me feel dizzy and I felt like dropping down from him. He walked up the stair then into a room.
Getting into the room, he dropped me to my feet and I stood upright holding on to my head which felt like it was spinning. After my head felt light, I fixed my eyes on the man who stood in front of me.
"What is this? Why did you bring me here?" I demanded.
"Well," he said with a shrug. "Since you are my mate, you will be staying here."
Listening to him made my stomach ache.
"I'm not staying here and not with you." I said.
"No one said you are staying with me."
"I am not here. I will take my leave." I said and moved towards the door.
Immediately I opened the door, he shut it close and pushed me against the door. He pressed himself on me, bringing his face up to my neck and inhaled.
"The sooner you accept this, the better it will be for you." He said in a whisper, pressing his lip against my ear.
I could feel some sensation from his body as he stood close to me. The sensations were nothing like I had ever felt.
"Alright, but I tell you that you can't keep me here."
"I can see that you are stubborn." He said with a smirk. "Well, let's watch."
With that, he walked out of the room slightly moving me aside. I could feel the door lock. I ran to the knob and turned it, but it didn't open.
"Hey, you let me out, please." I said hitting on the door. "You really can't keep me in here."
Tired of hitting the door and shouting, I slid down the door with my head in my hands. I have just been locked in the room and not just by anyone, but by my mate.
I was also in Dark pilot pack where I could be killed at any time. Did my mate actually bring me here to be killed?
Does he have so much resentment for me? Why did he bring me here and lock me in this room?
If he truly is my mate then why isn't he all that good to me?
I had always thought finding my mate would be the best thing for me but now I think I am cursed.
I had thought from when he called me his mate, he will treat like one. We will have our romantic moment together but I guess that I am wrong.
He treated like a piece of trash, carrying me like I was a weightless sack of sand then locking me in this room. He is so heartless and if ever I am let out of h
ere alive, I will flee to somewhere far.