Chapter 35: Chapter 35

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

RYKER

I scrutinised her for a while as I mulled over her request, contemplating if I was going to give in or not. I wasn't the man who asked for time to make decisions.

Before I leave a room, my mind is made up.

“So what do you say?” She asked as she fiddled with the hem of her dress.

I shrugged. “You don't have the strength. You look as though your hand can be snapped in two , with a tight grip.”

She licked her bottom lip and I stared against my will. “You don't want to know what these hands can do, Alpha. They handle knives, pens, guns, every weapon. Just name it.”

“One can't have a proper conversation without you bringing in your murder instincts?” I asked.

She pulled out a bag of chips from her drawer.

“That's because I can't do half of what I say, trust me.”

“Says the woman that stabbed someone to death with a fork.”

“You say it as though it's the first new thing to happen.” She muttered.

I stared at her dumbfounded. Why did she make it sound casual?

“Roxanne, it's not the first new thing to happen. Did you know how you were when I just brought you? You were scared, weak and could barely talk to me or look me in the eye. Now…” I trailed off.

She tapped her finger on the bed and eyed me. “Now, what? Say it.”

I leaned back in the chair and locked eyes with her. “Now you seem different. Really different. Almost like a different person and all that was just a facade.”

“Trust me Alpha when I say this. I'd rather die in a stampede than play my way into your arms.”

This little woman still has no idea that I'm her mate?

Annoyed, I grabbed the bag of chips and dumped it in the bin. “You can't have snacks until you're fully healed!”

That was a lie.

“I can't train and I can't even eat in peace. What do you want?” She demanded, her voice heavy with frustration.

“Listen Roxanne. If you want to train, you have to calm down. All these tantrum you're throw—”

She stared at me with anger burning in her eyes.“I'm not throwing a fit. I'm pissed. First of all you bring me here to get me healed. Then you yell at me and get me beaten. Humiliated, before these foreign people, now you're trying to heal me again. Why?”

“You want to heal me just to break me again?”

I picked my question carefully “If I let you go, where would you go? You have no home in your brother let alone your—”

“Don't,” she warned through gritted teeth, making the rest of my words hang in my throat. “Don't you dare speak about me. You know nothing about me! Don't sit around acting like you know everything.”

I shrugged, enjoying how vexed she looked.

“I'm not acting Roxanne.I know everything. About you. Your family.”

“Shut up.”

I got on my feet and neared her. She backed away, “don't fucking come near me.”

“Or what?” I asked in a voice way too deep. I could feel Dante surfacing.

She looked scared.

“I will scream.”

I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. I leaned in closer, shamelessly drawn to her scent. “And what do you think would happen?”

“They'll come and see the fucking cunt they call an Alpha, putting a woman in an unsuitable position.”

“Go ahead and scream,” I challenged, watching her go red in the face and neck. She darted her eyes everywhere but refused to meet my eyes. She opened her mouth but no words came out.

My gaze dropped to her lips, slightly parted and glistening with moisture.

She would taste good.

I shook my head and stared at her, trying to push Dante away.

“Go ahead,” I said then stopped when I realised the depth of my voice. “Why aren't you saying anything?

She's enjoying it. See how her legs are trembling.

My eyes travelled down to her shapely long legs.

They would look so good, wrapped around our waist.

“Stop,” Roxanne said, her voice an unsteady whisper.

My eyes met hers, watching her expression. For a split second I thought she had hacked into my mind and listened to me and my wolf.

“Stop what?” I asked.

She'd look good underneath us but really perfect atop.

I took in ragged breaths while Roxanne watched me with big and innocent eyes. Those eyes that I wanted to gaze into after I sink my canines into her spot and mark her.

“Stop looking at my legs.”

Kiss her.

I forced my eyes away from her legs, unsure of where to look at this time.

You want to, don't resist it. She's our mate.

I looked at her lips again. They were perfectly shaped and pink and looked appealing as ever.

“Just in case you've forgotten, My hands are still in hostage and they're growing weary from being kept in a single position for too long,” she grunted.

She's running away because she wouldn't be innocent for too long if you hold her down.

Reluctantly I let her go and I turned away from her so she wouldn't see me shifting myself properly. Thank God I had control over Dante a bit. I had learned to tame him but whenever he became frustrated, he surfaced without control.

“Get out of my room,” Roxanne said as though she was talking to a two year old.

“If you don't learn to control your mouth and work on your manners, you'll have a tough time surviving here,” I said.

She smiled, “I'm sorry Alpha but please, get out of my room.”

“No,” I said firmly.

She was frustrated I wouldn't go and eager to kick me out. “I said please.”

“No one tells me what to do around here,” I said with pride. “I make the rules.”

***

ROXANNE

Annoying, arrogant, sexy, he was all that but charming? He was anything but charming. And it annoyed me so much that I still had to wet my panties whenever he had his hands on me anywhere.

Okay that's not what we should talk about now.

I crossed my arms on my chest. “Why won't you leave me alone?”

“You could kill yourself and I don't want that.”

“You don't care,” I said.

He smiled at me. That really annoying smile that gave me fireflies in my stomach.

“That's true but we don't want to make it obvious.”

I sighed and plopped in bed, too tired to coerce him to leave me alone. I didn't like having people in the same room with me. Because it made me dress up. And dressing up wasn't my favourite thing in the world. I'd rather stay in bed wearing panties and no shirts with my legs apart and in the air.

I mean, who doesn't like feeling the breeze everywhere.

But now as I lay in bed sweating in my oversized hoodie and tight jeans, I wanted him out.

“Tell me about yourself, Roxanne,” he said in a calm voice.

“Tell me why you brought me here,” I mumbled.

He leaned in. “Bringing you out of the dungeon was a negotiation but this is not. It's an order and if you're not going to tell me I'd force you to speak up.”

“This is exactly why I don't like you,” I pouted. “I'm not five for God's sake.”

“You behave like one. So now, without stressing us both, speak up.”

“Don't talk to me in that tone. I'm not your child or sister,” I said.

“Since you've decided to be stubborn,” he said, getting on his feet. “You'd spend the night in the dungeon.”

“You're joking right?”

***

But he wasn't. I was back again to the place I hated the most. Definitely the dungeon and he didn't miss out on the spiders. Unlike the first time, they came in abundance this time.

You're a big girl

I screamed as one fell on my body. “Go away demons.”

They're just spiders.

I sobbed into my palm as they covered everywhere, making it so hard to tell what colours the walls were. It seemed as though the cell had been made with those creatures.

He'll laugh at you.

“Fuck him and the voices in my head,” I whispered and forced myself on my feet. “Somebody help,” I screamed at the top of my lungs as tears wet my cheek. “I don't like these big hairy things.”

A huge figure appeared at the gate and I heaved a sigh of relief. “Please help me.”

He flashed the torch at himself and grinned. It was the darn guard of this place and my disappointment came in excess.

I had thought it was Ryker.

“Been a minute. We've certainly missed you. The spiders were dying of—”

“Fuckkkkkkkkk,” I screamed like a maniac, jumping as I felt something crawling up my stomach.

“Don't worry, they're trained,” he said as though that was supposed to give me some sort of comfort. “They would climb over your body but won't go close to your privates.”

Mentally retarded bastard.

“You are a fucking cunt,” I whispered through tears.

Ryker the bastard. I promise I'm going to cut you up alive and bring out your organs and feast on them.

That's not true but fucking get me out of here.

I hated that man with every passing minute. I was growing weary. I was sure I looked bad— deranged even.

“You've improved,” I heard his snarky voice say.

I detested it and would have loved to cut his vocal chords but that asshole voice of his brought comfort to my soul.

I rushed to the gates. “You have to let me out of here.”

He smirked, “or what?”

“I'm losing my mind. Please just get me out of here,” I sobbed.

“Are you ready to tell me about yourself?”

“Yes, dicklord.”

He beamed at me. “Good girl.”