《Iris: Child of prophecy》Chapter six
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"Kill her."
"WHAT!" I screamed and thrashed against his back, scratching and biting, nothing worked. I watched as they carried Aria to the fire.
Oh shit.
He wasn't listening, oh goddess please, she is the only good thing I have in my life please. Then it came to me.
I grabbed his ass and I could feel him tense I used the opportunity of his loosened hold to struggle out and I started to run to Aria.
He grabbed me before I made real progress.
I could hear her scream, it was heart wrenching, tears began to flow freely.
"Please" I cried "don't do this, she is all I have my only family."
"Well now you have me and the rest of your pack, mate" he emphasized the last word.
"I would die without her, please" now I was sure snot was running down my nose.
He started to walk away dragging me with him, I struggled and cried. He didn't budge. On my gosh the moon goddess is such a bitch. I'm mated to a demon.
I watched as they beat her and clawed into her, she was going then she smiled at me as a single tear slipped out her eye. I was heartbroken I looked up at the Alpha I felt such hate. I would die before I let myself be with someone like that.
Then he stopped walking "stop! Take her to the doctor then lock her in a cage"
"Are you satisfied?" He looked down at me, this son of a bitch.
"You bastard you almost killed her!"
"Yeah but she isn't dead is she?" He shrugged.
"Son of a bitch! You are worthless and heartless and you are the worst thing this world has seen, I pity everybody who ever knew you or was close to you! I don't know but I am sure you are the reason for any form of tragedy they might have somehow faced. I pity your mother, that she had to put up with a demon baby like you. You're disgusting and I will never accept you as my mate or Alpha" I spat at the ground in front of me.
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He slapped me, hard, and I fell to the ground.
"The next time you say anything disrespectful you're dead! And what the hell do you know about my mother! And don't think I wouldn't do it"
"Geez that will be the happiest day of my life"
He slapped me again, my head hit the floor and I could feel blood trickling down my face as he raised it.
"do I look like I am joking?"
I started laughing his face twisted in confusion then it turned to anger, his blue eyes blazed with fury.
"I love to see you try" I wiped the blood of my head to show him that there was no wound anymore. His eyes widened in shock for just a moment before he grabbed me and stared walking again. I knew it was fruitless struggling but I did it anyway.
"Stop"
I didn't. He just kept walking not saying anything. I cried because I just realized I had gone from frying pan to fire. Cursed, alone and now mated to the most heartless man on the earth. Thanks a lot Moon goddess you're such a treasure.
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I opened my and tears fell out. I could not believe this was now my life this arrogant son of a bitch!
Last nights events rang in my head and I couldn't stop the sob that came out of my mouth.
I sat up on the bed, and cried.
"Wow early this morning?" I looked up and saw him holding a plate of food in front of him
"I'm not going to eat that"
"Why not? You must be hungry after last night" he huffed.
I tried to make out his features as he stood in the shadows, as much as I tried to not think about last night, I could not remember his face only the big black blue eyed wolf.
"I can't see you"
"That's why you don't want to eat?" I could see his head tilt to the side.
"No, but I don't know what you look like and I want to" I rolled my eyes.
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He stepped I to the light and my breath hitched.
He wasn't wearing a shirt and his blue faded jeans hung low on his waist.
His skin was tan and shiny, I'll kill for a colour like that. Almost olive looking and his dark hair fell into his eyes roughly. His face had this softness to it if you looked closely but his light stubble covered it up pretty easily. He was gorgeous, rough, large my he was a big man. You could see the muscles ripping and the veins scattered all over his body. His PACs becoming more defined with each exhale of air, but what captivated my were his eyes. It had this focus in it , the way he looked at me it was like he could see into my soul. It was scary, I felt so vulnerable right now.
"Yeah, yeah I'm dripping fire, I know please eat" I saw his mouth tilt up in a very conniving smirk.
I blinked once, then I blinked again. I cleared my throat and looked away.
"Eat" he placed the tray on the bed in front of me
I folded my hands and pouted. "No" his eyes sparked I wasn't sure if it was anger or amusement.
"I'm sorry."
Well well look at this an apology, I was shocked I didn't expect it so soon but I guess he wasn't that tough.
I looked at him "you can't expect me to forgive you so easily last night after you tried to kill my best friend, and you hurt me"
He looked surprised then confused and out of now where he started to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"You think I was apologizing for last night?"
I started at him.
"I'm sorry that I made you feel like you had a choice to EAT". He stressed the last word and my eyes bobbed with shock.
"it's an order, Missy"
My mouth flew open. "Missy?" He got up and started to walk to the door "who the hell do you think you are, you big, ugly man"
He chuckled. Again.
"That's really all you got, you seemed to have a lot to say yesterday, or did I actually beat some sense into you"
My fist balled up and I threw the apple on the tray at his face he dodged it.
"Didn't your mother train you not to throw your food"
"Didn't your mother train you not to hit women?" I sassed back mimicking him.
His eyes narrowed, "nothing you didn't deserve" he muttered.
"Huh what did you say? You big blub of chauvinistic stupidity"
"I said it was nothing you didn't deserve" he growled as he turned around. Spaghetti hit him square in the face.
It was my turn to laugh.
But he didn't catch the joke. Before I could blink he grabbed my arm and slammed me against the hedge board behind me, hard.
My body trembled from the pain and I could feel tingles, like shocks of electricity where is hand touched me.
He looked square and straight into my eyes and I looked straight back at him.
"You'd be dead if you weren't my mate" he spat
I rolled my eyes
"Oooh like that is worse than being mated to you"
His grip tightened and I struggled to push him back but he was rock solid in front of me.
"I assumed that attitude was just from yesterday but now I see that you really are a disrespectful smut"
"How dare you" I gasped touching my chest in feigned pain "calling your mate a smut? And I'm the disrespectful one?"
He got up and let go, I rubbed my arm vigorously to prevent a bruise.
I looked up at him, he still had sauce on his face,
" you don't want to eat? Well then you can starve" with that he walked away and slammed the door.
Well time to see if I can die of hunger.
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