I violently jolted awake only to be met with hard wood floor. I groaned as I did my best to get up. I was sure that I had several broken bones, all simatanoesely making me dread being alive.

Hot steam flooded my lungs as I took deep breathes in a frenzy. My eyes drifts over to the Alpha, he sat on the tiles beside the tub with a half finished bottle of vodka in his hands. He wore a thin shirt and black pants which left a little to imagination when it came to his muscular frame.

He took a swig of his drink before he approached me, each step he took cause my heart rate to speed up. I shook violently as he took off my outer layer of clothes. I was cold and going into shock.

With ease he picked me and pulled me against his chest, wherever my skin was in contact with his felt like a million butterflies and sparks were erupting. I hated and loved how good this felt just to be in his embrace. Slowly he placed me into the tub. If it wasn't for my torn shirt and underwear I'd be completely exposed.

My boots and furs laid in a puddle on the floor from the melted snow. My eyes met his as I tried to adjust my breathing, why couldn't I breathe. He sensed my discomfort immediately and cut into his wrist with his in lengthened claws from his other hand.

I winced from the barbaric action, I was too squeamish for this. I was too squeamish for broken bones, I knew if I looked down and my collapsed rib cage and oddly positioned arm I'd pass out. Even the moon goddess herself wouldn't be able to pull me out of the shock I'd go into.

He brought his wrist to my lip as he eyed me sternly, slowly I brought my lips to his wrist which was leaking all over me in the tub. My tongue lapped up his blood slowly, gradually I began to feel a weird sensation. I couldn't help but grab onto his wrist with my free hand and bring it closer.

The whole time he watched me, I could see the amusement on his face. I probably looked like a crackhead who hadn't had their fix in a long time. Suddenly he pulled away, much to my dismay.

I licked my lips to get the last bit of his blood.

Not even a few seconds later I could feel my bones shifting into weird places, I bit my lip hard as I groaned. It felt almost as bad as my first shift.

I could feel the pain slowly subside as I began to relax. I felt a buzz flow throughout my body, as if I was on the highest cloud. I felt as if I had been drugged.

So his blood had healing properties, a bite from a Feral kills a wolf slowly in the most agonizing way possible. So I find it ironic that his blood could heal. I'm sure my wolf would have been able to recover on her own but not as nearly as fast.

What part of almost killing me was him 'saving' me? I laid still as placed his hand on my head. His hands seeped into my curls soothingly, I wanted to hum in delight as he ran his fingers through my curls and on my scalp.

I was too captivated on his face to comprehend anything, I gave a short nod as I stared at him in awe.

His hand ran over my eyebrow before trailing down to my lips. On instinct they parted.

I did understand but I'd forever be traumatized by him, the look he had on his face was the most satanic thing I'd ever seen and I will remember it forever.

I couldn't think, all I could feel is the dread of being caged.

I was going to go insane. I have always been an introvert but never to this extent he's trying to push me to.

I couldn't take it anymore, I felt like I couldn't breathe while listening to his commands.

He could've be serious? He was trying to domesticate me.

I pleaded as I tried to pull his hand away from my face, I didn't want him touching me no more. I didn't even care if it felt amazing.

I hate that his back handed compliment made me blush furiously. I'm supposed to be mad but I couldn't help but feel bested.

It was a question that made me feel vulnerable beyond belief.

I felt like I had been stabbed in the chest.

" Throughout my outburst I began to sit up until the point were I was leaning over the tub, merely inches away from his face.

His seemed taken back by sudden surge of emotion, couldn't he see what he was putting me through. My eyes wavered a bit as I held back the brewing tears.

He seen the tears welling in my eyes before standing up and putting distance between us abruptly. His tone switched into hard and cold one before he disappeared leaving me utterly confused.

When I woke up the next morning I had got dressed before braiding my hair and tending to the greenhouse. The fruits and vegetables had grown tremendously from when I had first planted them when I arrived. I had made strawberry pie from the strawberries I had harvested and it tasted really good, it was just sad that I had no one to share it with. I hoped Valnush would stop by soon but I knew the chances would be slim.

Boredom got the best of me and before I knew it, I was in his room. I outwardly moaned at the intense smell of the male that inhabits the room. I began rummaging through his closet, dressers and stopped at his night stand. I was taken back when I spotted a cell phone. Without hesitation I picked up and began dialling the number to the house phone. Would my family even want to hear from me?

It rang for quite a bit until I heard static and then my mother's soft voice

I whispered in utter shock and disbelief, my mother let out a shaky breath before I heard her begin to cry.

Hearing the fear and shakiness in my mother's voice triggered a rush of sadness to consume me. I did my best to keep my eyes open under the pressure of the tears welling in my eyes. I really needed to stop crying so much.

Before I had a chance to respond I heard the sound of the door opening and closing. Who was here? It couldn't be him, he never comes home this often.

Before she could say anything else I hung up and placed the phone in the drawer. I scurried as fast as I could into the hallway, pulling the door close behind me.

I shrieked as my eyes connected with Alpha's. He stood tall and menacing at the bottom of the stairs. What the hell do I say? He obviously seen me coming out of his room. Or maybe he didn't ?

Slowly I began to descend the stairs watching him warily, after what had happened yesterday I didn't know what to expect. Was he going to question me or nearly take my life? It was like flipping a coin when it came to his reactions.

I stated as the distance between us shrunk, I was nearly at the the bottom. His eyes narrowed on me like a predator, he was trying to figure me out.

I yelped as he grabbed onto my arm and pulled me towards him when I had tried to side step him.

His eyebrow raised as he moved his face closer to mine. If I weren't in trouble right now, I'd think this was totally hot.

He whispered smoothly right into my face, I felt my legs quiver from the tone in his voice. He had a effect on me that was stronger than belief, it was sad because I could tell it was effortless. He wasn't even trying. Why were my knees ready to give away?

I had to think, he has asked me a question and all I could do was stare dumbfounded and slightly aroused.

He wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me closer. His head dipped between my neck.

I froze, my body went as rigged as a icicle. I grunted as I tried to create some distance between us, he intimidates and he knows it. That why he's breathing down my neck. Though we were both beast, this felt like a cat and mouse. He was Tom and I was Jerry.

But I couldn't tell him the truth, I didn't know how he'd react to the fact that I called my mother and used his phone to do so. Would he be ok with it, or kill me? I couldn't risk it, I would need to call her again soon and I couldn't do that if he takes the phone somewhere that I couldn't reach.

I felt him grow impatient with my stalling, he let out a growl as he arms tightened around me. He let go of my arm and grabbed my chin instead. Craning my neck up so we could make eye contact.

I stared into his beautiful eyes, they imprisoned me every time, I stared at them closely. Gorgeous golden-amber eyes that were brighter than the moon. It wasn't a complete lie, I was bored.

I felt him shiver unexpectedly before he took a step away from me. I had to catch my balance at the sudden loss of contact.

His eyes hardened and narrowed before he looked away. Was he flustered? He seemed almost... uncomfortable with my statement.

Suddenly it became apparent to me that something was wrong with him. It wasn't me all along, it's him. He ran a hand through his hair as he stared at me in awkward silence.

I had reached out to touch him and instantly he moved further out of my reach. My theory was right? Or maybe it is me? It couldn't be.

From when we met, him showing affection felt foreign and and forced as he comforted me the night we had spoke in the forest.

Has he never shown affection to anyone before that? That would be ridiculous, no one could be that cold. I had reached out to him again but this time he grabbed my wrist roughly and pulled me towards him. He growled, his teeth had sharpened. I could tell he was having conflict with his inner Feral.

Has no one shown him affection? His father is a total monster and his mother is literally one; A wild Feral. He doesn't know how to react to me, for so long he's been disconnected from humanity. I couldn't stop the frown the spread across my face.