The Runaway Maverick

Chapter 13 -Unlucky

Whimpering from the sheer authoritative power that resonated from the core of the growl, I couldn't help but tremble in my chains. I needed to get out of here, fast.

Despite the intensifying shooting pains in both of my arms, I struggled against the cuffs. As I wrenched at my constrictions, hysterical tears cascaded down my bruised cheeks. The danger of my current predicament spurred me into a full frenzy of desperation.

I couldn't die yet! My job wasn't done. I didn't want to die right now!

There was no need for me to see the perpetrators face to know I was in trouble. After-all to be able to produce such a substantial sound required a high rank and I wasn't about to hang around to find out his position.

"Compton" his voice was gravelly and guttural as he sneered the name in abhorrence. A small whimper escaped my lips as I kept my head bowed. He did not like that, not at all. Another snarl shook the cell as I cowered in the corner.

For some reason a deep pool of warmth began to throb in the lower of my abdomen from just one word. Why does this seem so familiar?

"Your highne-"pleaded my tormentor till his words were stolen from him with one swift snap. Oh god he killed Mr Pervy! A man who clearly worked for him, a subordinate, was murdered. I don't even want to dwell on my own fate.

Hyperventilating, I quivered in terror as the thudding of the powerful strangers footsteps drew closer. I could no longer move as my own fear subjected me to a stationary position. My wounds had reopened, gushing blood at an alarming rate. I had really f****d myself here.

I could feel his presence looming over my cowering form with such an overwhelming strength that I felt as If I would faint. Then again it could just be the blood loss...

"Look up" he commanded. I did nothing. If I was going to die I was at least going to control some aspect. Maybe he'd kill me quicker if I angered him enough?

A low growl vibrated through the walls as he grabbed my chin snatching my gaze upwards. Fiery tingles seared my skin as he caressed my face.

"You..." I was met by the same silver blue eyes from my dreams. How was this possible? A small smirk played on his plump lips as he was clearly amused by my confusion. It quickly became an expression of rage as he eyed my condition.

"Look what he's done to you angel" He mumbled guilt cracking his words.

Shaking my head from his grip I whimpered as I banged my back against the wall. His eyes darkened to a deep swirling red as he snapped the chains from my wrists.

"I'm sorry little Maverick, I didn't know you were down here" He lifted me cautiously into his arms. As even more tingles hummed across my wounds reducing the aching and pain. The new found comfort seemed to lull me into a state of sleep.

My prier fear pivoted to one of safety in his embrace. Before I could comprehend my abrupt moo change warmth wrapped me in a blanket. Yawning I felt my eyes flutter shut, my fear long forgotten in the haze.

"You're safe now, mate" he purred as my mind went blank.

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Groggily I stretched and opened my eyes cursing the brightness of the room. I was no longer in the dungeon but on a plush black velvet bed dressed in an over sized shirt that swallowed my frame.

By no means was I small but this, this was ridiculously large. Then it clicked. It was his.

Instinctively I ripped it off throwing it at the wall, there was no way I was wearing that. The only issue now was I was naked expert for my underwear. As a deep red set across my cheeks I ventured from the mattress in search of more suitable clothes.

Wait, how come I felt no pain? Looking down at my body all I could do was gasp, not a single scratch blemished my skin.

Bewildered, I stumbled towards the closet door. Surprisingly it was a space piled high with various furs, jumpers and thick trousers. I could walk in here and never be seen again, most likely dying under a mountain of clothes.

Its a fate worth accepting at this stage in the game. Instinctively I lock the bedroom door and enter the closet, still nude mind you, looking for an outfit.

A couple of feet in and sudden loud thudding vibrated from the door that made the walls tremble. It was soon accompanied by a familiar booming roar that made me quiver in fear.

I couldn't move and I was butt naked halfway in his wardrobe shivering on the floor. f**k sake, my luck really has completely run our by this point. How am I still alive?

Crash. Jumping up from the floor, frightened by the doors splintered wood flying in all directions, I dashed into the depths of the closet till I reached the end. I hid in terror behind a particularly tall and wide mount of clothes.

Please don't find me I prayed in my head. Abruptly another ear rupturing snarl penetrated the bedroom. I knew I had seriously pissed him off.

"MINE! WHERE IS MINE?" My heart dropped to my stomach as I realized he wasn't going to stop searching until he found me. What does he even mean by 'Mine'? I was definitely not his so he couldn't have been talking of me.

I could here the throwing and smashing of furniture in the bedroom as he turned over every piece looking for me. Silent tears streamed down my cheeks as a icy; frigid shiver slithered up my spine.

Please don't come in here. Please don't find me. The door of the closet in a flurry of splintering wood as the door flew from its hinges with such force that I yelped from my hiding spot.

"I can smell you angel" Unlike earlier his voice had altered to a deadly calm. Oh i'm so dead.

"Come here." The was no room for argument in his tone but some small part of me still held on to the thought of him just moving past me. Swiftly clothes began to fly in every which direction, getting closer and closer towards me.

My hope had been futile. The beast of a man tugged on my leg pulling my weight from underneath me. A sharp scream rasped through my dry lips as I attempted to cover my nakedness from his prying eyes.

"MINE" he purred burying his face into the nook of my neck. What the hell...

A softer growl now resounded from his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around my bare waist. Flushed bright red my face throbbed as tingles erupted all over body from his touch.

"Let me go" I whispered, fear dripping into my voice. In response his grip got even more constricting. "Please." I now whimpered, mentally pleading for him to listen.

I gained no reply but a sudden hardness pressed up against my back. My blush deepened in embarressment.

"Why are you naked mate?" Um Mate? I'm not his mate. Even so for now I decided to play along in an attempt to preserve my life.

"I didn't want to wear the shirt" I mumbled my confidence still broken. Gruffly he began rubbing his bulge up and down my back.

"W-what are you doing?" He didnt respond and only got faster. The heat throbbing between my legs deepened. Panic building in my mind I erupted with all the energy I could manage.

"STOP!" And he did. In fact he flipped me around to face him, my frame that of a mouse in comparison to his height and bulk. Holy cow. I was so out of it from the interrogation I wasn't able to fully admire his stoic beauty.

No, don't think like that Jess! You don't know him.

"You are mine and you will not cover yourself from me mate" He huskily panted in my ear as he pulled my arms from my bosom.

"So perfect" His finger trailed along the curves of my waist upwards to the weight of my breast. He stopped pinching my n****e making me gasp at the intensity of his touch.

"s-stop" I sobbed my tears blinding my vision. I was helpless and left at the backhand of his mercy.

"Hush do not cry little maverick, hush now." He scooped me into his arms cooing to me just as he did in my first dream.

Strange, especially considering I'm still f*****g NAKED.

"You can't touch me in such a way, Im just a girl" I quivered my sniffles attempting to stop me from crying. He paused and stared into my eyes, his orbs glowing and swirling, he seemed to be thinking.

"How old are you little mate?"

"Just 16 summers" I hesitantly whispered. Snarling his eyes polluted into a intertwining spiral of black and red.

"f**k, you are just a child." His rage seemed to consume him as he punched a whole in the wall making me flinch. A tiny whimper slipped from me, instantly stopping him.

"I'm sorry little maverick, we did not mean to frighten you. We would never intentionally hurt you." his voice was soft and gentle. What does he mean by 'we'? By 'Maverick'? By 'mate'? By 'Mine'?

"We?" I inquired now more curious than scared. Despite not knowing who he is I still believed him when he stated that he wouldn't harm me. A mesmerizing smirk perked up at the corners of his lips as his eyes swapped between electric blue, crimson red and obsidian black.

"My wolf and I sweetheart"

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Hey sorry it took longer... what do you think?