My Runaway Mate

Time to run

Adrianna POV.

That jerk! I couldn't believe it. The panic from earlier made my throat tight, and I was about to cry. I was going to die. It might have hurt him too, because if he didn't mean to hurt me, he wouldn't have locked me up like an animal.

I held my head and the room spun around me. I had to think about what someone else would do in my situation, as if this weren't happening to me. I couldn't help but laugh. Of course, no one else could have s*x with a supernatural freak and then lock you in the room you had s*x in.

This was probably the worst one-night stand ever. And Elias... Elias would probably be laughing at how sad I am. He was the one who messed things up in the first place.

I quickly wiped the tears off my cheeks. They didn't help, and I had cried enough over my stupid ex-boyfriend. My grandpa had warned me, but I was a lovesick puppy—what would he say now?

My head turned to the door. "f*****g hell," I said to myself, and things became ten times clearer. Why didn't I think of that before?

The door had to open at some point, and when it did, I stopped walking around. I'd be long gone when it happened, that's for sure.

I waited exactly 20 minutes and 45 seconds. I counted because I was bored. There wasn't much to do in a room meant for fun, except for pole dancing and m**********n. Given the situation, it wasn't a surprise that I didn't want to do either.

I heard footsteps for a brief moment, and that's when I got up from my seat. My grandpa was going crazy near the end of his life, but one thing was for sure: his love of action movies would pay off. What a surprise!

The doorknob turned after a moment of doubt. I held my breath and pressed myself against the wall. I hoped that when Cairo came in, he wouldn't see me, and that would give me a chance to surprise him. The room wasn't very bright, and I was small. It had to work.

The door opened.

"Adrianna?" He spoke slowly and carefully.

I threw myself at his back and wrapped my arms around his neck. Cairo screamed in shock when he fell to the floor. My heart raced against my ribs and blood rushed to my head. I felt panic rise in my throat, but I pushed it down. It was too late. I got up and threw myself out of the room, my feet sliding on the tiles. I didn't care that my heels were still in the room at this point.

I thought about yelling for help, but then I remembered that this club was probably his, which is why we were allowed into this room in the first place. I just needed to get to my car, which was the only thing I really owned, and then get the hell out of here as fast as I could.

I heard him yell for someone to stop me, which only made me go faster. My body pushed through the couples who were dancing. I bumped into someone who was holding a drink, and it spilled on my red dress and the man's shoes. People were shouting in protest all around me as I pushed through, but I didn't have time to say sorry or care.

Cairo was right behind me. I heard him yelling orders to his men, telling them to do everything they could to stop me from getting away. I wish they could have caught me.

As I pushed through a set of doors that led outside, I briefly wondered if all those men were like him—supernatural creeps who wanted to kill me. I ran down the hall quickly, and my feet hit the cold floor. The bright lights in the club were shocking after the dark light.

I pushed my body against the last door when I saw it. I knew for sure that there would be a bruise the next day, but I didn't pay attention to the pain that was shooting through my side. The cold air hit my face hard as I stepped outside. A hand grabbed my wrist before I could leave again.

I held my breath because of the heat that surrounded me. My heart started to beat faster against my ribs. I turned to look at Cairo. His eyes were red again, and the lamppost's light made his canines shine. His fingers were sharp, like claws, and they were digging into my skin.

"Let me go," a car sped by us. The sound of music that had been blocked out came through the night. I had memorized where my van was before I got here, and it was three blocks away. It was a natural thing for me to do, since that's how I had stayed alive for so long.

"Let me explain," he said in a voice that was deeper and almost growled.

He pulled me closer, and even though I wanted to pull away in disgust, the part of me that had found him sexy on the dance floor came to life.

There was something wrong with him, something that wasn't normal and that somehow linked to me. And I didn't want anything to do with it.

I pulled my arm away from his grip. His claws cut through my skin, and a sharp, burning pain shot up my arm. I could feel the blood running down my palm and past my fingertips. It would be scary. I was so angry that I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired of being cornered and beaten down. Stop always having to run.

Why me?

"Please leave me alone." "Tonight was a mistake," he said, his eyes getting harder. "We're not going to do it again."

Cairo's arm shot out to grab me again, but instead, I slammed my knee into his groin. I heard him yell in pain and then growl, but by that time, I was already running down the street.

The pavement hurt my feet, and the sound of running feet behind me made my blood rush to my head. But I knew that if I got caught, if I let myself get caught up in whatever connected me to this man, I would never be able to go back.

And it wasn't worth it. Not when so many people would be in danger. I could never love or be loved, and Elias was proof of that. I couldn't stay in this city much longer. They were after me.