Chapter Four
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You know that tale of Rapunzel when she meets a handsome man like Finn and just wants to run away with him? Maybe lived in a cottage all day long as long as they were in love with each other.
I don't want to run away with this man.
I want to run away from him.
I thought dragons were supposed to be like demons. Dark eyes, huge horns? The face that looked like the devil? Well, I was wrong because this man in my presence possessed none of those. His face was straight.
He was dark, his presence looming all over me, like he was watching me, intently, darkly, subtly.
He takes a seat opposite me, his eyes never leaving me for even a second.
"Dani." He says my name like it's none of his business, like I am none of his business, his voice is deep, coursing into my soul.
I couldn't bear to look at his handsome face, instead, I just ran my fingers silently.
"Who are you?" Maybe, that was the stupidest question I have ever asked. This man possessed the ability to burn me with his fire. How dare I speak like this?
So, I just humble my voice. "What do you want from me?"
He was frowning harder now.
"Who are you?" Gosh, I spit it out again, my numb breaking, all the strength I had turned to weakness, I couldn't even gaze at the pudding, now, it looked disgusting.
He huffed a breath, "Dante. I am Dante."
So the fearful dragon's name was Dante, seriously?
"Okay.." It was uncomfortable to look at him, but I said, "Why did you send your men to kidnap me?" My heart leaped again, remembering the event from last night, bundled up, brought here, facing the dragon king.
Oh great. My life was going perfect.
He didn't frown, he didn't twitch his lips, and definitely, there was no humor evident in his eyes.
"I figured if I sent for you, you wouldn't come." Well, great point.
"So, why am I here?" I couldn't ignore the fact that I was raising my voice at him, well, I couldn't care less about him. He deserved that, for bundling me up and bringing me here. I would rather be anywhere but here.
I tried to calm myself down, this man could burn me...I’m livid
"I need your help." When I was done yelling, he said confidently, this emitted dark vibes, and I could feel my heart racing darkly.
"W-what?" It was hard to speak in his presence, but I was coping. If I did what he wanted, he would probably let me go. Right? "What do you want from me?" I ask again.
He raised a brow. "I need you to act as my mate." What's with his tone? Why is he sounding so confident like I would do anything he says just because he can breathe out fire and destroy me?
Wait... What the hell? Why in the hell would I even do that?
"What?" My anger was brewing, my wolf was probably bellowing in anger. "I can't be your mate," I said subtly, my eyes scanning his every movement. I stared at his eyes which looked darker than hell, but I didn't care. This was my life and I could decide what I wanted to do with it.
He dropped his fork hard on the table while the table shook to his reaction, his eyes scanned me darkly too. His face was plain, with no particular emotion, but I could feel the tense atmosphere around the room, I rolled my eyes.
"I will not be your mate, Dragon King." I phrased slowly, my eyes felt nothing but irritation and contempt. All because of this fake marriage thing, I had to get rejected, betrayed, and heartbroken for so long by Liam, I tried following everyone else's ideas and never followed mine, and the ending wasn't a sweet one.
My fists were hard, my knuckles red and my face was flushed with anger. Just looking at the dragon king made me remember Liam and worst of all I was used by him.
I banged the table and then yelled at the top of my voice, "I am not your pretend mate." I spoke with gritted teeth, "Because if you brought me here to be your pretend mate, it would never happen."
He stared at me nonchalantly as if what I said didn't make a single sense to him. I twitched my mouth in disgust as I saw him take a bite out of the many sandwiches that were placed on the table.
"Really?" He said, his eyes scanned me briefly while I glared in return.
I scoffed slightly, "I have been used before," I snapped and continued, "I will not be used again!" I yelled.
I tapped my leg against the tiled floor inconsistently, waiting for him to say something reasonable, but it seemed he kept on jumping on the pile of sandwiches on the table without glancing at me.
I coughed slightly, trying to get his attention away from the food, but it didn't seem to work.
"Dragon king, won't you get me home, it's late," I yelled, more loudly than before so it could catch his attention.
He looked at me for some time, his eyes made it seem as though time passed by slowly. I gazed at his dark eyes, surprisingly not wanting to look anywhere else.
After what seemed like hours to me, he gently removed his eyes, taking another bite out of the sandwich slowly and steadily like the world seemed empty to him.
I squinted my eyes at him, scanning his posture and then banging the table uneasily. He looked up at me again, not uttering a single word.
I pushed the dining chair backward, ready to leave the room and find my way out of this dungeon he calls his palace. I stood up in a swift second, scanning his body, and then as I took one step forward, his voice enveloped my body, sending shrills to every one of them,
"Dani Lupe." He said gently, phrasing each letter making it seem like I did something wrong and I froze in my steps.
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