We Met Again

Chapter 5

Isabella’s POV

The vows ceremony was short and I cried through all out. I had no makeup on so there was nothing to ruin.

The stranger I was marrying whose name I did not know, maintained a distance between him and me. It was obvious that my presence repulsed him. It made me wonder in the secrecy of my head if I had imagined the mate bond I felt with him.

“Father please, don't send me away with these people” I begged, hoping there’d be a change of mind after the vow-taking ceremony.

“You will stop this madness. Take her into his car” He spoke to the guards.

It was then I noticed that the stranger's father and everyone they came with were already in their respective cars and I was supposed to go with him to his.

I tried to put up a fight but I was no match for them so they threw me inside the stranger's car.

The door slammed shut behind us. The car lurched forward as it took off down the road. I was left sitting in the passenger seat, trying desperately to think what to say to him. I wanted to scream at him that he wasn't fit enough for me and that I didn't want to spend the rest of my life with him. But that would do no good now.

So I started crying.

“You should stop crying, I didn't kidnap you” His voice was cold and he sounded irritated.

I cried more and I couldn't think of anything. I wanted to tell him to f**k off and mind his damn business but what right did I have?

“Shut up! Listen to me, we have a long way to go and I don't want to put up with this nonsense” He snapped.

His words cut through my sadness and I calmed down just a little because he looked like he was about to strangle me or worse we could have an accident and I didn't want to die, squashed in a car like a bug. I turned and faced him and we made eye contact. His gaze was harsh and intense. I wondered if I looked that bad. My eyes were still red from crying.

My hair wasn't much better.

The rest of the drive to wherever we were going was silent. I couldn't make any details of his Palace when we made it through the gates, it was dark and I was myopic. But I could see the water fountain, it was in the heart of the entrance.

The interior looked bigger than it appeared. People were waiting for him- for us and I grew conscious of my look. How did they get back here so fast?

“Son” the king, his father called out.

But the stranger grabbed my hand and pulled me past them.

It made me curious about why he would ignore his father that way but I remember that I didn't come here for a vacation, my life was literally over.

Once we were out of their sight, he let go of my hand. I followed him mutely through each turn he made, trying to ignore the artwork on the walls which I failed because I fell right behind him.

“You should keep up.” he was glaring at me, disgusted at my clumsiness, and no, he didn't offer me his hand.

When we got to a large brown door, he pushed it open, flickered the lights and it was truly large indeed. “This is your room, we'll talk better tomorrow, the maids will get you something to eat.” he was about to leave.

“Oh I am not hungry, “ I told him plainly.

He raised a questioning brow at me “You don't have to be modest, you should eat. Especially since you want to stay alive “ he told me.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “ I am really not hungry,” I told him.

He looked at me intently. No, he was looking at my check, my hair was behind me and I had forgotten about the marks around it from the slap. He moved closer to get a proper view, his cologne filled the air, making it hard for me to concentrate.

I looked at my feet, hoping he'd go away.

He lifted my chin up with his finger, and I was staring directly at him. A shiver ran through me. He could see the redness of my eyes and the angry dark circles under them, he could see my broken nose and cracked lips from my father's abuse. He could see his fingerprints on my cheeks, he could see all of it, all of me.

“Stop” I pushed his hand away. My wolf whimpered inside of me in hunger for his touch and I was disgusted by it.

“What happened to you?” he didn't move back. He didn't ask from a place of care, it was from a place of curiosity and it made me angry. Angry that I was forced to marry him, even angrier that I was in front of him looking like a weak little girl.

“I fell” I lied. There was no need to do that, I didn't owe him any explanation but I still lied.

“Hmm, he was hitting you wasn't he?” he sounded like he was mocking me and I felt more ashamed than ever.

“I fell” I insisted stiffly.

He lifted my chin and our eyes met. I wanted to run and hide. That's how his green eyes made me feel.

“I hate lies. Don't you ever lie to me or I'll have your head on a platter of gold, liar” His words sent shivers down my spine.