My Beautiful Mate [ENGLISH]

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I wince seconds later, picturing what he'd do if I talked back. Though I couldn't refrain myself in the seconds before that picture and shouted. The anger in me roaring out. It was near impossible to stop.

"Why?! You are a monster! Thanks to you, I have no home to return to! If you want to kill me, do it already!" My throat began to burn as soon as I screamed the words out.

I flinch when I feel his fingers harshly move out from under my chin and then he moved off the bed.

The mattress beneath me lifted again, relieved to have the heavy figure off it. The man was large, with not an inch of fat on him, he was all muscle. Which was even more irritating. He was much stronger than me.

"I'm monster huh?" Azrael spoke, this time quiet as he suddenly undid the rope, then forced me up and into a sitting position. The room grew silent and the air was heavy with the smell of my fear. My body shaking even more now as I sat there, awaiting  death to take me or a fatal blow. But nothing came. Nothing at all, except for a light touch.

He brought a hand up and I flinch slightly until his finger caressed one side of my face. The man stayed silent, his touch gentler this time. Almost too gentle.

I felt like I was going to piss my pants in that moment, but stayed completely still. Scared that if I moved, he would use my words against me and kill me without any hesitation.

A small growl finally broke the silence when his fingertips traced my jaw, then my nose, and brushed against my lips. "I've been called that a lot." He murmured, leaning in so close, that my breathing hitched in my throat. My eyes wide behind the blindfold.

"So.. If that's the best retort you've got. You might as well give up." Azrael continued, his fingertips then tracing the outline of the blindfold, before he tucked strands of my hair behind my ear, causing me to shudder again. Not in fear, but because of something else. It was a feeling I was almost entirely unfamiliar with.

He pulled his fingers away suddenly, as if realizing again that I was a flame that would get him badly burned. I expected his touch again, but surprisingly grew disappointed when his fingers failed to trail against my skin again.

He moved away, his presence leaving me, along with his warmth. I shivered and sat there in shock, only to fail back against the bed, sighing in relief.

I was alive.

My hands hesitantly reached up and took off the blindfold, and finally I could see again. I glanced wildly around, aware that he hadn't left the room. His powerful presence still felt, along with the tension that often clung thick in the air between us. Then I caught sight of him as he stayed far from me, sitting on a leather couch in the corner of the spacious bedroom, though his blue gaze still bore into me, mixed emotions hiding deep within their depths.

I steady my breaths and pull the covers over myself, seeking shelter from the blankets and to hide from his piercing gaze.

Turning onto my side, I keep my back to him and rest my head on one of the comfy pillows.

I could hear his growl, but ignored it and closed my eyes, wishing he would leave. But to my displeasure, he stayed there, in that very spot, making sure I wouldn't go anywhere. Yet, he didn't dare to come near me again that night. It was as if he was holding himself back.

It never ceased to make me feel like I was being watched by a predator, and I knew I was his prey.

But for some strange reason, he didn't pounce. Not yet anyways. Which was fine by me.

Soon I was taken by the darkness that came with sleep, and drifted off into a deep slumber, almost forgetting the wolf that was waiting to snatch me up and make me pay for what I've done and said to him.

Blue eyes glowed in the darkness, haunting me. I looked around and realized I was safely at home again, my mother asleep in her rocking chair, while my brother was out working another late shift.

I stayed glued in front of the kitchen window that overlooked our small garden and the woods nearby. Our home was the nearest to those dark dark woods. This frightened and intrigued me all at the same time.

My eyes drifted back over to the blue orbs that seemed fascinated by me, and I felt the twinge of familiarness. I stared back at those eyes, bluer than the ocean itself. An ocean that was threatening to sweep me up and take me down into an unexplored abyss. One so beautiful, yet dark.

The eyes came closer and closer, never leaving mine as I stayed fixated on them. As if in a trance I reached out my hand, wanting to touch the dark shadow that crept close to the window, it's huge paws trampling the flower beds that lay beneath it. I realized it was a wolf as it's dark features came into view and then within a blink of an eye it's jaw were wide open, threatening to eat me, like the monster it was.

I screamed in surprise and shrunk back in fear, eyes wide as my chest heaved up and down. 

And when I looked up at the window again, the creature of the night was gone. So were it's blue eyes.

I gasp awake.

My eyes felt like they were fried off as I blink slowly up at the white ceiling, tears dried and cracked on my cheeks. I had been crying. I had been screaming. The evidence was written all over my face, wild hair, puffy eyes, scratchy throat. There was no doubt that I had just awoken from a nightmare. The same horrible dream often reoccurred for the past few nights, ever since the day I was taken and my family was burned alive. Their screams were like a broken record, playing over and over in my head.

My eyes start to widen as I stiffly sat up to take in my surroundings. Sadly, reality hit me and I realized I am still not at home. I'm back in the way too large bed. In the way too spacious room. With the way too handsome man.

When I try to move again, something tightened around my wrists, forcing me to stay where I was. As I glance down at my hands, I see that my wrists are bound by thick rope. The rope wrapped around my wrist like a serpent wrapping around its prey, through the rope didn't stop at my wrists, it led to the two front posts lof the bed's headboard.

Cursing under my breath, I start to yank and pull against the rope, despite knowing it would be no use. The girl in me refused to back down. I had to stay alive.

The only good thing I was relieved to know was that I wasn't blindfolded anymore.

It had been a little over two days since the ball and the attack of a drunk werewolf. Instinctively, I wanted to reach up and touch the cuts left there, but remembered my wrist were tied.

And I still didn't know how to deal with the beast that trapped me here. The possessive and controlling Azrael.

I only learned of his threats and of his all too lingering touches that made something in my perk up. No matter how hard I tried to search his eyes for some type of emotion, I was met by chaos. He seemed to be a big mess, not a little one either. The things that brewed in his eyes, the dark and dangerous aura he gave off, made me think he was a hurricane.

Uncontrollable.

The only way I could stand up to him, was to get in the middle of his storm and face him. I had to force myself to be brave when I knew I wasn't. I couldn't show any weakness, any fear, or else he would envelope me into that storm of his and never let me go.

That overwhelming presence of his still hung about like thick smoke along with his powerful gaze. I'm surprised I hadn't suffocated from being in the same room as him yet. His aura was strong and heavy as ever. It felt like it took up the entire space in the room and hovered over me. Making me forget how to breathe sometimes.

Lurking in the shadows, I had found none other than the mysterious Prince, who was leaned against a nearby wall. The only feature I could instantly make out were those piercing eyes that had caused strange shivers to once again dance up my spine. My body felt like it was ready to burst into flames and melt into wax at the same time.

I could tell he was smirking, he seems to do it a lot. This frightened me more than anything. Even though I've only known him for a few days, I caught onto the small things he did and what they meant. His signature smirk was a sign of danger. He was going to do something out of the ordinary.