Alpha Caleb and the Blessed Wolf

19.

NIKITA

Two days. I was God damn starving. How do some of the girls at school starve themselves willingly. I swear I am dying. Why am I so stubborn, to be honest I'm only really hurting myself. Prince Caleb probably couldn't care less if I ate or not. We had barely seen each other in that time. He would come in with a plate of food. Calling me his f*****g little lamb the d**k. Surely he felt my disdain for that name through the bond. Everytime he said it I felt like replying, "Yes I know, I can smell the f*****g food dickface." Instead I just ignored him staying in my silent corner reading the books from the shelf to pass the time.

Surprisingly he didn't push it and left me alone. When he wasn't around I perched myself on the large window sill daydreaming about pack life. People seemed happy here. Imagining the lives of others always came easily to me, often having a sense of Deja vu. It was part if the reason my own pack thought me strange because I often knew people's past or sometimes their future and creeped them out. I just learnt not to speak about it after that.

The sun sets were glorious. Shades of orange, pink and purple painted the sky. I knew it wouldn't be long before Caleb arrived with dinner. My hunger was getting the better of me, tonight I had to eat or I might collapse. Not that I was admitting defeat by eating but I was being stupid. I could still ignore him while I ate right.

The shower was steaming hot, just the way I like it. Massaging the citrus shampoo into my hair enjoying the refreshing scent, I wondered why Caleb never smelt this way. Looking at the range of body wash smelling each one until I found one similar to his minty, pine forest and all man scent. Before I could stop, my body was lathered in his body wash. Shaving all the necessary parts I was preened and pretty by the end.

Why the hell did I care!

It wasn't me it was my damn wolf. Since I had decided to come out of my hidey hole I'm guessing my wolf subconsciously wanted to look good for her mate. She wanted his scent all over us. The urge to seal the bond was running high but I had to lock that s**t down before she made me do something we would regret.

For a moment I stared at the mark on my neck, it was kind of beautiful. It looked different from the first day and different from other marks. The deep red/ purple almost black colour it had been now almost looked like the sunset outside, yellow, pink and shades of purple. Even the pierced skin looked to be healing. Normally when the venom is injected under the skin it forms a pattern like a tattoo or branding. Each pattern unique. I swear one or two of the punctures had even disappeared completely which was strange. Perhaps because we haven't completed the bond by mating the inky motif hasn't appeared yet.

Pulling my clothes overhead I got a good whiff. Urgh, that did not smell great. I'd worn the same clothes for the past few days what did I expect. Maybe it would help repulse Caleb and keep him from getting too close to me. Nothing worse than putting on old dirty clothes after you're already nice and clean, gross. The thought of wearing them again disgusted me. Sighing I wrapped myself in the towel and left the bathroom.

"s**t" I'd been in there way too long. Prince Caleb would be coming any minute with dinner. Rushing into the closet trying to keep a grip on my towel as I rummaged for a shirt and pants in his drawers.

A deep growl resonated from behind me.

Clutching the towel and clothes close to my chest I spun to face him.

Goddamn! Did he get bigger? All 6ft 5 inches of man stood in the door way. Thick arms pressed either side of frame while his black Tee strained across his chest. The dimming sunset cast a dark shadow over his face highlighting that chiseled devilish face. His eyes were black, his wolf clearly at the surface.

Heart racing and palms sweating. s**t was this about to be my end. He looked like he was ready to devour me.

He just stood there staring at me with black eyes, inhaling deeply. Against my will my cheeks flushed pink.

"What do we have here." That deep husky voice sent a ripple through my body.

Don't let him intimidated you Kita. You are also of Alpha blood don't let him win. I repeat the mantra mentally.

"Are you done staring pervert. Can you move, I need to get dressed." I said trying to sound firm.

He didn't move.

Rolling my eyes and crossing my arms which inadvertently had caused the curve of my breasts to peak above the towel. His eys flashed to them.

"I need some clothes to wear. I've been in the same clothes for days."

"You could have come to my side of the room and asked." That smirk on his face was so irritating.

"Yeah that was not happening. I don't like being anywhere near you" Making my way to the door. The big lug wouldn't move. I approached the gap between his body and the door planning to duck under his arm but he inched closer. Our bodies were only a hair width apart, my back pressed against the doorframe.

Why does he always have to cage me in like I'm his prey, I thought.

Looking up into those Obsidian black eyes you would think the black depths were hollow, empty, they weren't. The blackness coiled into my soul, my wolf stirred. She clawed forward wretching me out of control.

"If that were true then why do you smell like me." His voice sounded muffled in my ears like I was in a trance. Busted. I couldn't say it was the only body wash in the shower, he knew it wasn't.

"It was the first bottle I grabbed" my voice was almost a breathy sigh. It felt like I was floating.

"I like my scent on you."

He stroked the back of his hand down my arm. Skin sizzled. Drag me to the depths of hell sir, my wolf was ready to dance with the devil. The intesity of his aura and dominating glare made my skin burn with need. I wished I wasn't so fair skinned, I knew my cheeks were flushed. My excitement and nervousness overwhelmed me as his face became closer. Oh goddess is he going to kiss me? Did I want him to kiss me?

I broke eye contact first.

Beneath his raised arm that sat above my head I caught my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were the pure white of my wolf's, my hips angled toward his seductively, the towel barely held in place.

What the f**k was I doing? Quickly pulling back control and correcting my position and towel, I ran back to my tent.

Shit, s**t, s**t. What the hell was that?

It was dark in the room now so I switch on the lamp, flung the towel off and slipped on a large oversized hoodie and some boxers. Just in time for my makeshift barrier to be ripped out of its ties and torn down.

Deep forest green eyes met mine in fury.

"This stays down from now on." He demanded. Guess the real Prince Wanker was back.

"What...Why?"

"Because you're my prisoner."

"Then why was it ok before?"

"I was trying to give you time to get over your little temper tantrum but it ends now."

"I was already planning to come out and eat. You don't have to destroy my space."

He stared at me then smirked his Goddamn signature smirk but this time it didn't sparkle in his eyes, it was something sinister. This is the side of him that scares me. The side I've tried to hide from and avoid these past few days.

"Watch me." Next second the guards outside the door that I met the other day came in, each grabbing some of the cushions, sheets and anything they could carry.

"Stop. I'm already your prisoner. I haven't asked for anything yet. I just wanted some privacy."

"Prisoners don't get demands" he stepped closer "I was trying to be nice but you had to pull that little stunt and draw my wolf out."

"What stunt?"

"Being naked in my room. You knew I would be coming now with dinner. You have no idea what my wolf is capable of, what he could have done to you."

"What! So its my fault you can't control your wolf. I had no clothes to wear! Why would I put on dirty old clothes when there is a whole wardrobe full of clean ones."

Our voices had escalated. The guards were side eyeing our interaction curiously as they finished clearing away the last of my sanctuary before leaving.

"Stop! You've already taken my parents, my pack, my...friend. All I wanted was a little privacy at least until I'm of age. Don't take that too. PLEASE."

"I do like it when you beg."

"I'm not begging. I'm just asking with manners."

"Sounded like begging. Ask again so I can clarify."

Urgh, he was trying to make me ask again knowing that it would sound like begging. I gritted my teeth. I was not going to beg. I put up with this kind of bullshit at school. People always tried to get a rise out of me. They would say I was weird or a stuck up princess or thought myself to good to train with the rest of the pack.

The boys would pick on me, calling me frigid or snob and the girls reacted jealously of my attention, my status. So I closed off and shut down instead kept my opinions to myself. I told myself to not let them see I was affected by their words and actions because I couldn't retaliate without exposing what I am.

But with Prince Caleb, he already know's what I am. No one knew me here. I had been looking at my situation, pitying myself. Isn't this the excitement and adventure in the outside world I wanted? Sure maybe not quite like this. But, hiding away wasn't going to help me escape. There was no more following my parents rules under the guise of protection, no more avoiding confrontation and fights with my pack members when my wolf or human side is bullied.

Pince Caleb was right, damn it, I had been sulking, throwing a tantrum. And like a child had built this forte to simmer in my own despair. I wasn't going down without a fight.

"You'll never hear me beg."

"We'll see about that."

"You're such an arrogant prick."

"And you're my prisoner."

"Oh yeah, and what exactly are you planning to do with me huh?" I said squaring him up and stepping closer. "Kill me? torture me? f**k me until I bare your pups then reject me? Share me among your men."

"They will never touch what's mine." Anger flashed his Alpha aura flaring.

"So what, you're just gonna wait until I'm 18 to f**k me. That's just sick. What's the difference now or then it won't make me hate you any less."

"I could have had you a hundred times by now. But I don't believe in rape."

"No? So you think that makes you any less of a monster, but destroying packs and kidnapping is fine."

"The Blessed wolf was the only one I've been searching for." His voice low and intense, there was definitely a hidden meaning behind those words.

"Why. What the hell have I done besides not dying at birth? You keep me here against my will, planning to do Goddess knows what to me. I at least have the right to know why."

"No you don't need know anything." He yelled back right in my face.

We were both huffing, breathing the same air. Chests rising and falling in perfect synchronicity. The chemistry between us was charged and for a moment I want to feel his roughness again. I want those big hands to thread in my hair like all those teen romance movies where the bad boy and the innocent girl argue then he grabs her roughly kissing her deeply enough that she forgets her own name.

My belly chose that perfect time to make an obnoxious rumble. Oh Goddess kill me know, so embarrassing.

"Eat."

I glared, thankful that the spell he pinned me under was broken.

There was no point arguing further. He had already turned away in silence pulling at his hair making it boyishly disheveled. Our food had gone cold.

Not as cold as the change in atmosphere between the two of us, it was practically arctic now.

I sliced the juicy meat and popped it in my mouth.

Oh Holy f**k. That is delicious.

I released a moan by accident, how could I not when the meal was devine. No wonder Peggy rules the kitchen, I need to worship at her feet. She can call me whatever she wants so long as she keeps cooking like this.