Chapter 16: His Room
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-Wylder-
Helena was very easy to shock. Especially if it came to anything s*xual. She would grow silent right away, and it just showed me how little she had been pleased. I was going to change that. I was going to change a lot of damn things.
“Stop that,” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“Doing that…”
“Doing what?” I liked to play with her. It was always very amusing to see her reaction.
“M-Making those… remarks or saying something like that,” she stammered.
“Why?” I asked her.
“Because it makes me… think!”
I chuckled, and I knew she hadn’t meant it like that. She meant thinking about what it was I meant.
“I mean… I meant…” she whispered.
“I know what you meant,” I chuckled.
Helena sighed and fell back against her chair, sighing deeply.
“Well, I am glad I can amuse you,” she said.
“You certainly do,” I replied.
She looked at me, annoyed, and I nodded to the food.
“Keep eating,” I told her.
“You’re very authoritative,” she hissed.
“Well, I am an alpha.”
“Yes, and despite that, I will go to work tomorrow.”
“Try it,” I challenged.
“Oh, I will,” she shot back.
We engaged in a silent staring contest for a moment, daring each other to make a move, before Helena resumed eating. Oh, she could try, but she would quickly learn why that was such a mistake.
Oh, let’s hope she flees. We will chase her down and tie her to the bed, and then we will ensure she will never want to leave it.
I like that idea, I thought.
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After we had eaten, I believed Helena needed some rest. Today had been quite long for her, and she had been through a lot. So I brought her back to my room, but when she stepped inside, she sniffed the air and quickly realized it was not a random or unoccupied room I had chosen. No, it was mine.
“What am I doing in here?” she stammered.
She glanced at her bag, placed on the enormous, king-sized bed at the other end of the room. She eyed the bag, as if contemplating grabbing it and running.
“You’re staying here, of course,” I told her.
She shook her head, and I chuckled.
“No, I am not,” she snapped.
“You are, though,” I said, walking further inside.
“Wylder!”
“Yes, beautiful?”
“Stop calling me that!” she hissed.
“But it’s true,” I insisted. “It fits you perfectly.”
She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “I want my own room.”
“This is your room,” I corrected her.
“No, it’s yours!”
“More like ours now.” I sat down on a couch in the middle of the room, smiling at her as I placed an arm on the back of the couch and patted the seat beside me. “Come here.”
“No.”
“Little mate, I will keep my hands to myself… for now.”
She seemed uncertain, but eventually walked over and sat down at the other end of the couch. I chuckled.
“You will sleep here,” I informed her.
“But I just said…”
“As my mate, it wouldn’t be right if you didn’t sleep here,” I insisted.
“I might be your mate, but we have not marked each other and I have not accepted you as mine, meaning I get to have my own room.”
“I am not changing my mind about this,” I asserted.
“Maybe I am not either.”
She was very stubborn, my mate. She would keep me on my toes, but I enjoyed it quite a bit actually. I laughed a little and shook my head.
“This is your room,” I reiterated.
Helena stood up, glaring at me. “If you won’t take me to another, then I will find one myself!”
She turned around, but I shot up from the couch quickly and placed myself right behind her. Just as she opened the door, I pressed my hand against it and slammed it shut. I could hear her gasp, not expecting me to do that. Now I was pressed up against her, and I relished the sensation of her warm body against mine. It felt amazing, and I hoped she would let me get closer soon so I could really touch her.
“You’re not going anywhere, little mate,” he asserted.
She slowly turned, her eyes widening, and I regretted making her feel scared.
“Am I your prisoner now?” she whispered.
“You belong in this room,” I stated.
“I belong where I choose to belong.”
I smiled inwardly. Always so defiant, the little one, I thought.
“I can’t allow you to sleep elsewhere,” I informed her.
“Why not?” She crossed her arms.
“You lack much experience with being mates, huh? Despite being the only one who has had one before,” I taunted.
“We were barely mates,” she remarked.
“What does that imply?”
“It means he removed me five seconds after discovering we were mates.”
I looked at her, surprised. “Five seconds?”
“Yes... possibly the quickest rejection in history... right?” she mocked.
I sighed and shook my head. “He was a fool.”
She appeared surprised by my statement, not expecting me to say this, but again, I didn’t care where Helena came from. I just wanted her, and she needed to hear me.
“Listen,” I addressed her. “You do belong in this room. It feels wrong to me if you sleep elsewhere, and it gives the impression that something is amiss between us. That we won’t accept each other.”
“We won’t!” she exclaimed.
“Helena!”
She regarded me as if she didn’t perceive the problem.
“I do desire you,” I affirmed. “And I don’t want my pack to think otherwise.”
“Why not?” she inquired.
“It creates... uncertainty if the alpha and luna aren’t in sync. It sends the wrong message, and it often alarms the pack members. We are the pillars. You and I connect it all. If you are not in my room, what does that imply?” he explained.
She seemed to grasp what I was conveying, but I quickly realized that Helena, of course, had never been part of a pack. She didn’t understand what it meant to be connected to an alpha and luna who brought power and stability to the pack.
“I see...” she whispered.
“If you sleep elsewhere... it wouldn’t reassure the members. It would unsettle them,” I added.
“But... I’m not truly a part of the pack,” she mentioned.
“We represent something.”
She sighed and averted her gaze for a moment. I couldn’t quite discern her inner thoughts, but then she turned her head and appeared to concede.
“Fine!” she groaned.
“What?” I inquired.
“I will sleep in here.”
“You will?” It honestly surprised me that she didn’t resist more. I had anticipated it.
“What? Don’t you want me to now?” she questioned.
I chuckled softly, and I thought I detected a faint smile on her lips. “I do.”
“Very well, then,” she agreed. “I will sleep here. But I have rules!”
She moved past me, and I smiled.
“Of course you do.”
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