The Female Alpha's Resistance

Chapter 10

Namirah’s sobs have finally stopped and her breathing has gone back to normal. Gently Demetrius puts her into her bed. As he’s about to leave the room he comes face-to-face with Violetta who’s standing at the door with her arms crossed obviously unimpressed with his actions. He rolls his eyes ignoring her and closes the door behind him before walking off.

“What was that?” Violetta questions with attitude.

“Nothing” he replies bluntly

“It didn’t look like nothing to me.” Demetrius doesn’t even bother to continue his conversation with her and uses his speed to get to his quarters.

After stepping inside he leans up against the wall trying to come to terms with what he had just done. He hates the fact that he allowed himself to feel something. He reminds himself that he shouldn’t be feeling anything but satisfaction that he will soon have an heir. He reminds himself that it doesn’t matter if it means tearing Namirah to pieces on the inside because this is what he wants and he’s going to stop at nothing to get it. However, after embracing his wolf who has been dormant for so many years he feels a shift within himself. He locked his wolf away and left him there in an eternal sleep but now he can hear his wolf quietly whining in the back of his mind and it’s driving him insane. There was a reason he locked his wolf away. His wolf always brought out the nice side of him, the good side and he hates it.

*knock, knock, knock*

“Enter” he says as he moves to sit behind his desk.

“What was that?” Violetta questions him again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh you know very well what I’m talking about” she narrows her eyes at him. He sighs heavily, annoyed at her tone.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting soft?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Violetta.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m not the one who’s being ridiculous.”

“You watch your tone when speaking to me” he growls.

“No you always do that, every time I express my opinion you shut me down by talking about my tone. You need to hear me and you’re going to listen. Don’t lose track of the bigger picture because she had a mental breakdown. Even if you do want to change your mind there’s nothing you can do about it. What’s done is done so get it together” she says before walking out and slamming the door behind her.

Demetrius feels anger pulsing through his body but at the same time he knows she’s right. He picks up a bottle of whiskey and throws it against the wall before marching out of his room. He’s angry, he’s angry at himself and he’s angry at the fact that Violetta was right. He makes his way outside ignoring everybody he comes across. When he makes it outside he takes off through the forest. He stops in his track inhaling deeply. He can smell humans a few miles away, he follows their scent. When he reaches them they look at him confused, he smiles at them showing his fangs. They attempt to run but have no such luck as he catches both of them at the same time and drains them of their blood before dropping their lifeless bodies to the ground. He carries on running through the forest, on his way he manages to kill 7 humans. When he returns to his mansion he sees Violetta and The General standing outside waiting for him. They see his blood stained clothes, Violetta smirks.

“General I want the army on the training grounds in 10 minutes.”

“Yes, Sirt.”

Namirah

I slowly wake up feeling groggy, I’m not even sure what time of the day it is. Suddenly I feel a wave of nausea, I run into the bathroom only just making it to the toilet in time before vomiting. My throat burns from the vomit. I get back up and go to brush my teeth as I look in the mirror I notice how red and puffy my eyes are and that’s when I remember. Kyron came and he told me everything I broke down completely. Everything he told me hurt so much that I could physically feel pain in my chest. Then... was I imagining things or did I really fall asleep in the arms of Demetrius as he held onto me?

Oh goddess no that was real.

I feel shaken to my core just thinking about it... why did he feel warm? I get into the shower trying to wash away every reminder of him, everywhere he touched. I literally want to burn my clothes. We both had a moment of weakness and that can never ever happen again. After my shower I walk past the window that looks outside then I see some commotion. The army is back outside, there’s so many of them I can’t even count how much there are. This time they’re not standing in any sort of lines they’re just gathered in a circle and in the middle is Demetrius saying something to them. As he walks back and forth slowly he’s pointing to them, he looks angry. Suddenly he tells some of them to come forward, I count 10 soldiers. In less than a minute he kills them. Why the hell is he killing his own army?!

Then I see Violetta standing on the side-lines with her sinister smirk. The General is next to her but I can’t tell what he’s thinking behind his mask. I sit at the window watching them being trained in hand-to-hand combat. I wonder what they are, humans? Wolves? Vampires? And what’s with the masks?

Then I see Demetrius throw one of them back. It angers the soldier, he throws his mask to the ground and shifts into his wolf. He runs at Demetrius but Demetrius just grabs him by the throat and slams him onto the ground before stomping on his head crushing his skull. He does everything so effortlessly, he’s going to be hard to kill.

It’s been a few hours since watching their army. I’m in the bathroom when I hear my door open I come out to find Demetrius in my room. You wouldn’t even think just yesterday he was comforting me he’s back to his cold self.

“You will be joining us for dinner” he says nonchalantly.

“No.”

“Don’t make this hard for yourself.”

“I’m not going.”

“You really don’t want to anger me, Namirah.”

“What are you going to do? You hurt me then your hurt OUR son” I say.

His jaw ticks once, then in one swift movement he has me up against the wall by my throat. I smile at him through the pain.

“He’s not in your throat now is he?”

“Keep going... Demetrius... kill... me... and lose... him.”

He lets go of my throat, I slump down to the floor clutching on to my throat.

“There you are, there’s the real you. I was wondering who that was yesterday” I torment him.

He looks down at me with anger in his eyes. He leans down putting a new set of silver cuffs on my wrists. I wince at the pain and burn it causes.

“We have a guest tonight, behave.”

“Oh goody” I say sarcastically then he pulls me up off the floor.

“Let’s go” he says before walking out of the room with me.