Chapter 4
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The strong light coming on her face from the window caused Arianna to open her eyes and instantly close them back. She tried opening her eyes once more and was able to at last settle her vision; she shielded her eyes from the sun by using her left hand across her face.
She sat up and looked around her, her head aching terribly but trying to find her place. Her line of sight dropped on a man just then. She knew who he was in a moment.
"So you're finally awake?" He inquired, his expression worried.
"Where am I? who are you really? You brought me here for what? Why did you kidnap me? She probed him relentlessly with questions.
"Just try to cool down; you have been out for some hours so it is not good to stress right now." Approaching her, he cautioned.
" shuts the f**k up! Just let me go. You kidnapped me, how dare you advise me to cool down? Act neither all coy with me or as though you truly care.
Tell me why you abducted me and how much you would be ready to pay to release me. My parents make really good money.
She blurted, her voice clearly angry.
Saying those words, she felt her wrath gradually turn to melancholy.
How would her parents handle learning of her sudden disappearance? At the time, her mother's health wasn't very good, thus she worried the woman might not be able to absorb the shock.
And concerning Valentin? His next course of action was... Had they known she had been taken? Right now were they looking for her? Though apprehensively, she couldn't help but wonder. The sound of a strong sigh pulled her from her thoughts.
The reality is I simply want you; I do not want your money. Loki said only. He had no notion just how he was going to make her grasp everything. You know, You're f*****g crazy, really crazy. Not only do you abduct me during my engagement party, but you also claim to be the best friend of my fiancé. What then is my supposed action right now?
Praise you and drop into your arms, committing my lifetime love." She questioned cynically, a sour smirk adhering to her gorgeous face.
Loki understood that had another lady have spoken this, she would be dead by
now, but Arianna was his mate; his mating link prevented him from becoming enraged with her.
"Listen to me; first you have to learn the truth. I am not like any other person.... He started; Arianna cut him off.
Indeed, you are not. Simply said, you are a psycho. She shot back.
"Aarrgh! Will you simply shut up and pay attention? He asked, his tone annoyed.
His voice somewhat stunned Arianna, so she decided to say nothing.
She wouldn't know this man's intentions for her hence it would be best to avoid aggravating him even more.
I go by the name Loki Blackwood. I'm a werewolf, the Alpha of the Crystal Moon pack notwithstanding your beliefs or not."
Wanting to present the truth in bits so Arianna would grasp and perhaps be able to work with Loki, Loki revealed.
Adrianna burst into a loud laugh and hardly knew it. Did this man truly believe she was a 14-year-old believing in such absurdities? Alternatively was he simply playing with her for fun?
Loki wrinkled at her response since she didn't find it humorous. Why could she find the fact so difficult to grasp? Arianna washed the tiny tears from laughing so hard at the corners of her eyes.
She straightened elegantly and spoke boldly, cool and forceful. "Do you really believe that?" If you find me to be believing in such rubbish, you must be quite insane. Tell me what you actually want instead of toy with me.
Better still, find out who hired you; I guarantee I'll pay you twice the salary the guy did."
Trying to keep his cool, Loki inhaled deeply. Since he turned eighteen and became leader, he had always been eager for his mate to arrive.
Like any other girl in the pack, he had always pictured his future Luna to be beautiful, friendly, and rather submissive, but the woman standing in front of him differed was a total reverse of what he had anticipated.
Well, aside from her look. He always wanted to be the dominant one in the relationship; she was irrational and unquestionably stubborn, and he surely disliked it. That was meant to be the way things were.
Just as he was ready to talk, a voice interrupted him; this time, it wasn't Arianna's'. "Good morning, Alpha. I apologize for bothering you; Zita is coming to visit you. As he went into the room, a man said.
Loki looked over to William, his right-hand guy and pal. "Didn't I say I wanted no disturbances while I'm with my mate?" Loki pointed at him and barked.
"I'm sorry Alpha, just that Zita..." Loki wasn't ready to let Williams complete his explanation. "Send her away now!" He gave an order. As you wish Alpha. Williams said, bent and turned away.
The discourse that had just passed in Arianna's presence left her mute. She was his destined mate; could it be truly feasible that he was indeed the Alpha of a real werewolf pack?
She shook her head as if to toss such ideas. Not that it couldn't be. That was hardly even feasible. Though they were merely a fantasy and a profit source for the entertainment business, werewolves were not real.
This man had to be lying; what happened just now had to have been scheduled to perplex her. She inhaled deeply to help her persuade herself.
Are you alright, Arianna? With his hand on her shoulder, he asked. She seemed lost, and he started to worry.
She moved his hand away from her with great vigor. "You liar, stay away from me. I have no idea what your goal is or why I should care. I only worry about my freedom; kindly let me leave.
I'm an innocent girl and before I purposefully didn't damage anyone. Please let me leave; shortly I will be married to the love of my life. Please. Arianna cried out in pleading.
Maybe this man would consider releasing her if she begged because he had obviously turned down her offer of money.
As Arianna begged, Loki felt an ache to his heart. He never knew that a woman's behavior would ever be able to cause him this kind of damage. Why she found it so difficult to believe him eluded him.
He concluded that in this case only action would be louder than words as the time for them was over.
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