THE ALPHA'S FATED BRIDE

Chapter 4

Liam

She said nothing and she did not move. I could still smell the fear in her bones, but she did not move. I raked a hand through my hair. Just today, I'd been packed full of crazy news. First, about rogue werewolves under my rule, and then, this—this woman who seemed like she could very well be hiding a mountain of secrets from me. "Nice try," I growled. "There is no way you are leaving until I find out what I want to do.”

She looked into my eyes again, and I could see tears shimmering in her eyes. “Sarah!" I yelled.

Sarah came in through the door and bowed slightly. "Get me the driver. I'm heading out to the Hayden's Household. This…monstrosity better be out of my damn garden before I get back!"

“Liam," she began.

I pushed her back against the wall and circled her neck with my hands. She was slender and pale beneath me. "You dare call me by my name?!"

"I'm sorry," she corrected, limply. "Alpha Liam, I understand how this might look, but I can assure you that I am telling the truth. I have no memory of…” “Keep your excuse to yourself, damn it!” I yelled, even more angry by her words and her-filled excuses.

I walked out of the room without looking back. I didn't know why there was a twisted feeling inside of me but I promised myself that I would get to the bottom of it all.

The howling came to an abrupt end, and the door creaked open. I sat upright in bed just as a man appeared, claws out, watching me. "I didn't try to leave," I whispered.

He looked unfamiliar and strange, and I didn't know what to do except climb out of the bed. He edged closer, and before I knew what was happening, he pounced on me. "Why don’t we play a game," he said to me. "All you have to do is be quiet and gentle, and I promise not to hurt you."

"Who are you?" I asked as my face flushed.

"Well, you don't have to know that," he growled. The wolf was big and looked dangerous, but he was also a bit afraid, like he couldn't exactly tell the extent to which I would react. The problem was that with my memory gone, my ability to shift was fuzzy too. It was unpredictable, and very soon, he sensed it. "So that is how it’s going to play, right?" I asked and curved my arm out. He came at me and pushed his hands against my sides, close to my breasts.

His hands stung, and at once I pushed him off and slapped him hard across his cheeks. He stood still for a long time, and when he looked at me again, his eyes flashed a sickly yellow. He growled, and his claws stretched forward. He bent his head to the side and then yanked my shoulders and shook my hand. It grazed my skin, and blood pooled around slowly. I yelped as he overpowered me and pushed me against the wall. My head hit it hard, and I cried out in panic and pain. I was still too weak from being found at the ditch. I didn't need more of this.

"You b***h!" He snarled as he punched me, and I stumbled backward and hit my head at the side of the bed. I shut my eyes firmly and held the pain as a single tear rolled down my eyes. The pain was making it hard for me to breathe, but I continued to drag. He was standing above me now, with sharp eyes and heavy breathing. The claws dug into my skin. "Stop it!" I screeched, crying. I thought I'd been saved from the ditch, but this was terrible. And worse, I couldn't fight him off no matter how hard I tried. He knelt down with me between him and began to touch me all over.

His hands were on my face, my wrist, my breasts, and I tried, with all my might, to push him off.

"Stop fighting you b***h," he yelled and slammed my hands against the concrete. With him on top of me, the anger doubled, but more so, the pain in my body was too much to bear. I tried to scream, but nothing formed. Was this how I died? Used and then torn to shreds by someone from my own species?

I tried to wriggle myself away from his hold, but I couldn't because of how strong he was. Backed up by a strange need to have me for himself and to make me as submissive as can be, the man continued to hold me with such strength. holds me down with such fierceness. I pushed hard against him. I was fighting this hard not to be touched by someone like him because he made my skin crawl. "Please stop," I cried. He held my hands down and began to talk. "You think you’re so special, huh?"

If I felt special in some way, I didn't think I’d be here in a house with all of these people without knowing how I got here. I spat at him, and he smacked my cheeks again. "There’s a hit out for you," he said to me. There was a grudge in his voice, but beneath that, I could tell that he meant it. "We ought to kill you. No one loves you, and certainly no one is coming after you."

"That’s a lie," I whispered, but even my argument was shaky.

He smirked and continued to hold me down. "Then why isn’t anyone coming?"

I said nothing, stopped moving. He touched my breasts again, his hands coming around to my chest to caress it through my shirt. I didn’t think for the next part. I simply acted. I got an arm loose from his hold and scratched his face. He yelped and pulled away.