Alphas broken mate

Testing ones patients is a tricky game

Beast

His words echoing in the open space made me freeze for a moment. My feet were about to touch the ground, but now they were frozen mid-air.

What made me freeze were not his words but rather the tone of his voice. There was an icy coldness to it. You could say that it is the closest to anger Daniel ever sounded. I think I have only heard this tone of voice maybe a few times, and they were all in intense emergency situations.

The thing with Daniel, is that he rarely gets angry, but when he does... let's just say no one wants to get in his line of sight then. His anger is not as fiery and destructive as mine, because his emotions are more like a sea or some other deep body of water, that is strong, and it will wash away everything in its way when push comes to shove. There is no stopping him or making him change his mind. He will carry out his icy calm anger plan no matter what.

In the past, the only time he got mad, like really, really mad, was when his father pushed me too far through too many meetings while I was a bit sick. Over-exhausting myself mixed with the flu sent me to the healers after I fainted.

Daniel was the one that found me and carried me to the healers after I collapsed. He sat with me for an hour just to make sure that I was okay and then disappeared after he was sure that I was okay. The whole time he sat with me, I could feel the storm brewing in him that was very close to the surface. It was concerning and freaky at the same time as he rarely projected any emotions close to this. I could almost feel darkness and flames of rage radiating from him.

When he finally returned, he had a bandage on his right hand. I asked what happened, he just brushed it off as nothing serious, but not even for a moment did I believe him. Getting home with bruises or cuts... disappearing without telling anyone anything in the first place was something I would do, not him. It was completely out of charter for him and I had a sinking feeling that it was bad.... and that it was all my fault.

To this day, I don't know for sure what happened, as neither he nor his father told me what happened. I had my suspicions, especially when, from that day on, Daniel was the one planning my agenda, making sure that I never ended up in a situation like this.

And so, right now, I feel the same energy radiating from him as I did back then when he was furious. Ther same flames of rage and darkness were seeping out to the surface making my stomach turn... and I cannot shake the feeling that I was once again the one to blame for this mood.

"I told you to not walk until your feet are healed, so get back to bed before you hurt yourself even more, or goddess helps me I will tie you to this bed."

His words more growl than real words and a small part of me, that I was sure died a long time ago, stirred to life.

For some reason, my body liked the idea of him binding me to the bed, and for a good few seconds, I considered getting up to just piss him off, so he would carry out his threat.

I stopped myself before I could do anything stupid and pushed those thoughts away. There is no space for them and anything like that, especially because we are too far gone for anything like that to happen. I can't let myself get involved with him again, not that I think he would want to touch me after what happened.

My mind turned to that night... and a wave of guilt and regret filled my chest.

No.

I would rather chew my own hand off then put him in danger like that again.

To cool myself down and stop whatever was brewing in me, I took a deep breath and scooted back to bed, indicating that I had given up and that I was listening to him.

For a moment he said nothing as he slowly walked into the room while his eyes stayed complete concentrated on my face.

"Good girl."

Shit...

I felt as those words affected my body.

Why did he have to say that?

Why did my body have to react like this?

Why do those two words still have to have the same effect they had on me all those years ago?

Back then he used to abuse them so much, knowing full well what effect it had on me. With those two little words, he used to drive me crazy, teasing me to the point where I would go almost feral for him, and then he would pretend that nothing happened. Teasing and pushing my buttons in the most masterful way.

This man had complete control over me. With only two words, he brought me to my knees. I guess that was one the few things that did not change.

Fuck.

He must have noticed my reaction because, with a little smirk on his face, he sank onto the bed next to me.

"Good to see that not only your love for food stayed the same."

My cheeks went bright red as I looked down at the sheets, refusing to meet his eyes, knowing full well what I would see if I looked up at him. My reaction to his words was just as embarrassing as it was back then.

As I was distracted by my own embarrassment, I did not notice his hand that moved to the leg closest to him. His fingers wrapped around my ankle and he slowly lifted it. Instinctively, I tried to kick his hand away, but he was fast to react as always. He released a low growl, freezing me in place.

"I need to check if it's healing okay, calm down."

Everything in me screamed for me to move away. His closeness was making it hard for me to breathe, not to mention that the embarrassing reaction to his words had not disappeared but grew as warm fingers tightened around my ankle.

For a moment, I considered running. I know that I could get away if I surprised him... but I would not get that far. He wouldn't even need to physically stop me. One word in his alpha voice and I would fall to my knees in front of him... not that I had a chance of getting away from here even if I ran.

As his fingers moved on my naked skin, a shiver and goosebumps covered my skin. I know that he noticed my reaction to him, because a familiar smirk filled his face.

The smirk on his face got even wider as he slowly untied the bandage from my foot and every time he touched me, I would take a deep breath in trying to face myself to stay in place.

It was so obvious that skin-to-skin contact with him had an effect on me as it always did. At that moment, I was really considering kicking him in the face and running, just to stop him from smirking. I really considered it knowing full well that I would end up face-down on the floor a few seconds later with him on top of me... but maybe that was why I was considering it.

NO!

I had to keep myself in check.

What happened last time, cannot be repeated... goddess only knows if this time I would not k...

No, I don't want to even consider that as a possibility.

Needing to get my mind out of it, I looked up, and my eyes stopped on his neck, where the scar of my bite was still clearly visible for the whole world to see.

It covered most of his neck and looked like something out of a horror movie.

All female wolves leave a tiny delicate scar on their mate's neck... but the one I left on Daniel's neck was the size of a wild beast's attack...