CHAPTER 7
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X Chapter seven X
Wren froze when she heard his voice.
“Oh… so you’re really awake.”
Sasha’s gaze locked onto her, sharp and unreadable. She had forgotten she was pretending to sleep. Her whole body still ached, weak and heavy, but she slowly lifted a trembling hand to wipe the tear that slipped down her cheek.
“Havan. Leave.” Sasha’s tone was firm, not loud—just final.
Havan blinked in shock, clearly wanting to ask a thousand questions, but he knew better.
“Right—yeah, I’m off,” he said quickly before slipping out of the room like a startled cat.
The door clicked shut.
Silence.
Wren swallowed hard, eyes glued to the floor, doing everything she could to avoid looking at the boy who had thrown grown men through windows.
Sasha stepped closer, arms crossed, his presence thick and suffocating.
“Wren,” he said quietly, “do you know what’s going on here?”
She said nothing. Instead, she turned her face toward the window, nails digging nervously into the blanket.
“Can you please talk to me?” Sasha’s voice softened, but there was still that cold edge underneath.
“I… I don’t know,” Wren whispered, her voice cracking. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
Her eyes watered again, tears gathering faster than she could blink them away.
Sasha exhaled slowly.
“Fine. Then I’ll explain briefly.” His eyes studied her like she was a puzzle he’d waited years to touch. “My name is Sasha Ronoarh. I’m the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack. I rule the entire Junesia territory.”
Wren stared at him, stunned… horrified.
“And you,” he continued, “are my mate.”
Wren’s breath hitched.
“H-how can I be the mate of a wolf? I’m human—I’m not like you so it's impossible!”
Sasha didn’t even flinch.
“Wren, it doesn’t matter if you’re human or wolf whatever you are. What matters is that you’re mine. And you stay beside me. At all cost.”
“I don’t want to be here!” she burst out suddenly, her voice trembling like a child’s. “I want to go home! I want to see my brother—I want to go back to school—”
“Go back home?” Sasha’s eyes darkened. A low, humorless chuckle escaped him. “You mean the home where your grandmother SOLD you? To Vina Ronoarh? For money?”
Wren’s mouth fell open.
He whispered the next words like a blade slipping between ribs.
“And you want to go back to her? Are you even thinking straight?”
She blinked fast, tears spilling freely.
“Are you planning to keep me here because of this ‘mate’ thing? I don’t even know what’s harder to believe—werewolves are real, or that my grandmother… did that to me.” Her voice broke. “You don’t understand. My heart hurts. Everything hurts.”
Sasha’s eyes flickered, something unreadable crossing his expression.
“Listen carefully,” he said, stepping closer. “You may do whatever you want—but you are NOT going back to where you came from. I won’t cage you. I won’t restrict you. But you should know… you’re mine.”
The intensity in his voice made her breath hitch.
“Fine…” she whispered. “I won’t go home. But why should I trust you? Your mother nearly murdered me. What if you do the same?”
“Why,” Sasha said quietly, “would I ever kill someone I’ve been searching for… for years?”
His eyes widened a little—
as if he realized too late what he just confessed.
“What?” Wren gasped.
“Forget that,” he muttered quickly, confidence cracking for the first time.
Wren held her blanket tighter, whispering, “I want to go to school. I still have to go to school.”
“You want to go to school?” he repeated, eyebrows lifting. “Fine then. I won’t stop you. Go to school. Do whatever you want. But—”
His tone hardened again.
“—you will not go back to that place.”
“...Okay,” she whispered. Then she lifted her chin, trying to be brave. “Can you leave now?”
“Why should I?” Sasha asked simply.
Wren blinked in disbelief. “B-because I want to take a shower. Please just… leave. And lock the door behind you.”
“Why would I do that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Huh?” Wren stared at him like he’d grown two heads.
“It’s not like there’s anything I haven’t seen, by the way... you know those spots on your chest are very small.” he said casually.
Wren’s soul left her body.
Instantly.
“What—WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!” she squeaked.
“Who do you think changed your clothes?” Sasha asked, raising an eyebrow.
She looked down.
She was wearing completely different clothing.
Her face went white.
Then red.
Then pale again.
Then every color of humiliation available.
“You—YOU SAW ME NAKED?!” she yelled, clutching the blanket to her chest.
“I told you already.” Sasha smirked, leaning over just slightly. “You’re mine. Everything… every part of you… belongs to me. Don’t be so surprised.”
Wren’s scream broke the sound barrier.
Sasha chuckled, unfazed. “Relax. I’ll go get you clothes. Enjoy your bath.”
He winked.
Actually winked.
Then shut the door.
Click.
“AHHHHHHHH!”
Wren screamed into the pillow, kicking her legs in pure mortified horror.
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