A Maiden's Dilemma

Wake Up

Harris felt dismayed at her words.

"Look at you," he growled, his tongue searching for words to say, "I saved you. You were almost bleeding to death. Is this how you choose to repay me?"

Bella thought he looked flustered. She liked him enough already, but she was wary about telling anybody outside of her pack that she was an Alpha's daughter. More so since her parents were no more. Her father, had a lot of enemies, and so she did not want to reveal much about herself to anyone.

"That does not mean that I owe you anything" she said to him. "And how on earth can you even tell that I did not want to die? Did I tell you that you I wanted to be saved?"

They were tears swelling up her eyes at the time.

"Are you crying?" he asked.

"No. I just need some privacy. Let me be for now."

"This my room."

She looked around the place and noticed a portrait of his hanging on the wall.

"Okay," she began, "I appreciate what you did, but now I need to go. If you will just excuse me, I will be on my way."

She walked towards him and was about reaching to the exit when he grabbed her by the arm. "You are not going anywhere," he growled at her "not untill you tell me who you are, and what you are doing in our territory, and which Pack you belong to."

She looked at his eyes, about to draw her arm away from his strong gripping hands, but once again both their wolves went wild in their heads. —"Mate!"

Their both held each other's eyes for a few seconds, unable to move in their lust for one another. They could feel tensions erupt in their bodies, like electricity running through every cell of their being.

He was grabbing her arm, from her arm, he reached out to hold her by her waist, drawing her closer to him. To the point where he could feel her breath on his chest. She also moved her and towards him, feeling his waist with her fingers. Her hands lingered on his V line which she kept feeling. She went more downwards and felt the bulge on his trouser.

"We should not be doing this," he whispered to her ears. His breath was steamy "We just met. You know that."

But at that time, their lips were already plastered to one another, causing an electrical feeling to erupt in both their brains. Their hairs stood erect on each other's skin. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

But after those words, he immediately got back to her senses, drawing away from him. "You are right. I don't even know you. I need to go."

She blushed. Within herself. A few minutes ago she did not want to tell him anything because she was afraid he could be one of her father's enemies. But just now she was locked up in a steamy position with him. Her eyes looked to the floor, avoiding his piercing gaze.

"No you have to stay here" he said to her. "You still have a lot of questions to answer. We will not let you go that easily. You are even quite lucky that you are with me, if my brother had caught you, you would be thrown in the dungeons and interrogated.

She stared at his eyes once more after he uttered those words. "So why did you not throw me to the dungeon?"

"Well, because—" He became frozen in speech. "Because."

Her eyes were staring into his soul with every glare. He felt stripped and naked in front of her.

"What happened? You can't answer my question?"

"I don't have time for this," he said, waving her off and turning away towards the door. "I have somewhere else to be."

"Wait. Let me out of here." She yelled at him as he shut the door behind her.

"You don't have to keep me locked up here, goddamit!" She screamed at the ceiling. I don't like this. I don't like it at all."

She felt a powerless sensation ripple through her bones that made her feel weak. Her knees shook and she fell on the bed. Her eyes began watering.

"I am really nothing but weak" she mumbled out of her mouth as she sobbed. Soon her sadness turned into anger for herself.

"My parents just got killed, yet here I am, having a mate bond with someone I just met a few moments ago."

On the other side of the door was Harris. His heart was pounding deep within his chest, and at that moment, he wished for nothing more than to tear down the door between he and Bella—whose name he still did not know—and have her as he pleased. But he knew that he could not afford that. He had something else to live for. Something that he wished to achieve with all his might.

'What the hell am I doing?' He held his head with both hands, as though he was in a frenzy and was trying to have himself comported.

Immediately he had whiff of his brother's scent catch his nose. "Levi is here."

Truthfully he was. A man with sliver hair braided to both sides of his head walked towards him in the hallway.

"Greetings, Alpha Levi" he greeted, bowing down.

"Oh how many times have I told you, brother?" the silver haired man began in a cheerful tone. "You do not have to greet me in the manner of the servants. For we might have different mothers, but we still share the same father. His blood, the blood of the Whitemane family still courses through our veins. You should know that."

"Oh spare me all of that, brother" Harris interjected. "You are my Alpha. If there is anybody that should greet you the most, it most certainly should be me."

Levi grinned. "Well as you should know, I just became Alpha a few years ago. I am still just a normal person. And speaking about being Alpha, mother has been quite incessant, about me finding a Luna for myself. She keeps bringing different women to me to pick from. I don't like anyone of them."

"Why not?"

"No mate bond has happened. You know it has to be natural, right? Speaking of that, how about you, you have not gotten a mate bond yet, right?"

Harris was lost in thought immediately. Should he tell his step brother that he just had a mate bond, or.

"No" he lied. "I have not as well."