NADIA SIMPSON
"I would really love to kill you, Mate, but my wolf won't let me." My mate whispers in my ears with a look so sinister, it almost made me shit my pants.
Turning to his warriors, he gives them a go ahead…the permission to beat his mate as much as they want. "Do what you do best, boys and when you're done, throw her back to the hole she crawled out of."
With that, I watch my mate turn his back on me, walk back to his car and drive off.
Hope blossoms in me when the car comes back and through the blurriness of my eyes, I see him move towards me. I thought he felt bad for what he did but the opposite was the case.
"I, Asher Black, reject you, a worthless rogue, as my mate. It would be in your best interest to accept my rejection, mutt." He grips my face until my eyes meet his cold ones. "If you don't, I will haunt you down, torture you until you accept the rejection. Then, I will skin you alive."
The pain and betrayal of my mate's rejection doesn't last long because soon, black dots cloud my vision until I feel myself transition to the moon goddess.
I never thought I would die this young, neither did I ever imagine dying because of them mate. I always thought I would die in HIS hands but I guess things don't always work as we plan them.
Fate can be a fucking bitch.
I wake up to a pounding headache and sore muscles everywhere. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my teeth to the familiar feeling. I haven't felt this way in a long time.
I try pulling my hands down to my face but they are stopped by something wrapped around my wrists. My eyes snap open, immediately flying to my wrists. They are tied to the headboard of a bed by a rope.
I tried yanking my hands but that just made the headboard smack off the wall.
"There is no use in trying, you are too weak to break the rope." A voice speaks up, startling me.
Jumping, I search the room until my eyes land on a man. A very handsome muscular man.
Extremely hot.
I don't say anything, I just sit with my mouth hanging open. I don't know what to say.
Honestly, I just want to curl up in a ball and cry my heart out.
I thought I died. I really thought I did. I genuinely felt my soul leave my body.
But here I am, in a situation worse than death.
The fear of being kidnapped by HIM and HIS man overwhelms me so much that I suspend the pain of rejection from my mate. In fact, I almost forgot I met my mate and he rejected me. The most important thing right now is escaping.
The man, who had been watching me, begins to move towards me like a predator about to devour its prey.
I freeze, different scenarios of what he would do to me running through my head.
My fight or flight instincts immediately kicked in. I can't run away for obvious reasons, neither can I fight.
I am weak and can't even feel my wolf. I must have been injected with wolfsbane.
Even if I am not weak, I am a hundred percent sure that I wouldn't try to fight the stranger off.
I have always been a coward and I will always be one. I always accept whatever fate brings without putting up a fight.
This isn't the first time something like this would happen. HE always made men keep an eye on me knowing fully well that they'll take advantage of the situation…of me.
I closed my eyes tightly, hoping he is a five minute man and this would be over as soon as it started. I highly doubt it though, he looks too attractive and athletic to be a five minute man.
I don't feel his hands roaming my body like the other man I'm kept with. Neither do I hear the smacking of lips in lust and anticipation like the usual dutch bags do.
This forces me to open my eyes to watch him and I realise that he has paused movement.
He moves again, walking over to me without saying a word, then unties my wrists. I tense up as his hands grace my skin.
I focus on what he is doing and watch him intensely as he walks around the bed to untie my other hand.
I sit still, afraid of what he might do to me if I move. He might think I am trying to make a run for it and I know that won't end well for me.
He doesn't seem to have any intention of hurting me but then again, this might be a sick game to him.
Once he is done untying my hands, he crouches in front of me, staring at me like I am an object of fascination in a zoo. "Are you dumb or just suicidal? Why would any rogue in his or her right senses walk into the Night shadow pack? Also, how the hell did you get out alive?"
My eyes widen once the name of the pack registers in my head.
I walked into the Night shadow pack. The Night shadow pack's alpha is my mate.
I am mated to a heartless beast.
"You are probably the first and only rogue to walk…well, get thrown out of the Night shadow pack in one piece. From the rumors I heard, they torture rogues, kill them, cut them into tiny pieces and make a delicious rogue soup which is used to initiate new warriors."
I gage as the image plays in my mind. I really didn't need that information.
Realising that I do not know who the stranger was and why he helped me, I turn to him with a suspicious look clouding my face. "Who are you? And why did you help me?"