Chapter 8: Unwilling

After an all-night walk, Allan had brought her to an apartment. Althea had no idea where they were or what she would do. There was nothing she could do as long as he was observable, observing all her actions.

"All right, my sweet little mate," Allan says for the first time since they got home. Althea raises her tired eyes at him. In a dark moment, he sings, "Now you should listen to me," he said as she looks up to see him smirking at her.

He snatches her arm as she whimpers, "See these marks?" he asks, pointing to her scars. She gives a slow nod. "That means I am the only one who is allowed to do that because you are mine, all your body belongs to me and I know when I'm the one doing that it turns you on, you feel more pleasure than pain, right?" he smirked causing her to feel embarrassed when she remembered what they do earlier.

Allan then licks his lips and looks over at her to see how she reacts. Her face blushed. "He's a psycho!" she said angrily to herself, clenching her fist.

He looked her in the eyes. Althea could already feel her knees weakening. He wields considerable power. She can sense it alongside his warmth.

Her heart pounded against her chest, racing. Her stomach was filled with butterflies once more. His fingers wrapped around her arm, sending electricity throughout her body and causing her heart to race even faster. She felt a stronger pull toward him.

Allan gets up to answer the doorbell when it suddenly rings. She turned to see a Jollibee delivery man. "Could he have recognized Allan? He was the most heinous serial killer in werewolf history," she said to herself, hoping that she can ask for help from the delivery man but she failed.

Allan returned to the living room as she noticed him with Jollibee's food. He set it down and opened it, filling her nostrils with the aroma of spaghetti and fried chicken. All food would have been in her stomach by now if it hadn't been for this situation.

"What's wrong is my little wolfy afraid to eat?" Allan jokes as he bites into his fried chicken. Althea remains silent, sitting on the bed. This was his bedroom and living room, a cramped quarter for a big man. He rolls his eyes as he tears off a piece of paper and hands it to her.

She pauses for a moment before taking it and inspecting the small piece. She puts it in her mouth and eats it because she is hungry. She hadn't eaten in a few days and was nearly starving. She needs to force herself to be strong to survive in her situation right now.

Althea lowered her gaze. She refuses to look him in the eyes and makes her feel emotions she does not want to feel toward him. All she wants now is to return home.

She examined her jeans. They were ripped or cut to make shorts. The scratches extended up her thighs. Some of the scratches and bites had been sewn shut.

"Here's the rest. I want you to finish it all," he says, twisting the fried chicken in her direction. She looked up at him, puzzled. "If you behave well then I might be good at you but if you became so stubborn you know what will happen to you," Allan said in his serious tone. Althea then nodded, understanding what kind of stubbornness he was referring to.

She felt a shiver run down her spine. She shut the box and set it beside her for later. She wasn't particularly hungry right now she did have an appetite. She had difficulty eating around people especially when it was her mate, her serial killer mate that she hated the most.

Allan stood up, and her gaze followed him as he sat next to her. She hopped to the right after he moved her hair behind her shoulder. Althea doesn't want to be marked by him, despite her wolf's wishes it. Unfortunately, Althea was in control now.

"I want to do something since you are hurt how about I will make it less painful? should we do something that can make both of us feel hot? Turning your pain into something that will make you feel better?" he whispered as he bite her ear. Althea swallowed hard.

"W-what do you mean?" she stammered, her body trembling as if about to freeze.

He smirked and pushed her into the mattress, just like last night, but this time he wasn't so gentle on her. She gathered all her strength, trying to get up, but he restrained her with one hand.

He grabbed both of her arms and chuckled like a lunatic after squirming a lot. He was going to drive her insane and it's makes her more annoyed at him. Allan then licked her neck, searching for her perfect spot but it will be difficult for him since she refuses to be marked at all and Althea will do everything not to make that happen. She doesn't want to be marked by a monster.

Allan nipped at various parts, looking for the perfect soft spot. He did it several times, but she was up to something.

He moves up to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. "Moan, or all your innocent friends and family will die including those children in your pack," he whispers. She was aware that he had added the children's part to make it more convincing.

"I-I can't," she admits. She was too afraid to. carry out his request. Nonetheless, she has never done so before.

Allan walked away, his face glum. "Okay, your family and friend lives are on the line, sweetie. Do you want them to die because of you?" he asked, grinning at her.

"I can't do what you want! I don't know how to do it!" she exclaims as she closes her eyes because of embarrassment.

All she could hear was chuckling and movement. "Do it or some innocent people will die horribly. I can kill them in front of you, sweetie," he says, and she concurs. He could easily persuade her about other people's lives.

Her one life was insignificant in comparison to theirs. She didn't even think about whether he'd do it or not because she knew he would. After all, he is a cold-hearted murderer.

Her breathing quickens as she hears footsteps return to the room. She hears the bed move and handcuffs jingle. She knows it was wrong, but she can't do anything about it. The cold cuffs wrapped around her wrists as she was flipped onto her stomach.

"Hmm," he said as if he was considering something. "Okay, let's make a deal if you kiss me, I will let you out of these cuffs; otherwise, it will be a long month," he snickered, pressing down on the cuffs and tightening them.

She then whimpered and nodded. "F*ck! he's really crazy! A month in this handcuff would cause me to fall off due to blood loss. He's a heartless monster!" she said angrily to herself.

"Open your eyes, sweetie, and do it now. Don't wait for me to be mad," he said as she listened and opened them, turning to face Allan. He was enjoying all of this while smiling at that dark smile of his. She bit her lower lip and lifted her off the bed, bringing them face to face. She moved in and kissed him on the lips.

"Hmm your lips are the sweetest that I have tasted, I wonder how it would be with a little bit of blood and kissing it again but roughly," he said again, looking at the ceiling in a dream state.

"F*ck you! There was no f*cking next time I was going to kiss you again, psycho," she said angrily to herself, feeling sick just thinking about it. She wants to say those words loudly but this time she needs to control her anger or it will bring her disaster.

Allan comes to her and twirls her around so she back is facing him as he unlocks the handcuff, and rubs her wrists, which were red and would most likely bruise later. She glances at him, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

"Ohh sweetie, don't roll your eyes at me. You are just telling me that you want another kiss with me," he whispered to her, giving her a smirk on his face causing her heart to race faster.