Mistreatment

Kai's POV

I stared at my hand which she had bitten.

It had not much effect on me, but I was shocked because she had behaved as though she didn't know how to defend herself with violence.

Just as I'd expected, this lady wasn't naive.

"Who are you, and what do you want from me, pervert!!?"

Her yell made me divert my eyes from my hand to her, and she looked pissed off. But did she call me a pervert? I didn't see that coming. Nevertheless, I shrugged it off with an evil smile. Only if she knew that a pervert was better than a sociopath.

She had no idea that the man standing in front of her was the total opposite of a pervert.

But I wouldn't blame her. When I wasn't in my sociopathic mood, I could act like a pervert, a really bad one.

I had an aim for wanting to mark her, and with that aim in mind, I pulled her to myself, before I buried my sharp fangs into her neck, and she winced, struggling to break free.

"Stop….. please.." she cried, but I didn't listen as I was busy imprinting my mark on her.

I had a purpose in mind for marking her, so after confirming that she was still a virgin, I allowed her to break free from my grip.

She pushed me away from her before covering her neck which I had bitten with her hands as she cried in pain.

I allowed her to stumble back, wincing in pain as she covered her bitten neck with her hands, tears streaming down her face.

Blood trickled from the wound, and as she turned towards me, she observed my elongated canines retracting back to their normal size.

I licked the blood from my lips, an evil smirk forming on my face.

She was still pure, which was good news for me but undoubtedly bad news for her.

As she trembled in fear, she took a step away from me, but the next thing I heard was a thud.

She had fallen and hit her head on the wall due to how frightened she was of me, and it only made her cries intensify.

My brows creased in thoughts. How could she fall so easily like a paper? How weighty was she? I doubt she has any weight.

When I pulled her to myself, she was the same height as my shoulder, which means she was tall.

I'll admit her curves were very delicate, but I hadn't expected her to be this fragile.

Her hands were on her head, and her eyes closed as she cried pathetically, while I watched her silently.

She was acting like a kid, maybe she wasn't a twenty-seven-year-old lady.

I discretely took a photo of her, before squatting in front of her, but she turned her face away.

Gently, I used my hands to turn her face towards me, meeting her tear-filled eyes, but I couldn't fall for that.

However, the sound of her wince made me quickly snap out of the daze her gaze had induced.

Scooping her into my arms, I carried her out of the supermarket through the exit door, and as expected this lady had no weight. Even though I tried to lie to myself that it wasn't my concern if she had weight or not, I couldn't still deny the fact that I was shocked.

What does she even eat?

If I hadn't carried a she-wolf before, I could only believe that all the slender shewolves were like her; light and no weight.

I felt as though I was carrying a doll, and had to confirm if she was still breathing.

I could feel her fast heartbeat on my chest, her face was hidden in the crook of my neck, her hot breath fanning on my skin, and her hands hugging me tightly.

I was like an abductor right now, so was she supposed to be hugging me as though I was her angel in shining armor?

She wasn't feisty enough, because a feisty lady who had the opportunity to lay her face on my nape after I forcefully marked her would bite me back as revenge, but I doubt the lady I carried would do that.

"Where are you taking me? Please let me go."

She questioned me about our destination, but I ignored her, heading towards my car.

Despite her winces and cries of pain, I continued to the parking garage where I had parked.

Upon reaching my car, I opened the door, intending to place her in the passenger seat.

But to my surprise, she wrapped her arms around me, seemingly hesitant to sit.

Caught off guard, I lost my balance, causing us both to fall into the car.

However, I quickly used my hands to steady myself, preventing myself from landing on top of her.

Looking down at her, I found myself captivated by her striking emerald eyes.

She exuded fear yet displayed a remarkable amount of courage.

I watched intently as she slowly raised her hands to brush the hair from my face, attempting to discover my identity.

Without hesitation, I caught her hand, preventing her from proceeding.

She swiftly withdrew her hand, and I stood up, closing the car door before making my way to the driver's seat.

Glancing back at her, I noticed her futile attempts to open the door, unbeknownst to her, the handles were useless to anyone but me.

Igniting the engine, I drove off, her continuous inquiries about our destination falling on deaf ears.

In truth, I was taking her to her house, not out of concern for her safety but because she was now my property.

However, it should be clear that I do not coddle my possessions, whether animate or inanimate.

Punishment and torture are my specialties.

"What's your home address?"

I had asked for it to be obvious that I wasn't dumb because I hadn't said a word.

She immediately ceased crying, seemingly caught off guard. Perhaps she believed I was abducting her, and didn't say a word.

"Aren't you telling me where you live? Or do you want me to take you to my home?"

Her eyes widened at my question, and without hesitation, she wiped away her tears and reluctantly provided the location of her house.

"It's here," she abruptly instructed, as if she couldn't wait to leave my car.

Though puzzled, I complied, halting the car.

Turning to look behind me, I noticed her struggling to open the door.

With a silent sigh, I pressed the button on my key fob, causing the door to unlock.

Climbing out of my car, she hurried away in a panic.

Intrigued by her state of distress, I decided to follow her until she reached her home. Maybe the streets weren't safe for ladies at night. Who knows? After all, I'm a foreigner here.

She was my property, and no one dared touch what belonged to me without my permission.

After she had distanced herself, I parked my car under the shade of a large tree at the street corner, alighting and closing the door.

I then proceeded to trail her, maintaining a safe distance.

From afar, I observed as she walked towards her house, climbing the porch steps before entering.

Letting out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, I turned and began striding away, pinching the space between my brows. Why had I thought something bad would happen to her? It seems I'm already being possessive.

I was grumbling under my breath as I walked back to where I had packed my car but stopped abruptly when I heard her scream, causing my senses to sharpen.

Frowning, I slowly turned back and made my way toward the house, utilizing my keen wolf senses to gather information.

I could hear her pleading and crying, and then I heard the voice of her stepmother.

She was hurling curses at my property, and my heart clenched. What wrong has the lady I brought committed just now she entered the house? Wasn't she twenty-five? Could this be mistreatment? She looked so fragile to be hit, couldn't her stepmother notice that?

"I'm not reacting well to this," I muttered under my breath with my hands clenched beside me.

She knew that Ariana or whatever the twenty-five-year-old lady's name was, was no longer her property, so how dare she raise her hands to hit her? I was getting pissed off, my jaws clenching and unclenching.

The anger surged within me as I listened with my intent wolf hearing skills to the sound of someone running up the wooden stairs.

The slamming of a door echoed through the house, and my eyes flew close at the loud noise, my hands covering my ears.

Following the sound of someone sobbing, I quietly maneuvered to the back of the house, where I spotted her seated on the balcony, tears streaming down her face.

She was oblivious to my presence in the darkness, but I could see her.

"At least she had the sense to seek refuge in her room," I muttered under my breath, standing under the shadowy cover of a tree keeping watch on her.

My brows furrowed when she suddenly stood up and turned around, her lips moving as she spoke.

I could see the fear etched on her face, her complexion pale.

She was suddenly pulled into the room, but before the balcony door could close, I caught a glimpse of the person responsible.

It was her brother, shirtless and with a weird expression.

Thoughts raced through my mind.

What was he doing in her room? And why did she appear so startled? Why did he drag her as though she was a piece of shit?

If not for her surname, I would have concluded that she was a house help.

The situation intrigued me, and despite my initial intention to leave the family to their own devices, I found myself unable to walk away.

However, my attention was diverted by a scream that pierced the air.

My eyes snapped back to the balcony, and a mixture of concern and anger coursed through my veins.