White wolf

Eleanor's POV

" Let go of me" I jabbed at the guard who held me firmly, stopping me from taking a step backward, I didn't want to see him. Andre. I didn't know what he was going to do to me.

But I knew that he was going to hurt me, he always did although, not physically, but every single word he uttered out of his mouth pierced me, they tore my heart and pricked me. I had thought that the reason he was acting this cruel to me was because he probably didn't feel the mate bond but when I heard what my mother had said today, I knew that was far from being true.

He knew that I was his mate, from the very beginning but he had treated me like trash, like he hated my very existence.

I gasped out when I was shoved into the room, my heart hitching when I saw his foot that was wrapped in his Italian slippers that I knew cost a fortune. The room was drenched in the scent of alcohol, and it became stronger when I was lying just beside him on the cold marble tiles.

His breath was raspy and I could still make his sharp features even when the room was dark, " Where were you?" He spoke in a tone that sent shivers down my spine. The glass he was holding cracked underneath his tight grasp and I could tell he was holding himself from hurting me. Physically.

I finally mustered up the strength to stand upright, my legs wobbling as I did so, "I….. I…. I was…"

"Do.Not.Fucking.Stutter.When.I.Am.Talking.To.you!" He yelled at me, hurling the glass he was holding against the wall. I flinched, that was something I wasn't expecting, could it be that I had pushed him to the extreme?

" I wasn't…I was about to give you an answer" I answered, while fiddling my fingers. This was something I never expected

"Then…." He stood to his full length, his gaze fixed on me, " Give me an answer" I took steps backward, thinking of countless ways I could run out. I wasn't ready for this. Whatever he had going on at the moment.

Gasping out when I was pinned to the wall, I tried to ascertain how exactly this had happened, and why I was pinned against the wall. What was happening here? My eyes brimmed with tears in them, when he wrapped a hand around my neck. I tapped hard on his arms, pleading for him to let me go but he was adamant.

I could feel that he was in as much pain as I was, " All you werewolves think you can come in and do whatever it is that you think is right to do, you had one simple assignment, who is it? Give me an answer, a boy?"

" Yes! At Least he treats me way better than you do and he would never do this to me, he would never…"

" Shut up!" He growled, before shoving me against the wall, I winced out in pain, tears cascading down my cheeks, as I tried to shut out the pain that tore through me, but I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, it was there.

His eyes were wide open and he took a step forward, intending to hold me up when he halted in his steps as though he had just realized what he was doing.

Chuckling softly, I bit hard into my lips, not wanting to let the tears drop any more than they already had. I didn't want to be seen as a weakling before him. That was the last thing I wanted.

My knee hurt and when my eyes met his, I knew he could feel the pain, that he was in as much pain as I was but he was acting strong. Like he didn't feel anything. I gazed around, taking sight of the broken shards he had thrown earlier that lay around, in their pieces.

Kira winced when I forced myself up, sympathizing with me. Forcing a smile on my face, I stood to my full height, searching into his face but he was looking away.

"You are my mate, and you know about that, so why do you treat me like I am nothing? Why do you act like you cannot feel the mate bond when you can? Why do you act like you are ignorant of the fact when you knew from the very moment you stepped your feet into my father's pack requesting for me as a bride?"

He squinted his eyes at me, and I could tell he was regretting his actions already, "You went back? To your parent's house? What did I tell you about them?"

"What exactly do you expect me to do? You make me feel unloved, I listen to you every night as you make love to Phoebe, I watch you every second, acting all lovey-dovey with her, I watch my mate acting like I didn't exist when he gave his mistress all the love I deserve, and what do you think I should do? Stay here and watch you still?"

" Answer me, Andre! Give me an answer, make me understand why you choose to break me in this way when you don't even know me" I pleaded, I was at a loss.

" Mate are supposed to love their partners, cherish them without everything within them but all you do is break me, why ... what did I ever do wrong?"

He shrugged before scoffing, " I do not need to know you, because all you werewolves are the same, you all are bloodthirsty and will do everything to make anyone unhappy, the nerves of you to think that I will ever accept you"

I could feel my heart, breaking into tiny bits, I was overwhelmed with everything happening, the pain numbing me, "You should be lucky you are the last descendants of the white wolf, if not you would have gone down with the other werewolves, and, one more mistake from you, if you ever attempt to run away, your family and your pack will pay. I will make sure I kill every single one of them" he threatened, before storming off.

" Get dressed, you will be going with me to the infirmary, we wouldn't want you dying yet, would we?"