Chapter 4

Alyssa

"You're a jerk and I fucking hate you," I shout at Adam as tears start running down my cheeks.

"Look, I'm really sorry. Can we please just forget this ever happened?" He asks reaching for me.

I slap his hand away angrily. "Fuck you! And fuck anyone that thinks it's acceptable to treat women like shit."

Adam stares at me speechless. "How dare you say such things to me? How can you possibly think that after what my father has done for you?"

"I said, 'fuck you!' Are you deaf?" I scream. "Do you understand English?"

He steps closer to me until there are only inches between us. His hands rest against my shoulders. "Stop yelling at me," he whispers softly. "I never meant any harm to you."

My heart skips a beat hearing his voice again. "Then why did you try to make me feel bad?"

His jaw tightens and he shakes his head. "I don't trust you. That's all."

"Why does that matter? Why would you care whether I trust you or not?"

"That's none of your business."

"Oh yeah, sure," I scoff. "You know what? Fuck you one more time."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. One more insult and I will punch you."

"Are you threatening me?" He growls.

"No, asshole," I huff shaking my head. I slap his chest hard making him take a step back. "I am warning you because you are being an insensitive prick."

"Fine. Go ahead. Do whatever the hell you want," he snarls stepping forward and pushing me against the wall. He pushes himself against me trapping me in place. "If you wanna get rough, do it."

"Don't touch me," I gasp. My body tenses waiting for his next move.

"You're mine now, remember?"

"And what happens if I refuse to play along with your sick games?"

"You won't last long without food and water," he smirks. "Or maybe I could just kill you here and now."

"What makes you think I wouldn't fight back?"

"Because you don't have your wolf. I've been watching you and I could never sense your wolf. You're weak."

He presses harder against me forcing my arms above my head. He brushes his lips across my cheek leaving a trail of heat behind. "So, tell me, are you gonna be a good girl for me or are you going to disobey me?"

I bite my lip biting back the words I wanted to say. I knew it was pointless fighting him. He had me pinned against the wall and he wasn’t letting me go anytime soon. So instead I decide to answer him with silence.

"Answer me," he commands harshly.

"Yes," I whisper.

He releases me suddenly pulling back far enough that I can breathe properly. When I look up at him he is smiling smugly looking pleased with himself. He runs his fingers through my hair and leans close whispering in my ear. "Good girl."

"I should let you die," I murmur.

He laughs loudly. "Yeah, well I guess you'll find out eventually."

I turn around walking towards the door before he can see my face. I hear him call out to me but I keep moving. I need some fresh air and I hope to God no one saw us having that little exchange earlier today.

I walk into the hallway hoping someone else will come out and talk to me. Alice walks past me heading toward the kitchen. She smiles when she sees me and stops to chat.

"Hey Alyssa," she says. "What's with you? You look upset."

"Nothing. Just tired."

Alice frowns and then looks over at Adam who is still standing in front of the closed door.

"Is everything okay?" She asks cautiously.

I nod quickly and smile reassuringly at her. "Everything is fine."

She watches me curiously for a moment longer. "Did something happen?"

I shake my head. "Just got caught up talking to Adam for a while."

I couldn't tell her what happened. Not yet anyway. I needed to figure out how to deal with this situation first. But right now, I didn't want to think about anything except getting food in me.

"Well, if you change your mind let me know," she offers. "It's nice to have company sometimes."

"Thanks."

We both stand there awkwardly for a minute.

"Okay, well I better get upstairs," she tells me. "See ya tomorrow."

I watch as she heads off down the hall and I sigh heavily.

"Good girl," Adam says to me. "If you tell anyone what we talked about, I'll hurt you."

"Noted," I mumble under my breath. I start to walk away from him feeling like shit after our little conversation. I'm so angry at myself for agreeing to help him. How did I end up in such a mess? I shouldn't have let him treat me like this. He has made me feel small all day. And he thinks I owe him. I hate men. They always expect things of women. It pisses me off. "Don't you dare touch me again... EVER," I shout at him.

"Oh yeah, baby, I forgot. If you ever disobey me, I'll kill you," he snaps at me.

"How sweet," I sneer turning on my heel and storming off.

I grab a glass of water from the kitchen sink and make my way up the stairs to my room. I throw open the door slamming it shut behind me and leaning against the frame breathing deeply trying to calm down. He was rough and aggressive but he hadn't actually physically harmed me. Yet. I take a few deep breaths until I stop trembling and try to push those thoughts from my head.

I sit down on the bed and stare blankly at the wall not really thinking about anything. My brain feels fuzzy and sluggish. The only thing I am able to focus on is the fact that I need to sleep. I lie down staring at the ceiling wondering how can he be such an asshole. What makes him think he can treat people this way? Why would I even consider helping him?

The more I think about it, the angrier I become. He doesn't deserve any kind of help from me. And yet I can't stop thinking about his lips brushing against my skin. His scent fills my nostrils making me feel warm inside. I roll onto my side facing the wall just wanting to forget everything and fall asleep.

But that's easier said than done. I toss and turn restlessly tossing aside the sheets and blankets before lying on top of them once more.