010.

Hades’ POV

IT was past midnight and I still couldn’t sleep. Now, as I stared out the window into the dark bushes that surrounded my pack house, I couldn’t help but think about my prisoner, my new slave, Hailey. It has been a routine for me since the past few days as she was all I could think of, all my brothers could think of, and while I sought for ways to help them stop obsessing over her, I realized to my own disappointment that I had also begun to obsess over her.

And I hated it.

My face was contorted into a frown and my arms folded over my chest as I looked out, as if expecting some miracle intervention, something, just anything that could help me out of this dilemma, but I found none.

Another thing that bothered me immensely was the fact that she said she couldn’t remember a thing, she could remember nothing about her past, her parents… Hell, she said she couldn’t even remember her pack! And boy, I struggled with believing that.

I was still so lost in thoughts that I didn’t realize that someone had walked into my room and it wasn’t until they were standing behind me, wrapping their hands around my chest that I was snapped out of my thoughts. I didn’t need to check to know that it was Savannah and as soon as I realized, I was hit with a sudden sense of disgust. That was something else I recently noticed about myself, and something that I found immensely strange.

Ever since Dawn came into my life, Savannah became normal, like a usual member of my pack. I no longer saw her as my fiancée and so did every romantic feeling I once felt about her seize to exist. It was strange and it was sudden, and I still couldn’t explain how it came to happen. It was as if now I could see through her cracks, I could easily see her flaws and they no longer looked as pure or admirable as they once did to me.

My eyes squeezed shut as she began to trail her perfectly manicured fingers down my chest and just when I realized that I couldn’t take it anymore, I held her hands and turned around, almost groaning when I was met with her unreasonably bright smile.

“Baby!” She called out in a singsong voice. “I missed you.”

For the first time in my life, her voice sounded too loud to my ears and unattractive, it was so bad that I feared she would make my ears bleed. I winced as I stepped away from her but deciding not to take the hint, she followed me.

“You’ve been in a bad mood since yesterday.” She pointed out and I could only nod as I went over to sit on the bed.

“That I have,” I responded.

Savannah probably got the wrong message because then she plopped into the space beside me on the bed and then went ahead to start drawing small circles on my shirtless chest. Normally, that usually helped to calm me down in the past but today I was irritated. I wanted to fling her hands off my body and smash her head in but I didn’t. I couldn’t. She was still my ‘woman’.

And then she kissed me.

As soon as her lips touched mine, all restraints to hit her evaporated like vapour as I found myself fisting my fingers in her hair as I pulled her away from me. She gasped and with eyes as wide as saucers, she screamed;

“Baby, you’re hurting me!”

Right now, I was beyond reasoning and it wasn’t until she began to claw on my hands that I realized the extent to which I was hurting her, and immediately, I sprang off the bed and shot her with the most apologetic look I could muster.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, stepping away from her.

Another strange thing I noticed was how not-so-sorry I was. If anything, I was certain that I would do it again if she did as much as come close to me. Savannah, who was still reeling from the shock, stepped back. She watched me like I was an alien, something from outer space that she’s never seen in her life before.

I had even begun to think that she would storm off, angrily leave me alone or something, but to my utter disappointment, she didn’t. She stood there, rooted to the spot while she glared at me with tears glistening in her eyes.

“You tried to hurt me, Hades,” she cried. I could hear the disbelief evident in her voice but I ignored it. I knew her games and now, I was sure that she was about to guilt trip me into doing whatever she wanted. “You never hit me!”

“I’m sorry,” I said again and this time, she shook her head vehemently. You see what I said about guilt tripping?

“No!” She cried, “…sorry cannot make up for what you just did to me. You hurt me Hades and I did nothing to deserve that but love and look out for you!”

No, not today!

“I’m in a bad place right now, maybe you should leave.” I said, hoping that she would get the hint and leave when I asked her to but she didn’t. Instead, she still stood there with a tear-streaked face and a frown.

“I won’t leave. Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” She argued, and then folding her arms across her chest, she added; “talk to me! Whatever it is, I’d understand.”

I frowned. How do I tell her that I was this way because of another woman? How did I explain to her that ever since I bought Hailey at the auction house, I was no longer the same, and that now, I longer felt a thing for her anymore. Could I even tell her that the girl she goes around calling a ‘slave’ isn’t one but is actually my mate and that of my brothers’? No way. She wouldn’t understand that.

“No.” I simply said, causing her eyes to widen in surprise.

“Did you…? Did you just…?”

“No, I don’t want to talk about it.” I said, interrupting her.

If I thought she looked hurt before then that was a joke compared to how she appeared now. Her face fell as she soon began to cry hysterically. And while she did so, I could only stand and watch because I was too tired to do anything else. I was tired and confused and didn’t know how to go about consoling a woman whom I cared less about.

Normally, this was supposed to be the part where she stormed out of the room. The part where she would cry and talk about how wicked and unfeeling I was, but she didn’t. My surprise knew no bounds when she slowly began to shimmy out of her night piece and when she was utterly naked, she climbed up my bed and laid down, watching me.

I frowned. “Savannah what are you doing?” The words came out of my mouth sounding way harsher than I intended, but like the mule that she was, she ignored me.

“Savannah?” I warned, feeling myself become angrier than I was irritated. “Stop.” I stated but she only smiled. How she managed to smile through the tears streaming down her face was way above me, and the fact that I knew that all of this was an act even made her performance more commendable.

“You’re stressed,” she said softly, “…and you do not want to talk about it. So I decided that you should fuck me the way you feel instead. Maybe that way, I’ll know what’s wrong.”she added, making my eyes bulge to the extent that I feared they would fall off.

That was just insane!

Deciding to weigh her logic, I folded my arms across my chest and asked; “How about I don’t fuck you at all? Maybe that should make you understand that right now, I want to be left alone.”

And as soon as the words left my lips, she gasped. I watched her as she picked up her dress and stormed out of the room, crying hysterically as went like the drama queen that she was, and sighed.

At least, that was a success.