HE IS A MONSTER!

HAZEL

I don't wake up to the unbearable heat waves washing over me, or the shooting pain up my spine. Instead, I wake up in the middle of the night, all alone.

'Maybe he just went to the bathroom'. I try to be logical with myself. My eyes move to the bathroom door- there isn't a light on. They linger there, then I focus my gaze back on Ramon's empty spot next to me. It's cold. He hasn't been here for a while.

Or maybe he could be outside smoking. That's probably it. I lie back in bed, but can't help but wonder where he is. A cigarette doesn't take that long to smoke.

I roll over in bed, and let out a frustrated sigh. I begin to get restless-more like my wolf- and I climb out of bed. My shirt falls over my legs as I start my journey down the spiraling staircase.

I inhale. Nothing. I'm careful as I decend the staircase. Once I'm down stairs, I flick on the living room light. Everything is still there- even the messed up blanket on the couch that I should have folded back.

I run my fingers through my hair, glancing around at the dark rooms surrounding the living area. I stare at the fireplace, and inhale. I don't need to get so worked up. "Why the hell are you awake?" I jump when a voice comes from behind me. Fear washes over me as I turn to face him.

I step back, afraid of what I see.

Ramon stands before me. His eyes are a bright shade of yellow- like a snake, staring me down. There's a dirtiness to his facial features, mixed with it is the faintest hint of blood. His usual dark, curly hair is shining with the red substance.

His upper half is bare. He's got a large scratch running down his chest, and dirt among that. His hands are battered, and bloody. He looks like a serial killer caught in action.

My mouth gapes open as I try to form words. I continue to back away from this....monster, until my back hits the wall. He continues after me, knotting his eyebrows in confusion as to why I'm trying to get away from him.

"I asked you a question." He says lowly. I look up at him in shock and try desperately to get away from him.

"I-I was looking for you." I whimper. I can't help but be afraid of him. He's covered in blood!

His lips curl into a smile, and he leans forward. His nose trails along the side of my cheek and his warm breath leaves goosebumps on my skin. I shiver.

"You don't have to look for something that's already here." He mumbles. His voice is low, and not like him. My bottom lip trembles as his hand reaches out and runs over my hip.

"Tell me, Haze." He says softly, staring into my eyes with a sick satisfaction. "Are you...scared?" He gives me a soft grin. I whimper and nod my head to his question. Scared beyond my own life.

"P-please just let me go." I beg, trying to push him away from me. Tears begin to run down my face from the fear of him inside of me. I definitely don't like this side of Ramon!

"You are." He grins wickedly. A sense of fear washes over me as I look into his dark eyes. Who knows what secrets they hold.

*****

My bottom lip quivers in fear as I look at my supposed mate. His eyes are dark and I cannot tell what he could be thinking. Anything could be running through this man's head. He's capable of anything.

My back is against the wall, "admit it." He says with a low growl. I whimper and shake my head. 'I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid'. I keep trying to talk myself into not being scared of him.

I swallow roughly when his hand grips my thigh with an unbearably painful grasp. I chew on my cheek to remain quiet.

"Admit that you're afraid of me." He says lowly, dipping his head down closer to me. His breath fans my face and I whimper. Liquor. I look him in the eyes and don't say a word. Instead, I hold my ground.

"You know what I'm capable of, Hazel. Just admit it." He seethes. My eyes fall to the ground. I do know what he's capable of. I have a slight clue on what he has done in the past, and what he might continue to do in his near future. I have no control of a man like him or anyone in general.

"Ramon." I whimper his name. The man standing before me isn't the one that I know. His wolf has taken control. He doesn't acknowledge me.

"Admit it. I scare you." He growls. I don't know why he wants me to tell him I'm scared of him. Maybe he likes to get a high out of scaring people. The smell of the blood on him makes me want to get sick.

"Ramon, please-" I beg for him to come back to me. The grip on my thigh tightens. Although he's right, I think he'll do anything to get me to agree with him. I yelp and scrape my hand against the one on my thigh.

"Ramon!" I cry out his name, my free hand goes to his chest to try and push him off of me. "Please! Come back!" I whimper trying to tame his wolf myself. I want to run but I can't.

Tears form in the corners of my eyes and suddenly there is no more harsh grip on my thigh. Instead, his thumb gently rubs over the area he had been squeezing so roughly and the masochistic pleasure waves over me.

"Ramon?" I sob his name but I don't dare to bring myself to look at him. His free hand strokes the side of my face with his knuckles.

"Yeah." He says, confirming that it was him again. "are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asks, examining the bruise that looks just like his hand on my leg. I cover it with my hand.

"Yeah, but I'll be okay-" I say. I don't want him to worry about it. I just want him away from me and to be left alone. He gently wipes the tears from my eyes.

"It's not okay, I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine." I mumble. I still refuse to look at him. As of right now, I'm absolutely terrified of him. I want his hands off of me and I want to be a thousands miles or more away from him. Nothing in my life has frightened me as much as this man has in only a few minutes.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles, tilting my chin up to make me look at him. I let out a sigh and wipe the tears from my eyes. Ramon's eye color has changed back to normal. It's him.

He leans forward to give me an apology kiss, but I turn my head away from him. I push him completely away from me and climb the stairs without another word. This man is just like everyone said he was. A merciless monster!

I shut myself inside one of the many spare bedrooms inside of his home. It is beyond me why he has to have so much space for such a small living capacity. I can understand two or three extra rooms, but nothing this fancy.

My eyes burn as I crawl into the center of the bed. I don't want to be afraid of Ramon. I can't really help the fact that I am scared whenever he has someone's blood on him and he pins me against the wall with anger. I run my fingers through my hair.

I silently study the hand bruise on my thigh. Each time I rub it, it seems to shoot a stinging pain up my leg. Ramon had such...anger when he grabbed it.

I want to go back home to my mom. At least, she won't grab me so forcefully. Tears run down my cheeks from the amount of stress I've been under in only the past hour or two. I pull my legs to my chest and rock back and forth. After an unwanted encounter like I just had, I don't want to fall asleep. What if it's in my dreams as well?

An hour passes of me just sitting in silence, telling myself how my days have gone with Ramon so far. He's a strong leader. He's used to getting what he wants, when he wants it. Ramon is used to using force to get his message through. I don't do good with force. I feel the need to defy it. Using force shouldn't even be an option.

My mate has a temper. A werewolf strengthens temper. It's a bad trait to have, especially when he has everyone looking up to him. He needs some patience, and a better way to handle situations. Ramon needs control over such a powerful wolf!

There's a tap on the door, and then it creaks open. I glare at Ramon as he stands in the doorway with a tray of food in his hands.

"I'm sleeping, go away." I lie, even though I'm sitting straight up and the covers are still made just like they were when I got into the room. Ramon let's out a slow breath and ignores my demands. Instead, he walks into the room and rests the tray on the edge of the bed. I chew on the inside of my cheek because the smell is absolutely delicious. I love cinnamon.

I knot my eyebrows as I look at the food. It's star tipped sticks. They're freshly cooked, so I can only assume Ramon had spent the last hour preparing them.

"I I'm sorry." Ramon says gently, taking a seat on the bed. I scoot away from him in fear that he might grab me again. I look at him with worry in my eyes.

I don't say anything. "I made you some churros and chocolate milk I remember your mom saying that you hate coffee and it's the middle of the night-" Ramon stops talking and he sighs.

"Churro?" I ask, knotting my eyebrows. I've heard of them once or twice but I don't know what they are. Ramon flashes his teeth in a smile and shakes his head.

He reaches for a sugary stick and flinches because they're hot. "Yes, a churro. It's a Spanish dessert." He explains. "It's pretty much a stick doughnut with cinnamon and sugar on it." I purse my lips.

"Oh."

"I'm upset you've never had one." He says with a gentle smile. "Now you can't tell me if mine are better than the others you've tried." I pull my lip between my teeth. He's trying to make conversation.

"Bringing me sweets isn't going to make me want to forgive you." I say lowly as Ramon hands me a cup of milk and I hold it in my hands.

He doesn't say anything. Instead, he grabs a churro and pops it takes a bite out of it. I don't think he is the arguing type. He leans back on the bed and finishes his sweet in silence.

"You better try one because Jack will be over soon and he'll want the entire container." He says. I let out a slow breath.

"He'll want you too." I mumble, bringing the cup to my lips. Every time I hear Jack's name I think of the little comment he had made towards Ramon that made me laugh so hard. I haven't had a proper meeting with him but I feel like he's a fun guy to hang out with.

Ramon smiles because I finally made conversation with him. He takes a bite out of a churro and waves the other half near my face. I scrunch my nose in disgust.

"No, you bit off that. That's disgusting." I look at the way his wet hair falls over his face. There are dark circles under his eyes from being up so long but it doesn't seem to bother him.

"So, I can have my tongue down your throat but you won't eat after me?" I chew on the inside of me cheek as Ramon's lips curl into an amused smile. Even though were alone, I don't like how he's so blunt about it; it bothers me.

"Fine." I grumble. I don't want him to be right but he is. A bite isn't any worse than having someone's tongue down your throat. I open my mouth when he treats me like a child and moves the churro around like an airplane.

My mouth has a mini orgasm when the dessert hits my taste buds. As much as I try and hide myself from liking it so much, Ramon knows.

"Why is Jack coming over?" I knot my eyebrows in confusion, licking my lips clean of any sugar.

He sucks the sugar off his thumb and shrugs his shoulders. "I wanted to take you out to see the pack, Jack is going to take over the training today." He says as if it has happened a million times.

"Are you okay with that? I promise what happened earlier won't happen again. My wolf he's-" I nod my head in agreement. I don't want him to bring up anything from earlier. I sip on my chocolate milk hoping that he didn't drug it, and I remain quiet.

"Can I have another one?" I ask, looking at Ramon with puppy dog eyes. He smiles.

"Yes, cupcake, as many as you like." He says while grinning from ear to ear!