10.2: ...Oh, Mr. Stone

WARNING: This chapter contains a scene of assault!

Dina’s POV

“You expect me to starve?” I snapped and turned to him, now simply ignoring the looks we were getting. Who was this guy and what was this asshole doing here?! “Seriously Josh. You’re acting very strange today.”

“I don’t think it’s me, who’s acting strange,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest like a moping child. I rolled my eyes at him and finished my purchase. I didn't need this right now, but unfortunately for me, my life just couldn't ever be easy. Because like a spoiled brat, Josh refused to help me carry any of the grocery bags and stomped back to the car. I was honestly tempted to just drive him home and finish the project myself. I knew it meant I had to stay up late to finish it, but at this point, I almost preferred it to Josh’s weird mood.

Luckily, by the time we reached the alpha’s house, he seemed to have gotten that cactus out of his ass and actually helped me get the groceries inside.

Ok, bipolar much?

I didn’t comment other than a “thank you” and closed the door behind me. My eyes traveled over the patches on the wall, where I'd started my project to get creative with them, using what I loved the most: lines! OK, in this case, stick figures. I loved how easy it was to transform the gray patches into anything imaginable, and how the stick figures told a million different stories. The sky’s the limit - and that's a very long line to draw.

I love lines!

“My room is upstairs, first door on the left,” I instructed Josh, who nodded and left. I was honestly happy to be alone. I didn't know what had crawled up his ass, but it started back at the grocery store. When I'd begun picking out the ingredients for a dinner for two. But why the hell would that bother him?

Perhaps he was getting his period? My wolf suggested and I grinned, shaking my head at my strange wolf before I started to put the groceries away. When I was done, I glanced at the clock before going upstairs.

17.05!

“Damn it,” I cursed and hurried out--- but of course on my way out, I hit my toe on the barstool leg. “FUCK!” I gasped while the pain subsided. Shit! Perhaps Alpha Stone was right.

It was a bloody miracle that I was still alive!

I groaned, biting back the pain, and hurried upstairs.

“Josh,” I called coming into my room and found Josh laying on my bed. And a part of me was instantly annoyed. He hadn’t even started?! Oh well! Maybe it was all for the better… “I’m sorry, but I have to start dinner. Can we do this tomorrow?”

Josh's head snapped up and he was frowning when he looked at me.

“I thought school took priority,” he said with a low snarl of annoyance and sat up. He didn’t look happy, and if he was about to fail this course, I understood him. But seriously, the semester had just started, so how much trouble could he really be in?

“It does,” I sighed, but I doubted he "prioritized" school as much as I did. But I didn’t want to have another fight. I was mentally drained and honestly, I was looking forward to having a nice, quiet dinner with Alpha Stone. “I’ll finish it before school tomorrow and I do your part too, to make it up to you, OK? Raincheck?”

He stood up and walked over to me. I’d never really realized how tall he was until he was standing right in front of me. The proximity made me uncomfortable and I took a step back. He matched me by taking one step forward. My heart dropped and my wolf perked up, growling at his actions.

“Perhaps dinner can be late, yeah?” he said huskily and before I knew it, his hands snuck around my waist, pulling me into him.

“Josh?” I gasped, trying to push him away. “What are you doing?!”

He nuzzled his nose into the crouch of my neck and inhaled my scent; sending shivers down my spine. And not the good kind! He then started to kiss my exposed skin, making me jump in his arms.

“Josh, stop it!” I scolded him and once again tried to push him off me.

But it didn’t even phase him…

“Oh, come on!” he grinned stupidly and suddenly his weight was off me. Sighing in relief, I let my guard down, thinking he was done messing around. But just as I was about to give him a serious piece of my mind, I felt strong hands pick me off the floor, and the next thing I knew I was plopped onto the mattress.

What the---?!

Growling I spun around to confront him, but he was already on top of me, using his body to keep me in place. And as if he'd practiced this before, he'd already snatched both my hands and was keeping them locked above my head.

I was trapped!

"Josh," I snapped and I knew my eyes flashed wolf when my voice deepened and came out as a warning growl. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

But he just laughed it off, as if it was just a big joke.

“What? Is only the alpha allowed now?” he mocked me. and I would have gasped in shock, if he hadn't plunged his face back into the crook of my neck and started lacing wet kissing on my collarbone - a she-wolf's marking spot!

Oh, he fucking didn't!

“HOW DARE YOU?” I bellowed, rage coursing through my blood. Marking had to be consensual but there was a thing as forced marking. It was a terrible thing to experience because the mark would create a bond between the victim and the attacker, giving Stockholm Syndrom a WHOLE new meaning. It was painful to break and the mark would leave a scar, becoming a constant reminder of what happened.

Was Josh going to force his mark on me?