GO AHEAD KILL ME!

BELLA

I tried to jump out of the bed because I was having a bad dream but the chains on my left hand prevented me from going too far, waking me up in the process.

Once again my wrist started to bleed from the cut, it had caused and I winced in pain.

I looked around the dark room and gritted my teeth to prevent myself from shouting out in pain.

There was no need to scream for help, since I've tried that since last night and no one answered me. I doubt they could hear me though because I was locked up somewhere in the basement.

The only time the door was opened was when Sarah brought me my meals, which I always refused. I know I'll die here, so I don't need the energy that food would provide.

As expected, I heard the lock from a distance, and a few minutes later, the lock on my door then slid open, revealing Sarah carrying a tray.

I laid back down on the hard wooden bed and faced the wall to avoid making eye contact with her. I knew she'd have the typical pitying expression, and I wasn't prepared to be pitied.

Maybe I deserve everything that is happening to me, maybe I deserve to be treated this way, and if that means dying for peace, so be it.

"Your Majesty," she said, and I laughed.

Who ties up a majesty like a rogue wolf?

"The king demands that you eat something this night," she said when I refused to turn around.

That made me sit up straight.

"Why doesn't this king come and make me eat then?" I yelled angrily.

How dare he order me to eat when he's the reason I'm chained up here?

I cried nonstop yesterday that I was in here, and he never ordered my release.

I became so enraged thinking about him that I began yanking on the chains.

"Please stop your majesty, you're bleeding," Sarah begged.

"I don't care, get out!" I yelled at her, and she ran away.

I kept tugging at the chains, hoping it would cut me so deeply that I bled to death, but it didn't, and I didn't even feel any pain because of the adrenaline rush.

After a few minutes, I began to hear footsteps just above me, as if someone was coming down the stairs.

And then he stormed into my cell and marched right up to me.

He lifted the tray from the table and tossed it onto the bed.

"Eat!" He yelled at me, and all I could do was laugh in humiliation.

I understand he's the King, but how dare he come in here and order me around?

He was so enraged by my laugh that he grabbed my neck and pinned me to the bed.

"Go ahead, kill me!" I screamed in his face.

"Fucking murder me!" I yelled again and sobbed.

He squeezed my neck tighter, but not so tight that he choked me, and then he smacked his lips against mine.

The kiss was rough but needy; he kissed me like he had wanted to for a long time, and I let him, returning the kiss.

I should be angry at him for what he did to me, but all I wanted was for him to fuck daylight out of me. Maybe it's the mate bond messing with my head.

I grabbed his hair with my free hand to deepen the kiss, then pushed his head down to my neck.

He kissed my neck while I let out pleasurable moans, but he came to a halt just before my collar bone.

He suckled on that spot, and I arched my back in pleasure, biting my lower lip and yanking on his hair roughly.

Then he then drew back, but not before I felt his fangs grease that spot.

He stormed out of the cell, slamming the door behind him, and I heard a click followed by retrieving footsteps, leaving me alone once more.

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Adrien's POV

"Get out," I yelled as soon as I walked into my office, and everyone obeyed and hurried out of the room.

Then I walked over to the side table, poured myself a glass of whiskey, gulped it, and then poured another.

It was enough torture for me to tune into her suicidal thoughts, but not eating for two days straight was killing me.

And instead of just getting her to eat something I couldn't stop myself and nearly marked her.

I almost marked a mere mortal, and I almost made a huge mistake from which I'd never be able to recover.

Keeping her chained up in the basement gave me sleepless nights, but it was for the best.

She has to be in so much pain to force herself to shift, or else I'll have to reject her, which is not an option given how long I've waited to find my mate.

But how could she perform the 'FOD' ritual if she's more human than werewolf?

Because of how tightly I gripped the glass, it cracked and broke, and I let out a loud growl before going into the restroom in my office to treat my cut.

When I got out, I sat in my chair and tried to keep my thoughts in check. I couldn't think about her now because I had so much on my plate; rogues had begun to attack various packs again, gaining ground by the day, and I needed to find a solution.

There was a knock on the door, and whoever it was entered without waiting for my response, forcing me to look up at the audacious person, but my face immediately turned into a scowl.

"Everyone has congregated; are you prepared to reject that pulp?" Fernandez inquired.