Red room

Catherine's POV

I had been locked inside the room and tried to find all possible means to get out, but unfortunately, my plans were abortive.

I sat down on the bed, wondering, "Is Noah not going to come and find me?" I questioned myself, folding my arms angrily, waiting for the person who locked me up.

I didn't know when sleep overcame me, and

the door unlocked. I could hear the footsteps of the person walking towards me.

A weight was beside me on my bed, and he began to touch my eye and hair.

"Do you know how long I've been looking for you?" He questioned me softly.

What was he trying to do? I questioned myself inwardly, still pretending to be asleep.

"I can't believe I've met you, but I will never let go of you," he stated aggressively.

He gently placed his lips on mine, and my heart raced fast. This was my first time having an encounter with a guy who wanted to have sex with me.

I closed my eyes shut, and I didn't know when I uttered a statement.

"Noah," I said. If I let him take my whole body, what would happen to the guy I placed a bet on?

I couldn't betray my fiancé. How I wished he could look for me.

"Who is Noah?" He asked aggressively, as if I had provoked him.

I didn't reply, I closed my eyes shut, and kept pretending I was sleeping.

"Who is Noah?" He uttered again, touching my chin.

"Tell me who he is, otherwise," he bellowed at me. I wasn't moved by his aggressiveness.

"Just free me," I said with my eyes shut.

"I will never free you. I will make you lay with me and suffer for keeping me waiting," he said, and I could feel the weight leaving the bed.

I took a deep breath. "Oh, mine, he is gone," I mumbled.

When I heard the sound of a belt unbuckled, I gently opened my eyes to see what was going on.

"What is he trying to do?" I whispered to myself, shutting my eyes back.

My heart started beating fast. Was he trying to have sex with me? I could see his abs as he was left with his boxer.

I was still shaking when someone dragged me from my bed. "You can't escape," he said, and I flared up.

Opening my eyes and looking straight into his eyes, I screamed, "Oh, please let me down."

Trying to free myself from him, I repeated, "Oh, please let me down."

"

I won't let you down. The mating ball is coming up, and you'll stay here with me," he commanded.

"Where are you taking me to?" I asked.

"To a place where you need to be for a long time," we reached his wardrobe, and he dragged it open.

It was like a secret place. My eyes opened wide. "What is this place?" I whispered, unable to help but stare into his glittering eyes.

He was so cute with his red eyes. I just kept watching him, admiring his handsome hair down to his face.

I was admiring him, not knowing he carried me into a red room. I flared up, trying to jump from his hand.

"Let go of me. What is this?" I questioned and yelled at him.

I managed to escape from his hand. "You can't go anywhere, okay," he smirked.

"I will teach you a lesson you won't forget. I will punish you for leaving me alone for years without feeling remorseful," he uttered, and everything echoed around.

I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying when I saw the wardrobe about to lock on us.

I ran towards the door, which was about to close. After using all my strength to get the door, it

shut right in front of me. I didn't know how to face this monster. I wanted to cry. I should have listened to my mom.

He stood still, looking at me. "Werewolves don't cry," he walked towards me.

"Let go of me!" I screamed out loud as he dragged me towards the bed.

The red room was very red, with cotton and everything. It looked like a place where all sorts of instruments were kept. I could see chains, cells, whips, handcuffs, sacks, clothes, beds, and a lot more that I couldn't see finished.

Was he taking me to lock me up in the cell? I couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

Out of nowhere, my clothes were ripped off, and I was standing naked in front of the beast who tore my clothes. I shyly covered my body, unable to stand him seeing my nakedness.

"Don't be shy when you see your mate," he chuckled.

He walked further. "I never knew you had this type of body shape," he smirked, reaching his hands to my breast. I hit his finger away.

"Funny you," he said, dragging me to the red table. He opened the drawer and brought out a blade.

He took my finger in anger, and I tried to snap away from him. He pinned me with the blade, and he pinned himself with the blade.

"Ouch," I winced in pain.

"Don't be weak, girly," he replied. I couldn't help but watch what he was trying to gain.

He placed my finger on his, and I felt a sense of connection between us. His face glowed, and for the first time, my white hair and my eyes were glowing.

"What's going on?" I asked myself.

"My mate finally woke me up," something said inside me. I couldn't get myself at that moment again.

He was so happy and carried me, dumping me on the bed.

"You are my mate!" He exclaimed.

"What have you done to me?" I said weakly, lying on my bed.

"Don't worry for now," he chuckled as he kissed me passionately.

Everything was blurry, I felt so weak without a reason, I didn't know when I blacked out.