chapter 13

Ariana, point of view...

He carried me loaded up to his office; I didn’t understand why he was doing that with me, but I didn’t dislike it either. He didn’t hit me, nor did he do anything bad to me, although his wolf will scare me.

I think I must learn to live with both of them.

He sat me down on a piece of furniture while he was looking for something on his desk.

Then he came back with the first aid kit and approached me. He began to heal my wounds gently.

But I could see his hands, his fists were broken, and a part of his office wall was shattered.

“Does it hurt?” I asked him a little hesitantly. I couldn’t even understand myself right now. Why was I worried about a man who kidnapped me? I’m getting more schizophrenic every day.

He looked down at his hands, then stared into my eyes.

You could feel the tension in his gaze.

“Are you worried?” he asks me in a seductive tone, as he gently caresses my legs all the way down to my knees.

I turned as red as a tomato, and avert my gaze.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you are very beautiful when you blush, and to answer your question, the truth doesn’t hurt me, little by little those wounds will close by themselves, what does hurt me is that you tried to escape,” He answers me in a flirtatious tone, and at the same time a little resentful.

I looked at him again, while I watched as he finished healing my wounds.

“Sorry, I just didn’t adjust to the idea of being your prisoner,” I tell him in all sincerity.

Liam grunted before Dante could answer my question.

“You’re not my prisoner, you’re my mate, and I’m just trying to protect you from my enemies. I don’t want anyone to hurt you,” He answers me sadly, as he lowers his gaze.

“Why are you growling at me so much? You look like a rabid dog,” I ask him very seriously.

“The one who growls is Liam. He does it because of your words, and a lot of what you do hurts him. He is very sensitive, he is just a wild dog,” He answers me sadly.

“I’m sorry Liam, I’m still not adjusted to the idea of having to be your mate. The worst thing is I don’t even know what that means,” I reply calmly.

He walks over to me.

He positions himself on top of me on the piece of furniture, leaving me lying underneath his whole body, not sticking him to me, but feeling cornered by him.

He places his face in front of mine.

“If you want, I can show you what it’s like to be our mate,” He tells me in a seductive, hesitant tone of voice.

Those words sped up my heart, so much so that it seemed like a frenzy, as his breath echoed over my face, to leave only a small distance between his lips and mine.

I did not understand what was going on inside me, nor what was happening to my body.

But it was as if I wanted him to kiss me.

Something in me asked for it. We stared into each other’s eyes, while I bit my lower lip and he came closer and closer to my lips...