CHAPTER 2

"You know, you are committing a crime, mister. This is practically kidnapping!" I say, raising my voice slightly.

"I am your mate, I can do whatever I want, she-wolf," he snarled.

"No, this might as well be human trafficking! And I have a name!" I snarled back.

He grasped my wrist this time, squeezing awfully hard. I was sure a bruise would form immediately from the major crushing.

"Stop! You're hurting me!" I cried, tears pooling at my eyes and some rolling down my cheeks. A flicker of regret and hurt flowed through his eyes before a moment later he let go, his hand stare returning. After a few seconds, I decided to speak to him. "My name is Nylarizza Vega."

"You got your name wrong, darling," he smirked, the first sign of amusement flickering in his eyes. I gave him a confused look, my eyes still red and puffy. I held my wrist closer to my chest in the fear that he would grasp it again, but he didn't even try.

"Your name is Nylarizza Laven."

Sadly, Alpha Laven didn't kill me because of his overly reckless driving. He only dragged me up the stairs without my will in a lace dress and luggage. He didn't care if my tailbone was in constant pain from hitting the next stair step. He didn't care that now my opposite wrist was in pain also because of him dragging me up the stairs with only one of my arms is killing the hell out of my shoulder and elbow.

He threw me on top of a bed that smelled of mint, Laven's scent. I flipping myself over so I could see Alpha Laven, but he was all too close to me. As a matter of fact, right on top of me, his arms on either side of my face, trapping me once again within his hold.

"Time for your punishment, little mate."

I made a threatening face at what he called me. Sure, I was 5'4 and he was 6'2 but that didn't mean that I was small. That only meant that I didn't grow abnormally tall like he obviously has.

His suit jacket was already off, exposing his tight shirt underneath that clung to his body like his own skin. He leaned down, kissing my jawline gently, his kisses soft and becoming more passionate as they continued. He started licking and sucking my neck, his lips touching my skin like silk. He found a spot below my ear lobe that made me groan unintentionally before. I could bite my lip to keep it contained. I could feel his smirk on my skin and he continued to suck and kiss that spot. When he had enough, he lifted his perfectly sculpted face, his eyes connecting with mine.

Then I had a plan, looking into his eyes. I mentally smirked. I had a devious, devilish, million-dollar plan. Oh, for this I wish I were on a prank channel on TV. I pulled one hand, cupping the side of his face, where his shocked expression instantly turned into pleasure from my touch. He pressed his face into my hand as I took my hand into his hair, pulling at the roots with a light tug. He moan was soft from his lips, his eyes fluttering closed. A second afterwards I pushed him off, throwing open the door and sprinting down the hallway, my heels behind left behind as I ran. I thanked the Moon Goddess for my shorter dress and ran faster, going into rooms and hoping for a window.

No windows. I must've been in the heart of the house. I opened door after door, hoping for an exit, but then there was him, his eyes plunging into my brain and looking over me inside out. He grasped my waist and tugged me to his chest, my face centimeters away from his.

"You took advantage of my weakness, little mate."

"Hair pulling?" I asked, hopeful to use it next time.

"No." he replied, throwing me over his shoulder and dragging me back into the room. "Little mate, I have clothes for you in the second closet and cleansing products for the shower in the cabinet above the sink, go get ready for bed." I took my chance to get away from him by locking myself in the bathroom, picking out a long shirt and undergarments then stripping myself naked and getting into the bathtub, ready to fill it with warm water.

I guess I was just one of those weird people who get in the tub before they fill it. It didn't matter to me anyway. I shrugged and turned on the water, thankful that I was in the Alpha house where the heaters warmed up the water immediately. I sighed as the water came in contact with my skin. I grabbed Bath & Body Works shower gels and spread it over my newly shaved legs, making them as soft as a baby's bottom. I luckily found Coconut oil, which I out in my hair that removed any bad hairs and softened the rest, ridding them of dandruff and bad oils. I sighed letting myself sink peacefully into the water, logging for a moment before I rinsed it out, then finishing up with my body soap.

I found warm towels on the counter and wrapped them around and squeezed my hair out, drying myself quickly and slipping on the long maroon colored shirt and undergarments and opening the bathroom door to the bedroom, where there was no sign of Laven besides the faint scent of him once being here. I shrugged and slipped into bed, pulling the covers over me and inhaling the sweet scent of mint, pine, and oak wood. I was officially a part of the Blood Moon Pack.

The man opened the door to his bedroom slightly, finding the girl in his bed, hugging one of his pillows tightly in her arms and another underneath her head, her back to the door. He silently walked barefoot over to her, examining her face like he did that the gathering. Her soft brown hair was something to truly admire and her skin was soft, like the softest alpaca wool anyone could buy. He lightly brushed the side of her head, feeling her hair and pulling it slightly, making the girl smile in her sleep. The man smiled, kissing her forehead.

"You have no idea what you do to me, little mate," he whispers, moving to his side of the bed and climbing in, pulling her body to his slowly to avoid her waking up. When she was against his chest, the man sighed, drifting into the calmest sleep.

I woke from a soft snore coming from behind me. I tried to get up but strong, hearty arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer. Alpha was possessive, wasn't he? I tried what I did yesterday, teasing with physical touch then when everything was ready, run off. I turned over on my side so my face was nearly to his perfectly muscled chest. I looked up, noticing his golden eyes closed and his breathing steady and slow - a sign of sleeping. I placed one hand on is hard chest and felt his abdomen, his face changing to a breathless expression in his sleep. I pulled myself up and kissing his cheek for a while before moving down his throat with the softest kisses I could muster.

Very hard to do.