Chapter 4

-Skyler-

Everything hurt. My whole body screamed for sleep. To just go back to the nothingness, not wake up or even move. Despite the protests of my human body, I opened my eyes. I could see monochromes of blue. It was quite dark, but I guessed that was because the curtains were closed. Sitting up, with much trouble I might add, I looked around. I was in a big room, a set of double doors to my left with two more separate doors straight in front of me. The room was beautifully furnished with rich cream and silver chairs, and a white couch surrounding a TV to my right. Past the couch I could see, through a slit in the curtains, what seemed to be a balcony or maybe a patio. The bed I was on was huge. Just like the walls, the cover of the bed was a royal blue. Looking slightly to my left I could see a light sandalwood theme, evident in the nightstand, bed frame and the little table by the door in the middle as well as the strong scent of wood.

Just as I finished admiring my surroundings like a tourist abroad, a realisation dawned on me: why do I have surroundings to admire? Where the fuck am I? Why does this room smell like my mate? Where was he?

I frantically started to sniff the air, and I swung my legs off of the bed only for my right leg to be violently jerked back. I ripped the covers off of my body to find, to my absolute and utter horror, a thick cuff around my ankle attached to a chain. Crawling to the edge, I could see it went under tte bedframe. And, to top all of it off, I was naked.

What in the actual fuck?

I willed my wolf to take over but it’s like she was gone. I become anxious, yanking on the chain, desperate for something to change. I’m a rogue. I don’t do chains. Where was my wolf? Why wasn’t she answering me? More importantly, why the hell couldn’t I shift?

I need my mate.

No! I most certainly do not! I’m chained to a bed! No way in hell would a mate even worthy of my time of day do this to me!

My internal monologue stopped abruptly when the doors to my left opened. Instantly I knew who it was, momentarily relaxing then remembering my predicament. My whole body felt him. The air changed, draped with his rich and earthy scent. Him. I could feel his presence in the air and I could smell him in my lungs. Fuck. I hate the effect he has on me. He came into view as I growled once more. Looking directly at him, his eyes betrayed that he was angry. He did not look amused.

“Why did you just growl at your mate?” He asked, looking at my curiously with a hint of anger and irritation.

“Well, maybe because I’m chained to a bed and for some reason I can’t shift?” I replied, mimicking his facial expression with some added sarcasm. He needs a fat dose of good common sense. What else would a sane pereon do in this situation?

The air wizzed and he was no more than 30 centimetres away from my face, his eyes staring directly into my soul. A shiver found its way up my spine. Curse my body for betraying me like this.

“Watch your tone, mate. What is your name?” He replied coolly, the anger replaced with a slight hint of amusement.

“Why in fuck’s name am I chained to a bed?” I glared at him, waiting for an answer.

“Tell me your name. I will not ask again.”

“Skyler.” Glaring at his smug face, he looked as happy as a kid with candy.

“I am Ambrose. Nice to meet you, Skyler.” He smirked.

“Why in fuck’s name am I chained to a bed? I will not ask again.” Reiterating his question, I willed my voice to sound as unhappy as I was.

“Language." Did he just reprimand me like a child? The gall of this man! "But, well, you see, we couldn’t take the chance of you trying to escape, still wounded and without getting a chance to meet your mate properly. Your leg needs healing and I need you with me, hence the chain.” Nonchalantly he gestured to the chain as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“That still doesn’t explain why I can’t shift."

“Just a little wolfsbane to keep that silver wolf of yours at bay. You know the rumours. If you weren’t wounded when my men found you I don’t think they could have taken you down.” Was that... pride in his voice?

“Well, all healed up so if you don’t mind I’ll just be on my merry way then,” I stood, wrapping the covers around me in an attempt to keep my dignity. And to show him that I want to fucking leave.

“You’re definitely not going anywhere. You’re staying with me, where you belong. Once we mate I will officially introduce you as the pack’s Luna.” He looked satisfied with himself. Fucker.

I decided to play along. Smiling, “Can I at least have this chain off then?”

He chuckled. “Not so fast, mate. We need to work up to that time of trust. For now, you’ll stay here, rest, wash up and i'll come to check up on you later.”

As he turned to leave, I asked with a genuine curiosity, “What pack is this?”

He turned back towards me and with a smile packed with egotistical pride, "The Silver Wolf pack.”