CHAPTER 6

The air seemed to grow thick as she stared at the man before her with hatred.

Gwenyvere looked around her, the audience appeared to stare at the situation with expectation.

Wich ever was her fate, she could tell there was nobody among the audience that would dare to stand up for her.

Keane looked at the human lying on the ground, he could even smell her fear however, she didn't let it display on her face rather she gave him a look that could vanish a vampire under a scorching sun. The woman was brave in every sense of the word.

"don't touch me" she voiced between gritted teeth and manage to back away from him twisting and dragging her legs in order to move away with her hands tied to her back. "What are you?"

He found himself smiling inwardly, proud of his woman's self-sufficiency. Not only was she brave but had a proud-hearted as he could see.

"I command you to answer me," she said, "what do you have to do with the withe wolf?"

He smirked knowing fully well that the canines of his mouth had gotten longer.

Such an interesting mix in a woman, he thought.

His wolf was fighting internally to surface, and if he gave in, she will probably faint out of excessive dismay, which was very typical of humans.

Keane noticed she was examining his fangs with a notorious look on her face, her eyes seemed to almost pop out of their socket causing an extreme temptation for him to metamorphose and push her out of her arrogant shell.

Yet she was asking him to show his true colors. how ironic could this be?

"I know it's you" Gwenyvere snapped at him, confirming out loud the theory she has tagged as the most insane of her lifetime "you are the wolf".

Keane simply stared at her, on one hand, the alpha inside him was furious for her disrespect and wanted to teach her a lesson, sink his teeth in her neck and skip every formality, but on the other, he couldn't bear to watch her at his mercy and the fact that she has rejected him and challenged him as well, had him about to turn into his wolfish-humanoid for withstanding his nature.

When Keane took the last step, Gwenyvere started breathing in gulps of air that made her chest rise and fall quickly. The man that seemed to be the leader which she now knew was named Keane squatted in front of her and instead of stabbing or slicing her in two equal parts as she has thought, he simply leaned in very close to her ear making her shut her eyes in fear and say:

"Turn around"

His command had been loud and clear; however, she couldn't even dare to move an inch being so close to him.

The same thing has happened in their ride here, he had warned her not to try anything silly and had held her by her waist pinning her to his body. She has never been so violated before and yet she didn't have the audacity to defy him scared that he might do worse to her.

Gwenyvere's father had once told her what his type of outsiders was capable of doing to even an entire village without a single sign of bad conscience because they had none.

Of course, what else could she expect from such a barbarian?

Before Gwenyvere could forecast it, it took Keane only a blink of an eye to have her rolled over with a quick sudden movement. Her chin was rubbing the dusty soil and she could feel him pinning her to the ground pressing each of his knees against her hips to prevent her from moving.

She tried to kick him or release her hands from his grip, but laid on her stomach, even keeping her head up was a struggle.

"Let me go, you bastard!" she cried with rage and impotence "bounder savage!"

"Be still human," Keane warned her impatiently.

"Get off me!" she complained shaking away as hard as she could "you libertine!" she said raising one of her legs out of luck and aiming at his groin.

"One more move from you and I'll give you a memorable reason to call me names"

Her heart was beating as if it were to burst out of her chest and she finally understood his intentions when she heard the cloth around her wrist tearing, without losing her guard she became still and waited for him to free her.

"Dereck" Keane called on his Gamma "I put her under your watch," he said once he stood up.

With that being said his third in charge already knew what to do next, he took the woman by the arm and guided her out of the field, of course with curses and screams from Gwenyvere.

Tonight was to be their first night as alpha and concubine; he was growing very impatient to see her again.