He has hurt her, he can still see the marks of his fingers on her delicate neck. He stalked her and watched her like a creep when she stripped but he didn't regret it one bit, what he regretted was hurting her yesterday. He shouldn't have raised his hand on her and now she won't think of him as anything different from these bastards. He was glad she hadn't seen his golden eyes or his changes when Blade was taking over because then she would've been running for hills. She was already scared of him, he cannot let her know what he was, not now, not ever. "Let's go home." He said softly while she just stared at his hands as if they were loaded weapons. She kept quiet, moving more back, if possible she would get inside the wall. Blade growled at him to yank her out, threw her on his shoulder, and took her home but that was not what he wanted, for Lord knows what reason. He freaking wanted her to trust him and in some twisted sadistic way, he wanted to prove that he wasn't like those me
He left the room. Emma could still feel their filthy touch on her skin, it was sickening her, she needed to get their touch off of her body, and without thinking much, she limped to the restroom, locking the door she got rid of her clothes and turned on the shower. Her eyes closed shut in pain when the water washed over the cut on her forehead and lower lip. The rusted blood; now washing away. She vigorously rubbed her arms, and her chest where she felt their touch. She was scrubbing so roughly that her skin became raw and tender but she could care less. Her big fat tears mixed with water as they continued to fall. She was loathing herself, why all of this was happening to her again. Wasn't one trauma enough for a lifetime that she had to face another one? But she was glad, so thankful to God for saving her on time. If not for Mr. Colt, she would've been raped. This man was out of her understanding. At one moment he was all harsh and angry and then sometimes he was so soft and ca
Only if she would've been she-wolf, she then knew what a f*ck mate was and what they meant to each other but moon Goddess chose a human girl for him. A beautiful, naive little girl. "Why did you try to escape?" His voice was soft but he wanted to know why she did that. She kept quiet but he wasn't having it. "I need the truth." His voice was dangerously low, leaving no room for arguments. "Y-you l-locked me." She complained but when she got no response from him it meant he wanted to hear more. "I w..was scared that you'll hurt me." She blurted out with a quivering chin. Her answer was obvious but he didn't like it one bit. Oddly he wanted her to feel safe in his embrace but he didn't give her any reason to feel that. "I will not hurt you." He repeated those same words for the third time in these hours. Emma just nodded her head, not being able to answer him. Xander treated the wound on her forehead and with a glance at her bruised and battered face he wanted to kill those bast
Emma woke up with a sigh but her eyes widened when she noticed the difference in her surroundings, her bed was softer and then it clicked in her. Last night's memories came flowing into her mind like a tsunami and she tensed up for a second. Getting off the bed she limped to the dressing table as she gazed at her swollen bruised face in the mirror. The fingerprints of the slap were gone but the swelling and slight blueness were still there. A thin dried line of blood on her lower lip and her forehead. Her foot was swollen to its fullest. She softly raised her shirt and gazed at the claw marks on her ribs. Luckily the wounds and bruises of this time would fade away and won't leave a permanent mark like that one. With a heavy sigh, she limped to the restroom and went through her morning routine. She was sure that it was a guest room because every essential thing was present in the restroom and they were new, packed, and untouched. Emma slowly unlocked the door and went to sit back on
"Where's your grandpa?" His voice was cold but the question was innocent. Her throat clogged up and all of a sudden she forgot the basic words, her breathing labored and she took in a sharp breath. He got to know the truth. Emma was speechless. "I asked you a question Belle and I need an answer." His cold voice was a warning in itself. "H-he h-has gone on a trip." She blurted out the first thing that came to her mind and at that exact moment, her back touched the wall ending her escape. His jaw clenched at her answer. He was angry before but maybe she enraged him more. "A trip to a God!" He growled and slammed his fist on the wall beside her head making her jump and flinch badly. He knows! Her mouth was shut close and her mind was conjuring up millions of scenarios as to how he got to know the truth. Last night Xander asked one of his men to clean her house and get rid of those dead bodies. He has also asked for all the information about Emma. In the morning he got the call t
"It makes us..." He trailed off, eyes lowering to her plump lips for a second before his eyes met hers with the deepest hunger residing in them. "Forbidden!" He rasped out. Every cell in her body jolted at that word. The mere word set so well with their whole situation. She grabbed his wrist to remove his hold from her nape but his grip was strong. "M...Mr. Colt..." She stuttered, lowering her eyes down. The glint in his eyes didn't let her maintain eye contact with him. All of a sudden his hold on her nape tightened and she winced at the pressure. "Who bullied you, Belle?" Yet another innocent question of his and she was on the verge of a panic attack now. What was this? Some sort of interrogation? "That's none of your....umphh." Her words died down in her mouth when he placed his finger on her lips, shutting her up. "Let's make something clear here." The way his voice came out calm and composed, scared her even more. "Everything related to you is of my concern because you're
"Thank you so much for everything Mr. Colt but I will leave tomorrow." She mumbled softly, loud enough for him to hear. A pause appeared on his form. A fraction of a second before his jaw clenched and his green forest eyes snapped towards her direction and she was fast to look down. She was in trouble again. She should've left tomorrow without any notice but now she was doomed. The deed has been done. "There's no home left there, It was sold." He said calmly and his words shook her to the core. "What?" She gasped in horror while abruptly standing up. She cupped her mouth with her palm and it felt as if the ground beneath her feet was gone. She endured so much just to keep that apartment safe, that remains of her family and he took it away. Tears gathered in her eyes. "How could you?" She whispered, heartbroken and he let out a sigh, standing up as well. "That was the last thing left of my family!" She screeched, unable to control the quiver of her voice. All the memories they h
Emma woke up groggily, walked into the restroom, did her business, took a shower, and wore a bathrobe. By now the shirt she was wearing from two days ago was all dirty. She stayed in the room for five minutes and then decided to ask him for a spare shirt. She knocked on his door once and then twice as his door slowly creaked open, startling her. "Mr. Colt?" She whispered in a soft voice, when no answer came, she opened the door fully and stepped in. He was nowhere in sight and then she heard the shower running. She further walked in straight towards his wardrobe. She knows she was intruding but it was far better than him seeing her in a bathrobe. A variety of clothes were neatly settled in their sections while few were hanging. She marched to the shirt's portion and was searching for an extra large shirt so her thighs would cover as well. She was too engrossed to notice when the noise of the shower wasn't coming anymore and she didn't even notice when the door behind her slid ope