Jane |18+| ✔️

11. The time when I thought I could outrun a Wolf

Jane

My mind is in a tailspin. Unanswered questions only multiply at a rate I can't seem to comprehend. All I knew—scratch that—thought I knew was a lie. The big, bad Alpha has zero reason to manipulate the truth. I'm nothing, a nobody. Just another minnow in his great big pond doing as I was apparently born to do—serve the almighty shifters.

Period.

Trailing behind, the roles reverse from last night as I follow his lead. His projected emotions are ripe with uncertainty and apprehension with a dash of guilt. I question why, but surely it has nothing to do with little, old me.

He made it crystal clear what and who I am. The purpose I serve until he decides he's done with me. "I thought I told you never to be quiet in my presence." The words are laced with dry wit as I sigh and carefully navigate through the ominous woodlands.

"Are you demanding I speak, my Alpha?" I cheekily reply without an ounce of humour. "Like a good little bondswoman? One at your entire beck and call? Hmm?"

Jesus! Did I just say that? I suppose I've said worse in his company.

His gravely chuckle has my head lowering. "Be careful when you tease a wolf, sweet Jane. You might find yourself in the most precarious of... situations." As a wave of his delectable scent continues to entice me, he breaks out into the clearing at the rear of his home. "Don't bait with your words, little one... I only have so much control over the beast that roams within me." The warning shoots heated tingles down my spine, coiling in my core. Inhaling deeply, his hum is animalistic before he grasps my hand.

The feeling leaves me winded as a million tiny fireworks ignite, sending wave after wave of warmth and energy up my arms, soothing my entire body. Overcome with a sense of intoxication—just as I felt when he grasped my throat, I can't help the moan that passes through my lips. My drunken eyes trail to his in the meek moonlight to see molten slivers staring back at me. "Is this the miasma? To make me submit?" it's barely a whisper as I swarmed with the newfound feeling I'd never felt before I met him.

He lets go, and instantly, the flickers of heat fizzle to a dull buzz of underlying warmth. "No," he abruptly answers, storming toward the path that will lead us into the rear of the cottage.

For the briefest of moments, I contemplate running... "follow!" the order is given as I trek behind with a lowered head. The scent of mouth-watering lasagna hits me like a wall when we enter his dwelling. "While on our impromptu hike," he snickers, "dinner arrived. Hungry?"

"No." It's out before I can stop the definite lie. Silas turns to eye me with his pensive stare. "I'm not about to break bread with you or eat meat simply to appease my almighty." His lips twitch as my eyes roll.

"There you go, taunting my wolf again... only disrespectfully this time, Jane." The darkened chuckle has me glued to my spot as my arms fold in a show of defiance. "Close the door," the Alpha ignores my stance, "and washes up for dinner. You're eating whether you want to or not."

"Well, I guess you'll have no other choice but to spoon-feed me..." my throat is grabbed before I can even register what is happening. With my backside planted next to the take-out containers on the main island, my legs are spread wide open with the almighty Alpha wedged between, stretching me further.

Silvery-blues hooded and tawny browns incompliant, the stare-off is deadly and heated like never before. The air charges and sizzles with a mix of heavenly-scented food and Silas, leaving me nothing but intoxicated again. His calloused thumb travels over my chin, rubbing my bottom lip, teasing it open as his canines appear and elongate before my eyes.