Her Scarred Alpha | ✓ (Currently Rewriting)

Chapter Thirteen

I was literally shaking inside but I refused to show Blaine how truly terrified I was as he gripped the handles of my chair, blocking me in with no way to escape.

His face directly in front of me, his nose practically touching mine as he growled loudly in my face.

As calmly as I could, I spoke with a firm voice. "Blaine, you don't intimate me and I don't appreciate you being so close while purposely trying to scare me." I said, purposely shoving at his chest, forcing space between us.

He lowly growled at me but stayed back, he grabbed me by my arms pulling me up with him. He had a firm but not rough grip on my arms, as he began pulling me out of the open door way, the broken pieces of the door still shattered across the floor

"Hey!" I shouted as he continued to pull me through the hallways of the pack house.

The whole place was completely silent and clearly everyone had disappeared by either being demanded to leave or just fearful of their Alphas temperament.

The only people there were a few pack warriors and Adrian, who all followed behind quietly while I struggled against Blaine's grip.

I kept trying to yank my arm out of his grasp but to no avail. "Blaine, get off of me!" I shouted furiously, but out of nowhere I was suddenly thrown over his shoulder and he began walking down the corridor. I screamed and started to kick and pound my fists against his back.

"Blaine, put me down!"

He continued to ignore me as he made his way through the pack house.

In the end I just stopped my protests and my screaming to be put down, and allowed Blaine to carry me in the direction of our home. I knew that nothing I said or did was phasing him, so my protests were useless.

I couldn't help but wonder who had told Blaine, how did he know and how did he manage to get there so quickly? There were only two suspects in my mind which were the pack doctor and Jack.

My body swayed a little as Blaine began walking up the steps of the porch. The sound of the door opening entered my hearing and then the sound of Blaine's strong footsteps as he began walking through the hallway to his office.

And I was really beginning to detest that room.

When he finally placed me back on the ground. I felt myself go a little dizzy as all the blood rushed to the back of my head leaving me light headed with unstable legs.

Blaine still held on to me, holding me by my hips helping me stand while I gained my balance. I gripped the front of his shirt until I got my composure back, and was finally able to stand on my own.

I finally looked up to find him staring at me intensely. I could see worry in his eyes, but the pure anger he held was overriding that emotion.

I removed my tight grip from his shirt, indicating that I was fine. He stayed holding my body close to his and then picked me up and walked me over to the couch and gently placed me down.

He backed away from me, but still in close distance.

We sat in silence for a few minutes which began to annoy me as he just blankly stared at me, not giving me a sense or even a clue about how he was feeling.

"You going to talk to me or are you going to just stare at me?"

He continued staring at me for a few moments, then he spoke. "If I spoke to you right away, I would have shouted and then you would have shouted back and then my temper would rise. That would not help our situation, I'm trying to learn to gain control of my wolf and my temper."