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Ch. 5

*Axle's Perspective*

"That's no way to speak to your mate, Princess," I smirked, but there was a strong warning beneath my words. I watched her pink delicate lips take a sharp intake of air and those huge eyes widen even more, but only for a second.

She began fitfully trying to crawl out of the tiny space under the bed. "What are you even doing in my h-ow!" Where her light, airy voice should have continued scolding me, a quick metallic ring interrupted as her little head bumped the bed frame. My hand twitched seeing my precious little in pain, but she quickly recovered, rubbing her head viciously then crawling out even faster. 

"Why are you here?! Get out!" Normally I would let her know her boundaries in how to speak to me, but I could not take my little mate seriously in her pink fleece strawberry pajamas, pigtails, and stuffed animal. Her eyes glared at me with a fire so strong you wouldn't think she is a foot shorter than me. 

I shrugged, lazily walking around her and falling onto her bed. I nearly groaned as the fluffy bed that held her every night cradled me, which was almost as sweet as her peaches and flowery scent. My jaw clenches to keep the noise silenced.

"W-what are you doing?! Get off!" She tried to tug on my shirt, but when she got the hint that I wasn't moving, she set down her stuffed animal and grabbed my arm with both hands and the most determined expression. I would've laughed at how adorable she was if when our skin touch I wasn't lit on fire with the need to feel more of her. My other arm instantly shot out and grabbed her, yanking her onto the bed. She let out a small squeak before she fell onto my chest. My jaw clenched and my fists curled in her soft pajamas. Her tiny figure was frail and dainty and fit in my arms in a way so perfect that I had never experienced. She froze, her body stiff.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and glared down at me. "Well?!" she demanded.

"I wanted to see where you lived," I said nonchalantly, taking in the very cutesy room. 

She snapped inches in front of my face. "Focus. That answer's not good enough." 

I groaned lowly in annoyance and crossed my arms behind my head. "Fine, the truth is your parents violated a property rule."

Her eyes widened into saucers, "what?! No! They always do everything right and on time." Her voice fell to a whisper, "they make sure." She looked so sad my heart began to sink.

"Well, they won't be held there for long. I needed proof you were he-" 

"Held?! Where?!" She shot up off of the bed and ran to a little closet where she started digging in the corner until she pulled out a pair of dirty white converse. She tried to tug them on quickly but fell down. 

"Don't worry, they're safe." I resisted the urge to go to her. "They are just sitting in my office with some guards waiting for me." Her eyes snapped to me with so much betrayal I felt physical pain in my chest. I gulped. I wanted to reverse what just happened, and I would. But first I needed to sort things out. "Do you have a boyfriend?" The thought made rage shoot through me, but I stayed calm since there was no reason for it. Yet.

"No." Relief washed over me. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No." 

She glared at me through narrowed eyes. "Oh yeah, I forgot you can't stay loyal to one pussy at a time." 

I nearly choked, hearing such vulgar language come out of a face as doll-like as hers. My shock was quickly replaced with anger as I sat up and stalked towards her in four steady steps. Her contemptuous mood morphed into fear as she backed into the wall, nowhere to go in the tiny room. I pinned her to the wall with just my presence, half an inch between our bodies as I glared down at her. I could feel her fighting her body's involuntary wish to lurch forward to me. She squirmed, not making eye contact, and I growled. She whimpered.

"Don't ever speak to me with that tone." She whimpered again, obviously uncomfortable. "Not only am I your mate," I slammed a hand against the wall next to her head, startling her. "I will be your alpha," my other hand latched around her throat with a strong grasp and forced her to look up at me. "Do you understand?" 

"Y-yes, sir." My knees started going weak at the look in her eyes: admiration, intimidation, lust, and acceptance of my dominance over her. I stood there for seconds, but God I wish it was longer, staring down at her with so much emotion even I couldn't process them all. Her instincts took ahold and her body pressed onto me, earning a growl from deep in my chest. My body shook slightly trying to wrangle the beast inside. She wanted me, and I knew it, but it wasn't right. It took every cell in my body to release her and back up a few steps, her body instantly slumping as soon as I left her. 

I couldn't look at her, her eyes were hooded with lust and I knew I would lose control. "Get ready, we are going to see your parents." I walked out of the door without waiting on her, desperately needing (but not wanting) air that was not scented by my glorious mate.

Her heart was nearly jumping out of its chest as I walked onto the front porch.