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I gasped and squirmed underneath him, refusing to look him in the eye. My heart beat frantically as I clawed his skin, searching for a way to be released.

"Don't be so disobedient", he whispered sultrily into my ear. "I told you I like the wild ones".

I stilled immediately but firmly set my head sideways, praying he wouldn't try and force me to do anything. My prayers seemed to go unanswered, however, as his hand gripped my jaw tightly and he pulled my chin towards him.

"Look at me", he whispered.

My chest heaved and my breaths came out like pants as I forced the wave of emotions to not overtake my rationality. I wasn't going to beg to him nor cry or plead. I would remain calm. People of his disposition didn't like that. They craved a reaction.

Caving in, I looked into his eyes, expecting the narcissistic monster to be present, only to find normal looking hazel eyes. I stared back at him, forcing my hands to stop trembling and my heart to calm down.

Don't give him the response he wants.

He smirked as he looked down at me smugly and trailed a finger across the outline of my lips. I remained unflinching, staring back into his eyes stubbornly.

He would tire of this soon. Hang on a little more. Think about Mum and Dad and that surprise party they threw you a few years ago. How Sarah fell face-first into the pool because she was walking whilst texting and how Sarah's dad toppled over the tiered cake when he ran in to get her out.

As he leaned in closer and closer, I forced myself to remain within my memories, focusing on the happy past rather than the present. His hand slowly made its way to my hair and his lips brushed gently against my own.

There was a faint noise in the background, a distracting thumping noise but I couldn't hear it properly through the thick doors.

His lips then touched mine bringing my attention back to him and I fought off the revulsion, forcing myself to remain still and unmoving. He languidly kissed me, his hand tugging on my hair. "Kiss me back", he murmured against my lips.

No. I would not.

Clenching my fists, I kept my lips sealed. He would only ever get unresponsive, even if he forced me.

"So that is the game you want to play", he snarled softly. "Well, it takes two to play so I'll just be the offence".

"And, I'll be the defence. From now till forever", I whispered back.

"Good. A bird is prettiest when it tries to fly away. Makes it all the more exciting". He lowered his lips back down to mine when suddenly, the door slammed open. The door bounced off the wall, causing the windows to rattle slightly. I pushed Mikhail away from me and apprehensively peered over his shoulder to see the woman who bumped into me on the pack grounds standing there, her mouth open in shock.

Jacob stumbled in beside her, his arm outstretched as if to grab her but it was clearly too late. Her hair was swept back as if she had run here and her cheeks were flushed an angry red as she took in Mikhail pushing me up against the wall. I tried to push him away in embarrassment but he just grinned and gripped my hands tightly.

"You-" She exclaimed, her chest heaving in anger.

"Cyra!" Jacob hissed, trying to grab her. She shrugged off his hands, shaking as she stared at me. "Not right now!"

Cyra looked at me then Mikhail, her mouth open but she was clearly unsure about what to say. A fiery red blush was painted across her cheeks and the sounds of her heavy breathing filled the room.

I discreetly tried to wrestle my hands away from Mikhail but he gripped on tight and tugged me out from behind him, placing me directly in her line of fire.

"Please, Cyra", Jacob whispered, his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere. "You have to understand-"

"I understand from what I see" she breathed out, hatred clear in her eyes as she glared at me. "You're disgusting. Immoral. No one will ever, ever accept you here, you dirty human whore", she spat viciously.

I flinched back at the animosity in her words, hurt, only to fall back onto Mikhail's chest and recoiled forward.

She glared at me and then Mikhail scathingly before storming out of the room, her hair whipping on from behind her. Jacob glanced fearfully at Mikhail before chasing after her in a rush.

"Ooh, I always thought she was timid but she seems rather... feisty" he purred, staring through the open doorway at her retreating back.

"Have you ever thought about it?" I asked, seething. "How no one might accept me? How many people will hate me?"

"No I haven't and I don't need to". He smiled at me in a conceited manner. "I'm the Alpha so they have to obey".

"It didn't seem like she was obeying?! Why is she so hostile anyway? I did nothing to her!"

"Maybe it's because she knows how you're after both brothers - both Malik and me". He chuckled at my expression. "She may even be heartbroken that you're stealing the men of this place one by one".

"Stop entertaining ideas like this! You've kidnapped me, forcing me and now I have to put up with this too?!"

"The pack not liking you", he drawled. "Sounds like a 'you' problem".

"Oh - fuck off". I wrenched my arm free and pushed past him.

"Where do you think you're going?" He called out in an amused tone.

"Wherever I want. If you're the 'Alpha' and I'm supposed to be 'mated' to you, I have authority too, don't I?"

He started to laugh hysterically, throwing his head back. He pounded his fist on the table and chuckled more, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye.

I scoffed and stormed out, leaving him laughing by himself. I made my way to my room, slamming the door shut behind me and I stood in the centre of my room, fuming. I hated all these misunderstandings and how easily I was called a whore. I had to put up with - who was that woman anyway? She looked a lot like Jacob and he definitely cared for her judging by the way he chased after her.

Jacob! He was not with me as he ran after that girl, Cyra. I was alone, in my room with the door unlocked. I ran to the window and peered out in disbelief. It was raining so there were hardly any people, only a few murky outlines. This could be my chance.

I rifled through the closet, wincing all the white clothes. Rain meant mud and white would be a disaster as well as a walking beacon showing everyone where I was but I would have to make do as it was all I had. I slipped on the most reasonable, decent shoes that looked like I could run in and slipped on a thick jumper on top.

Calm down. Don't fuck this chance up.

I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, my chest lifting up and down. My hands formed tight fists, my nails digging in. The pain cut through my panic and my mind began to clear. I could only go out through my room door and out the way Jacob took me the other day. There were people inside but I could potentially go unnoticed as I saw that most people lived separately and very few people actually lived here.

Opening my door hesitantly, I peeked outside. No one was there. It was so quiet, it was unnerving. The walls seem to loom up around me and every creak seemed extra loud, echoing painfully. Holding my breath, I tiptoed down the long winding stairs, keeping an eye out for anyone. I could see the large single oak door in front of me and best of all, no one was there. I could get away easily. The carpet was thick beneath my feet, muffling my cautious steps. I gripped onto the bannister and tiptoed down the stairs till I reached the bottom.

Half-running, my fingers wrapped around the doorknob and I twisted it open in one fluid motion and pulled the door back. I waited with bated breath. No alarms or warnings. No one had noticed.

I glanced outside, a constant sheet of rain awaiting me. This was it. I took a step out, feeling the mud squelch under my feet and then another. Closing the door behind me softly, I walked on almost in disbelief. No one was here. Not a single guard. The rain battered at my skin, my clothes drenched and heavy in a matter of seconds, sticking to my body like a second skin. I pressed on, however. There was no time to be fickle.

The woods seemed as uninviting as ever. Dark. Dreary. Depressing. But it was the lesser of the two evils. Heading towards the edge, I looked around cautiously. I would stick to the path near the road. It was my best bet.

The twigs and leaves crunched beneath my feet and I brushed wet hair out of my face. The clouds covered a large portion of sunlight so the little lighting I had rather than making my path easier, made it harder. Ominous shadows sprung up in every corner making my heart falter. The more I walked, the more I tripped and stumbled.

The cold started to set in my bones. The jumper was useful when dry but now it was a thick soggy burden, clinging to my skin. I turned around. The house was there but in a distance. I could go back and be warm. My teeth were starting to chatter. I should have thought this through. The house seemed to welcome and invite me but I gritted my teeth and walked on. If I could ride out this storm, I could survive this.

Suddenly, the patter of the rain became louder and more forceful. My heart sank as I realised why. Hail. It was hailing. Small blocks of ice fell from the sky at full speed, crashing into the ground. It started suddenly but each sting was long-lasting. The leaves offered barely any protection except when reducing the impact if the ice hit a leaf first.

I hadn't thought this through. At all. I hadn't even bought the food basket in the rush that I was in. What was wrong with me? I staggered over to the nearest tree and slumped back, revelling in the little shade is offered.

Why hadn't I thought this through? What was happening to me? What was happening to my rational, plan making side? Where did all my logic go?

I sighed. I knew where it went. My heart sang with the first chance of escape, overruling any sense. It sang because escape meant seeing him. Being with him. Loving him.

The intense romantic feeling I felt for Malik was slowly becoming tainted with a sense of frustration and annoyance. Why was I sacrificing my personality for him? Why was my meticulous persona, sacrificed in the name of love? Why was I always the one that had to suffer? Why was I always running to him and not him to me?

The shivers shook my body as my mind underwent a downwards spiral of self-loathing and anger. This was all his fault yet I was getting the short end of the stick. I would rather be in a mental institution then forced into an intrusive relationship. I didn't ask for this, yet here I was.

My body became racked with coughs, each one tearing through my body. The shivering became more violent as my body desperately sought for a way to keep warm. The tips of my fingers grew cold and pale. My heart dropped. None of these was good signs. The temperature had to be in the zero or minus region. The clouds didn't seem to let up and the hail only grew angrier.

I glanced at the road ahead and then back at the house. Fight through it but at what cost? Frostbite? Pneumonia? Go back but at what cost? A forced relationship?

I sighed and started to walk. Did my survival at any risks come first or did my survival via submission come first?

Hi.

So news in the next chapter. I was planning to only upload one but I decided I'll just upload the next one early as its ready to publish and it is shorter than normal.

How are you all?

Question for Today:

What is your favourite nut? (get your mind out of the gutter, I'm talking about peanuts, almonds etc lol. It is a weird question but I am eating walnuts right now and I was struggling to think of a question XD).

Any weird theories or guesses on how the plot will go? If somehow you get it right, I'll do something, IDK what lol.

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