Call me Zeke.

She knew it would be hard to get away from him when he had Introduced himself as a Lycan King, but it seems leaving would truly be harder than she thought. He sounded so possessive at her, and what was with the flattery about her being perfect?

"Don't be so sure of yourself, Lycan King." She whispered back to him, "You might think you're making progress, but I hope you won't be too disappointed when you find out that you're biting far more than you can chew," 

He instantly understood that the case was something deeper than just her trying to escape since she was an Omega wolf that believes she belongs on her own. Even though she seemed to have changed so much, he could still make out something distant in her eyes that just didn't seem ok to him. 

Looks like she also has her own battles. 

"Do you think you can chew that much?" She questioned with a dare in her eyes. 

He smirked, and her heart somersaulted, "Bring it on." 

"Fine...Master. You asked for it," She nodded like the deal had been made. 

"Call me Zeke," He stated calmly. 

He did say his name was Ezekiel, but it doesn't mean..., "I was sold to you. You can't be serious about..."

"Call me Zeke. I would love my mate to call me by my name," He caressed her face gently. He had so much to ask her, but it wasn't the time to do that. Even if she did reply, he was sure she wouldn't tell him the exact truth, after all, it hasn't been up to a day since they had been reunited again. But before she could say another word, his lips were pressed against her neck and she gasped in shock. 

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The last time Arielle recalled washing up with soap was about several months ago when she had sneaked into a human's house while they were out. She had showered and scrubbed herself till she was mostly satisfied, before exiting, making sure she left things the way they were before. 

Now as she stood inside the bathroom scrubbing herself once again, Arielle wondered whether she had made the right decision by agreeing to stay with him. Well, she has already warned him so if anything happens, he would only have himself to blame. But though, he seemed to be confident and strong in his words and actions.

He always gave her that impression and feeling that she could always lean into him, but that wasn't the way she had been brought up. She can never trust anyone. She knows that very deeply, and the nightmares still haunt her now. 

His footsteps were very light, but right now she could tell he was leaning against the bathroom door waiting for her to finish. It had taken a lot of convincing for him to let her go, and he had once again offered to get her cleaned and have a change of clothes.

That last stare he had given her before she walked into the bathroom had been devious and hungry like he was a breath away from devouring her. A man with eyes like his still felt unreal. 

Once she was done showering, she pulled the towel he had draped over the door earlier and walked out. He wasn't in the room, but she could feel his Aura coming from just outside the door. There were folded clothes on the bed, and her eyes narrowed as she took a good look at them before putting them on. 

Of course, they were too big. 

She had just finished putting on the t-shirt when he barged in again, and she almost jumped back at how sudden it was. He gave her a once over and then cursed under his breath like he had made a very bad decision by giving her his clothes to put on. It was even more provocative to see her like this, and the wet strands of her beautiful hair weren't helping matters. He might have to leave the room for her after all, but he was already walking up to her before he knew it. 

"You're always beautiful," He cupped her cheek, and Arielle stiffened, "Utterly Mesmerizing."

Her hands turned into fists, but she didn't say anything. The mate bond between them must have begun to kick in because she suddenly wanted to touch him back, but her will would always be stronger than that. Just because he's acting all nice and possessive doesn't mean her heart would be snatched away by such. 

She trusted absolutely no living being. 

"Come. You must be hungry. Let's discuss as we have dinner," Taking her hand, he led her out of the room to the kitchen. That strange aura around him was something she could wrap her head around, how could someone possess such raw qualities? His movements were steady and graceful, yet there was a boiling larva beneath it all. 

"Chew on this while I get you something better to eat in a jiffy," He offered her raw meat then began making dinner. At first, she was suspecting he might have poisoned it, but he had seen the suspicion in her eyes and had taken a huge bite to reassure her of her doubts.

Soon enough, Arielle's eyes began soaking in the man's movement as she nibbled on the raw meat. He had so many ingredients inside the fridge, and he was so fluid like some kind of top-notch chef. The meals he was preparing were blowing her mind, and she just looked like a spectator somewhere in the background. 

Once he was done, her belly had already gotten enough of the aroma and she wanted nothing more than to finish everything he had set down on the dining table. Arielle didn't even bother to double-check this time as she was already eating like something tasting heaven for the first time in forever.

He watched her every movement like a hawk, also wondering how she's lived her life to become like this. How badly he wanted to know about her past. 

"How is it?" He asked, sitting right beside her and resting his head on his palm. 

She glanced at him with her mouth full, "It's good, Maste..."

"Zeke." He cut her off smoothly, "I've told you to call me Zeke. Call me by my name, Mate."

Arielle chewed softly, then slowly turned back to look at the food again. Why does he insist on her calling him by his name? It sounded ridiculous for an Omega like her to call an Alpha like him by his name. Swallowing the food, she replied, "That's not right."

"I don't want to be your Master. I am your mate."

"You don't know anything about you. How could I truly be your mate? The mate mark and bond will fade away soon," 

"I'll renew it over and over again."

She sighed inwardly. Was there no getting to this man? "You do not even know my name, and you're asking me to call you by yours?" She tried again, hoping that was enough to make him stop insisting. 

"Of course, I know you. You're Elle." He smiled again, and now she had confirmed his smile was very dangerous for her heart. But the real question was, how did he know her name? There's no way for her kidnappers to have known her name at all, so how did this Lycan...? 

And immediately, she went back to her food. What else does he know about her? Or was he just a very good guesser? It all didn't make sense. The way he spoke, the way her body reacted weirdly... It felt as if they had known each other before even though she had been trying to remember if that was true. 

"How...did you know?" She enquired softly, now chewing softly on her food. The flicker she quickly caught in his eyes had her pausing there, and she would have backed away from him that instant because his demeanor also changed to a completely unhealthy and frightening aura, and it was as if he quickly sucked it back into his body the very next second and threw her another smile. 

"I just know, Elle." He reached out and gently swiped the food that was on her lips, bringing it to his to suck on gently, "And now that I'm calling you Elle, You can also call me Zeke with ease. Hm?" He uttered lowly, still sucking on his index finger so languidly. Elle couldn't help but take her eyes away. It just looked as if he was trying to seduce her even though she could feel that it wasn't part of his intentions at that moment. 

"This isn't where we would live." He said after a while of silence. She had finished the dishes in front of her, "I would be taking you back to my castle soon, Mate." He informed her, and she looked a bit confused right before he lazily smiled and added, "Or have you forgotten so soon that I'm the Lycan King?"