You're mine part 1

I could feel someone’s hands on me. 

My heart immediately began racing and my breath came out in fast paces. No one touched me with the right intentions. It was either was either an aggressive touch, forcing me out of my sleep to do something for them and Tesson’s touch was never calm, it was never soft, it always had a deeper reason. His hands never caressed my face as this touch did. His touch either grabbed my arms or reached for my skirt. I began to wear jeans and never let myself sleep deeply to evade his touch.

He’d tell me to be glad that he was touching me, after all no one wanted me because I was a daughter of a rogue and he told me that was what love is, but right now, this gentle brush against my face didn’t feel anything like how he touched me. Was this love?

I pried my eyes open and met Cohen staring back at me. I frowned slightly. This wasn’t love either. 

I stared at him, wondering what he wanted. Did something happen? Why was he here?

Suddenly, my mind went back to last night and I remembered how I clung to him. I didn’t want to end my life but I guess, that’s what he thought. Who wouldn’t?

I mustered up the courage and asked, “I-Is t-there a problem?” I stuttered slightly, I was nervous at our closeness.

He didn’t say a word for a moment and stared at me.

He finally parted his lips to speak and my eyes met them, watching the movement of his lips. I looked away, realizing what I was doing. He hadn’t said a word yet and I was eager to find out. yes, that’s why I looked back at his lips. Slowly, I was no longer interest in his words. If I leaned in just a little more, I’d know what they tasted like but I stopped him yesterday so that would just be weird.

I shook the thought off.

“Why did you try to end our agreement?” He questioned.

“I-I wasn’t—“

He pulled away, leaning against his chair. I sat up, my eyebrows furrowed.

He reached for his hair and ran his hand through it before he looked at me. “Don’t lie to me”.

“I’m not lying,” I insisted.

“Then what were you doing at the balcony?” He questioned.

“I was getting fresh air,” I answered.

“I don’t appreciate liars,” he said.

“And I’m not lying”.

“You offered to become my dead fiancées substitute and now you’re way of breaking our agreement is by jumping off the roof,” his voice low as he dropped his hand to his law. He leaned forward, his fingers curling into a fist, placing his other hand over it,. pressing down as if to keep it from snapping.

“No, that’s not what that was,” I told him.

“You’re mine now,” he said, his voice mixed with rage. I wondered how he managed to keep a composed posture, but his clenched fist betrayed his anger. “How dare you try to hurt yourself in front of me?”

I parted my lips but no words left them.

“You gave your life to me and I didn’t force you, now I’ve claimed it as mine, you do not take what’s mine, no one does,” he jerked to his feet and leaned.

I looked up at him, our faces inches away from each other.

His eyebrows knitted downwards and his jaw tightened.

He parted his lips and my eyes met them again. Weirdly, I wanted to know what they tasted like but this was not the time for weird desires. “So mark my words and make no mistake. You belong to me now and no one takes what’s mine. Not even you”.

I gulped, my face etched with worry.

Who was this man?

Had I walked into a dangerous den? Had I dug my own grave?

He sounded as though he meant every word.

I couldn’t let him have me but I didn’t speak, nor did I resist. Instead, my lips parted, gasping for air or something more.

“Now. I’ll begin with an easy question, is that okay?” He asked.

I nodded.

“Good,” he took a seat.

“Tell me what was your reason of coming here?”

“I had to run away,” I replied, almost immediately. What had he done to me? I want to hate him but I answered his questions so easily.

No. I shook my head, trying to get myself back slowly.

He stared at me, his eyes urging me on.

“I’m a rogue’s daughter and I was never accepted in the pack, not by my peers, elders, almost anyone but Tesson—the Alpha’s son so I became safe with him and loved him,” I explained.

He scoffed but he didn’t look away from me.

Did he not believe in love? He didn’t act like he loved Giulia. He said her name like it was an unfortunate inevitable occurrence that happened to a random person. 

“Little did I know that he only used me and he agreed to his father’s plan to sell me off for marriage to some random old disgusting man,” I added.

His expression changed for a split second. His returned to a scowl, giving me little time to read it. His eyebrows had twitched, that’s all I remember.

He stared at me for a few minutes, wondering.

I wanted to know what he thought.

“What was your reason for accepting to willingly put yourself in danger?” He asked.

“Safety…Revenge,” I answered.

The irony of my words. I claimed I wanted safety but here I was pretending to be a dead person, pretending to be someone who would be killed as a warning.

Suddenly, a knock came in. "Come in," he instructed.