7- Don't Leave

In his dimly lit room, he poured himself a drink and walked with the drink in his hand, moving around with a file in his hands. The smell of whiskey hit his nose before he swallowed the drink in one gulp.

It burned his throat and at the image of red flames, her beautiful red hair waltzed in his thoughts. He gripped the cup too tight. Oh how badly he had stopped himself from holding her longer.

She felt so soft, so small and so right in his arms. She was simply perfection.

But the way she stared at him. Her eyes were cautious and she acted as though he were a threat.

Did she not feel the mate bond? Surely she did. Why was she trying to deny him and pretend she didn’t feel it? How long would she keep this up?

He had never considered himself a patient man. He didn’t want to wait for her to relax around him. His hands itched to claim her. His teeth wanted to bury themselves in her neck. He wanted to inhale her sweet sweet scent.

She smelled like wild fucking roses. How was that even possible?

He walked back to his desk where his lamp sat and he dumped the file there. This was his next mission.

He had treated this carelessly and just handed it down to the others. At first, he didn't want to bother himself with it. His head had been quiet for a while. The madness had stopped and Leiken seemed to have taken a rest.

He dropped the glass cup on his desk and he headed for his window. He liked to stare out at the evening sky on days when he didn’t know how to feel.

"This is a mess," he sighed and ruffled his silver hair. "I want to carry her again," he said to himself as he enjoyed the view. He could see the whole mansion from here. He felt like a god-

What was that? He didn’t need to squint his eyes at the figure on the ground who made her way towards the gate. Her bandaged arm was covered in the long sleeved leather jacket she wore and her red hair was let loose.

What did she think she was doing? Where was she going? That wasn't the way to the bathroom. She was going to the bathroom, right? Because if she wasn't then she didn’t know how tight he squeezed his fist as he tried to control his anger. His face however looked different; he was smiling.

His smile was wide as he watched her go. With wide eyes he stared too.

How could she think to run away from him? How could she run away from her own mate?

"Ha- haha!" he laughed with a smile on his face. "She's so wicked!" he concluded as he dug his hands in his pocket and took out his phone. He kept his eyes on her and he dialled the number. With each ring, his anger reached a new level but he had to admit, watching her from behind was a beautiful sight.

"Yes, sir?" the security at the other end replied professionally.

"My guest is escaping," he said and turned back to his desk. "Stop her," he paused and quickly added, "If you touch her, I'll kill you."

No one was allowed to discover how soft she was. He'd take their hands first and burn it to ashes, then cut off their heads to kill the memories of it.

"Y-Yes, sir!"

He hung up.

He stared at the file once more before he flipped it open. What had he missed?

Name: Anastasia Robie

Age: Thirty-one

"Oh!" he tilted his head to the side. "She's older than me," he raised his hand and counted his fingers. He had never been good at maths. " Nine years."

He didn't care. She was like fine wine and everyone knew the thing about wine; the older it gets, the sweeter it'll become.

He liked wine. He would enjoy licking her clean from head down to her pretty toes.

Missions received: 178

Missions failed: 0

His lips curled in a smile. A fierce mate by his side was one thing he never expected.

He read the file a little more, only stopping at the 'additional information'. "To be treated with caution. Kill on sight. Highly skilled and very dangerous."

It all sounded like music to his ears-

"The guards," he suddenly realised and he put the file down, hurrying to his window. His eyes widened at what he saw.

There were at least eight guards on the ground around her while she huffed in the middle, taking a fighters stance as she glared at the others who backed away.

That was fast. When did she take down all eight of them? The way she stood with her fist in front of her, the other guards stared at each other. How were they to stop her without touching her especially when she beat them up?

Despite all of that, one thing resonated with him as he watched her from above- "Beautiful. She's so beautiful." could his smile get any wider but he soon froze when he saw her left arm freeze. He pushed his hair back from his right eye and he took a closer look. The way she turned away, hiding that arm and gritting her teeth as if to hide it from them that she was in pain.

"Shit! She's injured!" he cursed at himself and pushed the windows open. The night wind slammed him and his hair flowed in the wind.

What was he thinking of leaving them to bring her back safely! He should never have trusted another with his mate! He would have to bring her in by himself.

He stepped out from the window, feeling the rush from the wind as he fell from the same height he had warned her against. He landed on the ground with a little bend of his knees and that spot on the floor broke only a bit. He dug his hands in his pocket as he took his time walking to the site.

He hummed a lullaby softly and when he approached, they heard the tune first. The guards turned to him and gave way.

"It's LeRoy," they announced his arrival.

"He'll handle her. We should stay back."

"Stay behind him. We can't touch her, remember?"

He ignored them as his centre of attention was glaring at him. Her eyes were so fierce. Just like her resolve to run away from him.

What a wicked mate she was.

"You should be in bed," he started. He was feeling anxious even talking to her. He had never felt this way before. Shit! He was getting too excited just seeing her face. "Did you get hurt? Did they touch you?"

Anna blinked in confusion and glanced at the bodies around her. Since they didn't come at her with weapons, she didn't kill them. She simply knocked them out. But now he asked if they touched her- did he not see his guards?

Shouldn't he be worried about them instead?

But then he was so concentrated on her like no one else mattered, just the two of them. He made her uneasy and she didn't like the feeling. She was even more cautious than before.

"Open the gates," she commanded instead. She didn't want to spend any more time trying to figure him out.

"Why?" he asked with a clueless look. "Where are you going? It's so late at night. You're not fully recovered yet-"

"I'm leaving!" she grunted. Her left arm was throbbing and hurting like hell. She could even feel the blood rolling down her arm.

"Okay," he said to her surprise. "I'll let you leave," he smiled and her heart skipped a beat. "But let's make a deal, you'll wait till after you're healed-"

"No. I'm leaving now," she refused. Who was he to dictate her life and why was he smiling at her that way? He looked like art. She didn't want to admit it but why was he so damn fine?

"You see, I don't like that," LeRoy said and folded his arms. He hummed for a moment, "I can smell your blood from over here. If you leave, you'll pass out and you'll be vulnerable to anyone who wishes to kill you."

No lie, she was already feeling dizzy.

"How about this? If you leave and you pass out, I'll take you and I get to keep you."

She didn’t know what was more shocking; his words or the creepy wide smile on his face.

"What?" she said in disbelief. "Keep me? What do you think I am? An object?" She was furious at that. He had no manners!

"But when you pass out, you'll be at the mercy of anyone. So if I pick you up, you'll be mine," he still kept that smile on his face. "What do you say, huh? Wanna try and play that game with me? Let's see who wins. Open the gates for her, don't keep her waiting."

Now she pondered on his words and saw that it made sense. With the way her head was feeling light, she wouldn’t last a second outside. But she could still try her luck. What if she was only feeling dizzy because of his words and the fact that she just beat up eight men?

She could make it outside.

Anna backed up a little and his eyes fell to her feet. He simply watched her in fascination and she wondered if she had diamonds on her feet because of how he stared.

"Did you make your choice already," his words died when she took a step forward and soon, she was walking towards him. He inhaled deeply, wanting to catch her scent but she was greedy. She didn’t leave any for him to find.

She got to his side and she slowed down, "Stay away from me."

He flinched at her threat but having her speak so close to him sent a cool chill down his spine. He wanted her by his side again.

He whirled around to say something but she fell back on his body. He grabbed her shoulders quickly and the guards around gasped in shock as they maintained their distance.

She didn’t move and her full weight rested on him. Her legs looked weak on the ground too. It soon dawned on him, "Oh! She passed out."