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"And it sounds like, you just wanted to throw your frustration and blame card over someone weak, which does make you the worst person ever." His head shifted but his expressions remained dangerously calm. And you could say this was the calm before the storm. I tried to bit back another remark, but the words slipped one by one with ease. "I'm sure, you were born sick in the brain, asshole. And here is a thing about assumptions. Not every rouge is bad." His deep crystal like gems flickered from my hand to my eyes. "You shouldn't have done that." He whispered in a very low, rough voice---it almost went into an octave.

Tsk. Assuming.

In a gruff voice, the kidnapper told the new man. “You fucking come one step near me, and you won’t see the next morning.” The new man forewarned him. “You really think I am an idiot, Buddy. I am not going to harm you… Yet.” After a dramatic pause, he said the word yet. “You are an asset to us, and remember that even if I don’t see the day next morning, I have other friends who will. So, hurting me won’t help you.” The self-assured abductor informed him.

"You are under arrest!" ^^^^^^^^

Almost. "I reject you."

I countered quietly, though even as I said it, I knew how weak that sounded. “That’s not the point.” He shook his head slightly, his expression sharpening just a fraction. “You didn’t know what you were walking into, and you didn’t have a backup plan if something went wrong.” I held his gaze, silent for a moment, because there wasn’t an easy way to argue against that without turning the conversation into something unnecessary. “You’re assuming something would have gone wrong.” I said finally, though my tone lacked the conviction it might have had earlier. “I don’t assume.” He replied calmly. “I prepare for possibilities.”

Abdul said, drumming those fingers on his chin. "Whatever, you can assume whatever you want." I replied. "I'm not assuming anything, guy." he retaliated, rolling his eyes. "Suit yourself, Abdul." I said calmly. ******

This Alpha is such a pain in the ass. Unsure of what to say I simply reply "we'll see."

He watched me cautiously as I walked towards him and stopped about a foot away, "You don't like me, do you?" "I never said-" "Answer me." "No." "Why?" "Because you're a rogue. You're most likely taking advantage of the strength of the pack to get by." "So, you consider me to be a leech and a weak link." "Yes." "Fight me."

Not the kind of apology used to move past something. Not the kind powerful men give when they’re managing perception. This one meant something. He meant it. “I made an assumption about you,” he continued. “In a room you had every right to be in. That was… arrogant.” I didn’t look away. “It was,” I said. He nodded once. Accepted it. No resistance. No deflection. “And now?” he asked. I studied him for a second. “Now,” I said, “I’m standing in your building… having just signed a contract that says I belong here.”