"Ai..Aiden...let...me..go!" She was held up, her back to the mirror, his hand tight on her neck. "Why...are you doing this?"
He smiled. "I want to be alpha. Is that not obvious? The current alpha is old and weak already and wants to get rid of the position real quick. You are my only obstacle."
"Obstacle? I love you! I would have..."
"Oh, please. In the end, I am just going to be an omega husband of the brilliantly elegant white wolf, and female alpha." He dropped her on the floor, and she struggled to keep balance, but then fell, stretching her hands out first, so she doesn't hit the floor.
"Aiden..why? I loved you. I brought you back."
"Now we are recalling favors?"
She didn't expect it when his foot made contact with her side, sending her off. She groaned, tears falling. It wasn’t the hit, it was the betrayal. It was the broken trust. It was the person it had come from.
"You brought me back? Hell. I didn't follow you here cause I was madly in love. I came here cause I needed to punish you. For everything."
Another kick, and she coughed out blood. Her eyes were red, her hand cradling her side.
"I am sorry, Aiden."
This weak, fragile woman lying on the floor, about to beg this man to love her, and stop, wasn't the Kaitlyn she knew. But circumstances changed her, right? Changed everything she was and everything she believed in.
"I am sorry for everything."
"The hell you are, Kaitlyn. The hell you are."
Another kick. More blood. A crack. A rib was broken. Now the pain was getting to her, her hair falling on the sides of her face, her eyes bloodshot.
"Stop...just stop." He laughed heartily, and there was that tint she has heard earlier.
He was completely different. Aiden was hitting her and it took time for her to let it sink in. He was hitting her, and she was bleeding, and he was laughing, and he wouldn't stop. She put her hand and threw her hair back.
Aiden was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands on either side, relaxed, his legs crossed. She didn't know this man, she was sure of it. He was, at least not the person she knew. Not even an inch. "Done begging?" He laughed as he said it. "I've never seen you beg. It looks cute."
He came forward and squatted to her height so all she could see was his legs. "What do you think I’m going to do now? Kill you? Assume the position? It's not that easy. Or no...I won't make it that easy, I promise."
"I hate you, Aiden." She spat, anger clouding her eyes.
"That's harsh. Already? I thought you were so in love with me just then."
He shrugged and stood, walking away. "Not like it can be helped that you hate me now...but, so fast? Gosh, you hurt my feelings." He said and came before her again, his foot close to her palm.
Kaitlyn was breathing hard, the pain in her side shooting up and making her breath hitch. She couldn't move, the pain in her heart and her side was too overwhelming for mobility. But then, that color, him...everything had changed.
She remembered that moment when he found out who she was. The betrayal in his face, that maddening switches of blue in his eyes looking betrayed, broken and hurt. Nothing about him had changed, but now , his smell was different.
"Don't look back." He hadn’t wanted her to look back, and he had left the mirror's focus too. Had he been morphing into this beast? Was this beast always inside of him?
She took a deep breath. What she was going to do would probably make her groan at least and scream out in pain at most, but, she would do it. She had to. His laughter came.
"Are you thinking of names for me? Aiden would be good."
He pronounced it as Aiden, the A sounding like that of Apple. "
Aiden. That's my name." He had told her the first time she asked. She needed to do it, and she would do it now. Trying hard not to make a sound, making sure his foot was still there, so she wouldn't miss it and make clear her intentions, she closed her eyes, knowing it would be really hard to do it without making noise. But she had to do it. She had to no matter what.
Chris was grunting loud, the room now dark. Linda had left him hours ago, and hadn't shown her face to him again. Just dumped a sack, gave a merry sound and walked off again. His heart was beating loudly in his chest, and he tried to propel himself to move forward on the chair, or get himself free. He heard a sound, a little tapping sound, as if it came from a distance.
The position she had tied him in, the wounds inflicted on him didn’t allow him much mobility so he could only crane his neck. All he met was more darkness. A groan came and he tried to move.
"W..who's there?" His jaws bled from the effort and he spat it out. Another groan. He was too pained to talk again, so he just tapped his foot. It was dangerous move, especially since he would be alerting whatever it was, but he felt he should do it anyway.
A groan came and it sounded close, really close and wolf like. Like a human dominated by a wolf side. He tried to pull himself up, then dragged the chair forward. One leg of the chair caught with the ropes holding his legs together, the chair worked, lost balance, sending him to the ground face first. The rope on his hand loosened up with the stretch, and he took the opportunity to wiggle his hands out. He couldn’t quite see, but he could feel the rough texture of the sack close to his head. Maybe this could be his salvation.
He needed to get out, and he didn’t care who helped him do it. He felt around the sack, found an opening, then stretching his nails, tore into the side. He opened the hole wider, till he felt it was big enough.
A groan came, but the pain wouldn't let him talk. He felt around it, feeling hair, then smooth skin, then cotton. It was definitely a human. The person seemed to be waking up, and from the dark, he could make out the shadows of the person attempting to move.
"Look up." He said slowly, blood trickling down with each syllable. Luckily, the person did, and staring back at him were a pair of unmistakable un named colour eyes.