Chapter 36

Last night was freezing, I couldn't get the fire going, and the only warmth offered was by Shadow

lying on my feet. It was so cold that my bones ached, and I could not seem to get warm. I woke up

multiple times, my heart slamming in my chest and my throat tight at the memory of my

nightmares. I was plagued with nightmares of the night my grandmother died, only now I have

three new people to star in it, making it so much worse.

The sound of my doorhandle rattling makes my consciousness slowly return; I blink, my eyes blurry

from sleep, but I can tell it is still early; everything is cast in that moment before the sun comes up

A sleepy shadow that I wish I could let pull me back into sleep, only this time, I didn’t want those

dreams to be full of nightmares.

Rubbing my eyes, I sit up, looking around the room. The sun isn't burning my retinas from my eyes

yet, so I know I don't need to be up. So why am I awake?

When I hear no other noise, I snuggle under the heavy, warm blankets, convinced I imagined the

noise. I stretch out my legs, feeling for Shadow, who is asleep at my feet. Instead, I find the end of

the bed cold when I hear a clicking noise and paws on the floor.

"Come here, Shadow, and warm my feet,” I mumble, still half asleep. The next second, the mattress

is upturned. A shriek leaves my lips, and I am dumped on the floor with a hard thud that leaves me

rattled.

“Morning!” Chirps Zeke as I groan, getting to my hands and knees to see the key Shelley placed

under the mattress is now on the floor. My eyes linger on the bronze key for a second and then dart

to Zeke, who is wearing his signature smirk. I quickly get to my feet, and the first thing I notice is

that the door is shut.

My eyes instantly look for Shadow, but he is nowhere to be seen, making me even more vulnerable

to this prick.

“Miss me?” Zeke laughs, and my eyes move to him on the other side of the bed. Zeke's eyes flash

black, and he smiles sadistically, his eyes roaming over me with a hunger that I don't like. A shiver

travels up my spine, and I smooth my hands over the front of my shirt. Almost as if that action will

hide me away from him. Zeke noticing my discomfort, chuckles.

“Do you always look this tempting when you first wake up?” he purrs, and I watch him warily, taking

him in. His chest is bare, hair dishelleved like he himself only just awoke to, bronze skin ripples as he

moves, and if he wasn't such a prick he would be nice to look at with dark thick hair, long lashes

framing equally dark eyes. They flicker to their normal color and his full lips tug in the corners.

"What do you want, Zeke?" I snap at him, it's much too early for this, and I wasn't rested enough to

deal with him. I don't think anyone is ever rested enough to deal with him, this man has the ability

to suck the damn energy and will live out of anybody he crosses.

“I want many things, human. One of them you're going to give me now!” he says, moving to the end

of the bed. I take a step back, my hip bumping into the bedside drawer hard enough that I know it

will leave a bruise.

"Get out! I'm supposed to spend today with Regan, not with you! You have no reason to be in here!”

I tell him.

“We have plenty of time; he can have you once I'm done with you,” Zeke mocks, and his canines slip

out past his teeth, he then stalks around the bed. My eyes widen, and I find myself backed into a

corner.

My heart skips a beat, and he growls, reaching for me, but I jump onto the bed, rushing to the other

side. It is far too early for his petty games. He chuckles, moving to the other side, and I stop in the

middle of the bed, snatching up the first thing my hands land on, which has to be the most useless

weapon in the world; a damn pillow.

This makes Zeke laugh harder as I brandish it like a weapon while glancing around, if only I had

plants in here or the window was open. Maybe then I could at least have something more useful

than this pillow. Yet Manipulating duck feathers was never taught to me!

"What are you going to do with that?” Zeke mocks and his eyes flash sinisterly.

My heart races in my chest, and the adrenaline pumping through my veins has my mind working in

overdrive as I try to figure out why he is in my room and where Shadow has gone.

I worry that maybe he has done something to hurt Shadow, but I have little time to spare much

thought to that as he comes closer.

My eyes dart around the room frantically, looking for something a little sturdier to beat him with if

needed when he lunges at me. I jump back, and his hands narrowly miss me.

“Now don't be like that, Love. How about instead of me making you bite the pillow, I let you use it....

I wouldn't want your knees to ache when you're on them with your pouty lips wrapped around my

cock.” his eyes flicker, and I can see the monster he truly is peeking out at me. He's nothing but a

beast that wants nothing more than to make me hurt for his own sick pleasure and entertainment.

“You bring that thing anywhere near my mouth, and I will fucking bite it off!” I retort.

“Looks like you're biting the pillow, then!” Zeke snarls. “Don’t worry, it will only hurt a little.” He

reaches for me, and I move to the edge, nearly falling backward, and I only just regain my balance

before falling off.

Zeke chuckles, walking around the end of the bed.

"You can't, you can't fuck me; it's against the rules!” I snap at him, moving closer to the opposite

side, trying to put as much distance between the two of us that I can.

"And who will stop me? My father? He's not here, human. Just like you won't be when he returns, so

I can do whatever I want with you or to you! Dear old daddy doesn’t need to know, it will be our

little secret.One you'll take to your grave,” He taunts me, and my heart palpitates in my chest. Panic

wells in my stomach, and my throat grows tight.

“Shadow!” I scream out, praying he is close by.

"Come here, boy!" I yell out for the wolf but don't hear or see him. I'm not even supposed to be

with him today!

“Shadow is a little preoccupied. Lyon called him to have his breakfast, so how about I feed you

yours!" Zeke taunts before reaching for me.

I grit my teeth, swinging the pillow as hard as I can at the exact moment. The pillow smacks him

straight under the chin and across his face. He groans, his head whipping backward as he stumbles

back, not expecting the force, and quite frankly, neither was I. But I don't hesitate and waste time by

gaping at him. No, I jump off the bed and run for the door.