Chapter 28

Chapter 28

I laid on my stomach with a towel wrapped around me and my feet in the air. My arms were underneath my head as I looked at Nicholas who stood across the bed. The night wore on and even then, I found myself wide awake. My insides were as sore as they could get, every movement was painful, especially when I walked.

He toweled himself off after the shower and disappeared before I could even catch a glimpse of his bare body. Even though he had been inside me, I hadn't seen all of him, only his front and while that was enough, I still wanted to see everything.

On the bed, as he pounded into me, he kept his shirt on but I had already seen his chest earlier, in the lake when he removed his shirt and laid me over it.

My head buried in the sheets as it grew silent inside the bedroom. The sun was rising, part of its light creaking through the dark clouds. I had spend the entire night with him.

For a moment, I thought about Sheryl and when she was going to find me gone. She'd be fuming then, but I didn't run away anywhere or left the town.

I no longer wanted to, not when there was something even better keeping me here and when there was a reason to stay.

I rose up from the bed and followed Nicholas to where he went, in his closet to change. Upon opening the door, I found him partly dressed.

"I want something to wear." I said, still standing near to the doorway. I could go back into my bedroom and pull something out to wear, but I didn't want to.

I wanted something of his to wear.

The lights in the closet were dim, not as bright as I thought they'd be, but my hungry eyes still lingered over him, the man who had taken my innocence. He walked over to me and handed the shirt he had in his hand.

His shirt.

I took it from his hand and held it while a smile fell over my lips. He scoffed and turned, returning back in and at the same time, I caught a glimpse of his muscular back. My lips parted in surprise and eyes widened a little.

His pristine skin was covered in marks, but they were different marks, not claw marks an alpha like him would get from a battle. It was something else, something worse.

"What happened to your—"

Before I had the chance to finish, he cut me off. "Nothing you need to know."

My stare barely tore from his back until he slipped on another shirt and turned to me before buttoning it up and leaving me surprised. He stepped out of the closet and I moved backward as he slammed the door shut and went past me.

I remained curious but stopped after considering what might've happened. Maybe he didn't want to tell me.

Removing the towel from my body, I set it on the side and wore the shirt that reached just above my knees, covering most of me.

"Come with me." He said, stepping out of his room and holding the door open for me.

I didn't move an inch, staying fixated where I stood. "Are you going to take me back to the whorehouse?" I asked, my heart beating fast. "I don't want to go there again. Let me stay here. I won't trouble you, I promise."

The night was coming to an end and I just began to realize that.

"And I will run again if you do take me there." My voice became stern as I continued, giving him a warning as if it was going to affect him.

But I had to try...

"I'm not taking you anywhere but to your room," He stated before lining his lips straight. "There are things I've to manage and I'd rather have you locked up in room than let you go anywhere I can't keep my eyes on you."

Oh.

I nodded before walking along with him. Across the hallway, just a small distance away, he opened the door to the bedroom I had been staying in for some time now. I walked with the intentions to sleep till the next evening. My body was exhausted, drained and dehydrated.

I needed rest more than anything else.

He waited near the door while I went under the sheets and laid down on my bed. Once in position, he stepped inside and neared me.

"No one can know you're here. Stay in your room unless I tell you not to." His voice was stiff with tension and for a moment, I had forgotten about what happened earlier and all the men in the house.

Was he heading for another take down? I couldn't tell.

"What if I want to eat something?" I asked, looking up at him.

"There'll be someone at post near your door. You can tell him or I'll have someone bring it up to you," He responded while closing the curtains before the morning sunlight entered the room. "Sleep for now."

Before he had the chance to even walk away from me, I opened my mouth again, unable to see him go. "Are you going to kill more people?"

"That's something you don't need to know."

My lips parted and something more rolled off my tongue before he could turn. "One of your men killed my father. After your attack, I found him dead in his house." I said, my throat tightening a little at the thought of his chest clawed out.

I hadn't mourned the death of my father and there several reasons to it.

Nicholas glanced into my direction, studying me before he smiled. "It doesn't seem like you liked him much." There was no emotion of guilt in his eyes and I could understand why.

He didn't care. There was no bone in his body that was soft or that cared for others. No one had seen it. But I had, several times. It made me question why, but I knew well it was never going to be answered.

"I didn't," I nodded at his response and continued. "He threw me out on the streets when he learned I couldn't shift. And I hated him for many other things he had done." Just thinking about my family, Dad and my brother, made my heart twist in fear and anger.

Gerald was still alive and sometimes, I wished he would've died that same night, but I also knew he was smart enough to know if someone was going to come to attack him from a distance.

My head snapped back to reality and I turned over the bed.

"Go to sleep." Nicholas said while watching me shuffle and then take a deep inhale.

I stilled and my eyes went to him as he began walking toward the door to leave. Was I truly safe here, or was I just a prisoner? After the night that I had gone through, I could no longer tell. My heart throbbed with expectations as if everything was going to change, but my mind knew the truth.

A man like Nicholas was never going to be with a woman like me. Nor the position he was in was going to let him.

But then what was all this? Was it just a game, or something more? How could I ever know?

Even if he was just using my body for his pleasure, I wanted it, to be used.

I slid my hand underneath the pillow and curled over the bed as he walked past the door. My eyes lowered, nearly closing but I wasn't going to sleep until the door had been closed.

He shuffled through a few keys in his hold, one of them belonging to this room where he was going to keep me locked—just like a prisoner.

Standing on the doorway, he glanced up, at me. "If it makes you feel better, I didn't shift until I was eighteen."

And with that, he walked away, leaving me completely surprised and alone with my wild thoughts that quickly raced at his confession.

What?

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