Kidnapped by my Mate

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Wanda

I unpacked my suitcase and put all my clothes away in the dressing room. I looked at the rest of the clothes hanging in the closets. It was mostly designer clothes and everything was in my size. There were basics like shirts, pants, skirts, dresses and jackets, but also evening dresses, handbags and high heels. As if I would ever need that, it wasn't like I was going to get out of here. There was also a whole drawer of bikinis and another with underwear, again all designer labels.

As I wasn't going to start work today and Gideo wasn't here, I grabbed my bikini, a towel and a book and headed for the pool.

I got lost on the way there, but luckily found my way after all.

I put my book and towel on one of the loungers and went into the water. The pool was heated and the water was nice. Even though I couldn't swim properly, I let myself drift on my back in the water and changed direction when I hit an edge.

I let the situation I was in sink in. It really was a huge mess.

I would have to stay here for a year to pay off my debt.

How was it my fault if he bought me for so much money? Why did I have to pay him back anyway? He was my mate. Wasn't it somehow his job to protect me?

Did I even want to be protected by him?

Yes he was my mate, he looked gorgeous and I was attracted to him because of our bond. But he was also a rouge. Ever since the attack on me back then, I despised rouges.

What would he do to me if I didn't cooperate?

I had been too distracted by the mate-bond earlier. The next time I saw him, I had to test my limits. I wouldn't let myself become a slave without doing anything.

I could feel my wolf inside me slowly starting to return as I became angry.

I would think of a way to escape.

As I lined up to get out of the pool, I sensed his presence.

He stood darkly in the doorway and stared at me.

I didn't let him intimidate me and walked with my head held high to the lounger with my towel. I turned my back to him slightly as I grabbed my towel. I heard him draw in a sharp breath and the next second he was standing behind me.

"Why do you have these scars?" He asked harshly.

I tied the towel around my body and turned to face him, glaring angrily at him.

"Why? Am I damaged and worth less to you?" I asked angrily.

He looked at me in surprise as if he had been genuinely interested earlier. His look changed to annoyance.

"No, but I want to know who hurt my mate."

"Oh now I'm your mate?"

He frowned at my annoyance, as if it surprised him that I wasn't as cooperative as before.

He came closer to me, I automatically took a step back but stopped in my tracks. I wouldn't give in, I had to know how far I could go.

He towered over me by a whole head and stood menacingly close in front of me. He looked angrily at me as I raised my chin.

"Why are you so upset little one?" He asked, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Was he kidding me?

"You want to know why I'm angry? I was kidnapped, threatened by your father that he would break me for the man who bought me. Then I was bought by you, my mate! Now I'm supposed to stay with you for a whole year and work off my 'debt'." I said angrily, which brought a grin to his face. On his beautiful face that I wanted to punch.

Pull yourself together Wanda!

"Oh yes and you're a rouge, not exactly the mate I wanted. The scars you saw are from a rouge attack and they're not the only scars I have from it."

The grin immediately disappeared from his face and he looked at me seriously.

"Rouges did this to you?" He asked, gently touching my bare shoulder.

I flinched, although his touch sent a tingle through my body.

"That's none of your business." I said and tried to shake off his hand.

"You're my mate, everything about you is my business." He said, gripping my shoulder tighter.

Huh? What had happened to "I don't want a mate"?

"Don't touch me." I said and reached for his with my hand to remove it.

"Why? Because you like it?" He asked me, his voice sounding raspy.

"Let go of me." I said angrily.

"Don't test me Wanda." He said somberly

"Or what?" I asked as angry as he was.

One second I was standing by the deckchair and the next I was pressed against the wall with my back. My back was flat against the wall, Gideo's hands were next to my head on the wall. His body pressed against me and locked me up like in a cage.

I could feel his body against mine far too close, because my bath towel was no longer wrapped around me.

" You won't like it when I'm angry." Gideon said his nose almost against mine.

"Why not?" My voice was barely more than a whisper. " What are you doing to me then?"

The corners of his mouth lifted into a slight smile. He stroked his index finger lightly from my temple to my cheek.

"Don't worry, I may be a monster but I would never hurt you. But that's not what you're most afraid of, is it?" His voice was soft and slid darkly over my skin.

Why could he read me so well?

"I don't know what you mean." I said.

He ran his index finger along my jaw to my collarbone, making me shiver slightly.

"I think you know very well what I'm trying to tell you." He said. His hand stroked my arm and came to rest on my waist. My pulse quickened and hot arousal ran through me.

"You hate that you have a rouge for a mate and yet you feel our bond. I barely touch you and yet I can smell your arousal clearly. I could get you to f**k me now and you would love it. That would hurt you much more than any physical pain. Make me angry and I will do just that. I'll make you beg for me to make you feel good." He looked me firmly in the eye and there was a craving in his gaze that threatened to devour me.

A craving for me?

His face came closer to mine, his gaze lingered briefly on my lips, which made my breath quicken.

He was right, I hated that he was right and that my body reacted to him like that.

He stayed close to me for a moment before bringing his face to my neck and kissing my marking spot. I moaned softly, as did Gideon, when his lips touched my skin.

He pulled back abruptly and turned out of the room at werewolf speed.