Mate

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Wanda I ate the food that was brought to me, it was really delicious but I couldn't enjoy it. When I had finished, Xavier took me back to the room where I had woken before. When we entered, my pulse quickened because Xavier was following close on my heels. What was he going to do to me in here? But he just went to a door that I hadn't noticed before and opened it with a key. Behind it was a simple, furnished bathroom. It had a shower, a toilet and a sink. There were several bottles of shampoo, conditioner and some moisturizers. Xavier left the room without saying a word to me and locked it behind me. I took off my tight-fitting dress, which was suddenly far too tight and was cutting off my air. When the dress was open and lying on the floor, I turned on the shower. I stepped in with my underwear on and sat on the floor while the water ran over me. Tears rolled down my cheeks. There was no way out. At least not now. The next week was going to be hell, I was sure of it. I had seen Mary when she was rescued from that madman. She had been covered in bruises and blood. Even though I didn't want to admit it, I was scared. Terrified. He was sure he was going to break me next week. I wondered what he was up to and would do to me. As I imagined all the terrible things, a sob came out of my mouth. I quickly put my hands in front of my mouth to muffle all the sounds. I didn't want to give Damien the satisfaction of my fear. Gideon I was in town on business and my father had asked me to come in for a drink. When I got to his office, he had just been on the phone, so I poured myself a drink and sat down in an armchair. ".... yes she's here...yoz can see her through the monitores... yes she will cooperate when she's picked up next week.... no, of course no scars... I understand... good.... See you next Friday." My father said and then ended the call. He looked at me with his cold eyes. As he stood up to pour a fresh drink into his glass, he grinned at me. "What have I done to deserve the pleasure of your visit?" He asked me, with a tone in his voice that made me clench my hands into fists so I wouldn't hit him. I detested my father. "You asked me to visit you." I said to him, my teeth clenched in anger. "Oh that's right, but that was two weeks ago." "I was out of town and couldn't make it any sooner." I said. "Of course." Said my father with the same arrogance as before, which drove me mad. "I see you're still kidnapping pack werewolves, haven't you learned your lesson from last time?" I knew my question provoked him, but I couldn't help it. His face grimaced in anger and turned red. "You should be careful what you say, son. You've got as much dirt on your fingers as I do." He said. That was true, my business was just as shady as my father's. But unlike him, I had principles and that included not kidnapping innocent young women. "You're just like me and you'd do well not to forget that! You should get yourself someone to blow off some steam. You could buy a slave from one of the auctions or kidnap someone yourself, I'd be more than happy to help." My father said and his eyes lit up maliciously. "Even though I'm the same as you, I try to behave like a human being." I said to him. His whole posture changed immediately, he got really angry. He slammed his empty glass on his desk and left the office without another word. When he opened the door and stepped out into the corridor, I was hit by the most amazing smell. I instinctively stood up and moved towards the open door to the dining room. It smelled heavenly, like lavender, summer and female. Before I could see who was eating with my father, the door closed. I had grown up in this house and knew every nook and cranny, as I had often hidden from my father as a child. I walked quickly along the corridor and after a few steps entered a room behind the dining room. There was a piece of glass in this room that looked like a mirror in the dining room. In front of me I saw my father and a beautiful, petite, blonde young woman. I immediately felt a bond with her, also my wolf was all restless inside me. She was my mate. I immediately felt a pang in my heart, which I suppressed straight away. I switched on the audio transmission so that I could hear what their conversation was about. The blonde woman had shown quite a bit of courage towards my father. In response, he slapped her hard. I growled before I could stop it, knowing full well that even if I didn't want to keep her, I at least wanted to save her from my father. I was a monster, a killer since I had been a child. A monster like me couldn't have a mate. I had already proved it with my first mate, shortly after I had met her she had been dead, I hadn't been able to protect her. There was no room for weakness in my world and a mate was definitely one. My father walked out of the dining room through another door and I knew that he would now seek out one of his slaves to, as he put it, "blow off steam". I watched my mate eat before making my way back to my father's office with a plan in mind. I sat in my father's office for an hour while I waited for him. I knew he was into really sick s**t and knew what he was like when he was angry, if he was with his slaves that long most of them would need to see a doctor tomorrow. He bought new girls almost every month, they always looked the same. He had a thing for black-haired girls and loved to take his anger out on them. As a teenager, he sometimes forced me to come into his dungeon and made me watch what he did to them. He was a monster and he had turned me into one too. When the door opened, my father looked at me in surprise, as if he hadn't expected me to still be there. He poured himself a drink and sat down in the armchair next to me without saying a word. He kept his eyes on me the whole time and held my gaze. "You're right." I said and drank from my glass. "I'm just as much of a monster as you are. So your offer from earlier still stands?" I asked, causing him to raise his eyebrow. "The woman you were eating with. How much do you want for her?" I asked. "She's already sold, we'll find someone else, if you want a blonde I can give you ...." he said but I cut him off mid-sentence. "No. Her. And stealing her from a man who's already waiting for her and paid for her only makes it better." My father grinned broadly when I said that. "My son." He said. "What did the other buyer pay?" I asked, I would pay any price for my mate, but I didn't want my father to know. "250,000 dollars." "I'll give you half a million for her." "That's a lot of money, what are you going to do with her?" "Oh she'll be worth the money, she's a werewolf, she'll heal and her sassy mouth will be fun." I said. My father clapped his hands. "Alright, you can pick her up tomorrow, 9 am be on time. I'll tell the other buyer that she died during the discipline. You have to make sure she won't be seen for the next few months," my father said to me. "I will and I want her gagged and tied up. I don't want to hear her screaming all the way." I said to him. My main concern was that she wouldn't blab that we were mates tomorrow when I came to get her. My dad grinned again before we shook hands and I went back to my apartment. It was already after 8pm, but I still had a lot of preparations to make before I brought her here tomorrow. I read through the file my father had given me about her. Wanda, that was the name of my second-chance mate.
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