Chapter 4

• (Cara's POV)
• I couldn't help but laugh, waiting for him to join in and tell me that this was all a joke; what else could it be? He was standing here, telling me about wolves; wolves didn't exist, but I had seen him disappear and appear right in front of me.
• He doesn't find anything funny, and he just stares at me, like I'm the alien.
• "I'm glad you took this lightly. I packed the things I thought you would need up in your room. Pick them up and let's get going."
• He was serious; he was a lunatic, and he wanted to take me to some pack, which might not even exist. Why the hell did I go for him out of all the men in the bar? But he was right; it was because I was drawn to him in a very strange way—something about him, those dark emerald eyes—a venus fly trap designed to allure me and then swallow me up.
• He was dangerous; everything about him screamed danger. I had to escape, and again I tried dashing towards the door. This time he let me run; he let me bust through the door and go further. I turned back one last time to see him; he just stood there watching me, like I was some stupid kid who couldn't see what was right from wrong; he was many feet away, so I ran faster. I needed to reach the roadside, where I could be sighted by passerbys, where he wouldn't be able to capture me in broad daylight. I went faster; I was so close, and then I slammed into a wall... not exactly a wall, but a person. He caught me before I fell right on my butt, his hands around me, as he stared right into me.
• "Why are you running away from me?" He asked, like that wasn't the most obvious thing to do.
• "Because you're a freak, and I just want my normal life back," I say to him, searching for some sort of pity in his eyes, but he just looks annoyed and confused.
• "You do know that you can never, ever run away from me, right? You are mine and I am yours; that's what mates are to each other," he says, and then he stares right down my whole frame, accessing it, and a mischevious smirk forms on his lips. "I can't wait to have this hot body to myself. I'll give you two options: come with me or I'll make you."
• "Come on, those aren't even options," I whined.
• "That's all you got... And I won't be very happy if I have to chase you again.
• Before he could finish talking, I ran off, but this time I didn't even take two steps before he caught up to me, picking me up like a doll and hanging me on his shoulder as he walked back towards my house. Now I could spot a car. I was almost sure the shiny black car hadn't been there a while ago, or maybe I had been too lost in thought that I hadn't noticed it. This was really happening; I was being kidnapped.
• "They would search for me, and they would find me; you would go to jail." I threatened, even if by now I knew that was the least of his worries. There's a sharp sting on my ass; did he just... spank me? And why the hell did it feel so damn good?
• "Don't you dare touch me," I say. Though I felt like a hypocrite, my body isn't cooperating. Just a touch from him was enough to ignite so many strange feelings in me, feelings I never thought were still there.
• "You loved it; you don't want to, but you do," he says, and again, I'm surprised.
• "How did you do that?"
• "Do what?" he asks. I can't see his face, but I'm sure there must be a cocky smirk on those beautiful lips.
• "Read my mind. Is that some weird kind of power, or are you just good at reading people?" I ask, though I'm distracted by the sight of his sexy ass just right beneath my head, why not I give it a spank like he did to mine, he wouldn't mind since he said the whole 'you are mine and I am yours stuff'.
• With the position I was in now, I was awarded with the view of his back, all muscular and beautiful. I almost want to slide my fingers up and down his back. Like, what the hell was happening to me?, why would I want to do that?
• "You could, if you want to," he answers my 'thoughts' that I was sure I did not say out.
• "What exactly are you?" I asked, this time intrugued and scared.
• "I'm a werewolf, as I told you repeatedly, but werewolves don't read minds; they just feel emotions through the mate bond, but I can hear your words for some reasons that I'm yet to understand, he says".
• Finally, he drops me down. I hadn't realized that we were already right in front of the car when he opened the door for me. I couldn't bring myself to walk in because now I was afraid. It was the thought that he could read my mind. When he saw I wasn't moving, he lifted me, helping me in and closing the door. That's when I noticed two men inside the car, both in the front seat. They stared at me through the car review mirror, and I thought I recognized them; they were the same men that sat with my hot capturer at the bar.
• I panicked, my heart running three times its normal rate, and as if they could hear it, they immediately dropped their gazes.
• "Don't worry, Cara, they won't hurt you," my capturer said as he entered the car, shutting the door.
• "What's your name?" I asked Mr. Hot Freak.
• "Rollins, Alpha Rollins," he responded.
• I liked the name, "Rollins." I called out, and he stared at me, his eyes darkening, just like they did a while ago. I watch as his hands trail up my thighs, pulling my dress upward. I could feel the heat pool between my legs, but I didn't forget the two men that were sitting right in the front seat.
• Alpha Rollins read me again, and he nodded toward the two as if silently communicating to them, and the partition in the car was lifted. I was left alone with him at the back seat of the car. I didn't know if I felt safer, but his hungry hands were already up my thighs, rubbing against my wetness, and a moan escaped my lips. My body was filled with anticipation, and from his hardened cock, he was too. I didn't know how far he would be going here, secretly, I wanted it all.
• I didn't know how it was possible that I wanted a complete stranger who captured me over every other man in my life, it was disturbing.
• But.
• I couldn't give it to him all without a price, a part of me knew that I was his weakness; this was my chance.
• "Wait," I say to him, and he stops. He looked the tiniest bit annoyed.
• "You want this, I know," he says, his hands rubbing against my wetness.
• "I don't want you in my head; I don't want you reading my mind," I say.
• His smirk grows wider.
• "Is that a condition?" he asked, amused.
• "Yes," I say, even if it was clear that I wasn't the one in control here.
• "And if I were to disagree?"
• "Then, nothing," I replied, taking my stand.
• "Fuck, okay?, I won't go snooping in your mind, and then I have the right to fuck you senseless. Deal?"