Chapter 4

• I stirred in my bed as the bright sleep killer shone through my windows and directly in my eyes.
• I hate when that happens.
• Groaning, I pulled the sheets over my head even more and pushed my head under the pillow, but I soon realized that sleep had completely left me. I should’ve known better than to try and get a little extra hours of sleep.
• There was no sleep for the wicked, after all.
• “Awful ain’t it?”
• “Aaaah!” I screamed after a male’s voice had me jumping to my feet. On impulse, I grabbed a dagger that I always had on my nightstand and hurled it in the direction where I heard the voice.
• My eyes landed on none other than Mr. Dream invader himself--Drew the freaking rogue alpha.
• He had his hand up with the dagger pinched between his finger where he caught it, and he was perched on my window as if it was the most comfortable seat in the world.
• “What the hell are you doing in my room?” I snapped, annoyed that he managed to scare me, and even more pissed that he caught my dagger instead of making it plunge deep into his chest.
• It then occurred to me that he opened my curtains and woke me on purpose.
• My eyes narrowed in slits as I pointed an accusing finger at him. “I thought I told you to leave,” I said, which only made him seem more pleased.
• With a light chuckle and a devilishly handsome smirk on his lips, he hopped from the window with the dagger still spinning between his thumb and pointer finger, and I watched in anticipation as he placed it back on the nightstand before turning to face me.
• “Good morning.”
• “Oh, fuck this,” I spat as I stomped to my closet, grabbed my crate and pulled my longest silver dagger out of it. He was getting on my last nerve.
• “You won’t kill me.” He sang as he sank into my bed. In my freaking bed! The audacity.
• I had enough of his bullshit, and I hadn’t even known him for 24 hours.
• “First you invade my ball,” I rambled as I screwed a sound compressor on my wolfsbane-coated silver bullets loaded gun-- deadly to werewolves even me.
• I had to be careful while using my weapons, since I was a wolf too. But I knew how to handle them.
• “Then you almost killed my groom,” I continued as I closed back my crate and shoved it to the back of the closet. “Then you ruin my sleep AND feel like you have some freaking right to come into my room!”
• I raised the gun at him, and he raised an eyebrow at me as if challenging me.
• “Then you have the gall to act like you freaking know me.” And with that, I fired a shot straight to his shoulder. He yelled in pain as his eyes grew wide.
• “Fuck that hurts,” he hissed as he rolled from my bed.
• Who’s smirking now?
• Slowly, I dragged my feet over to him and hovered over him with the gun pointed at his face. I knew Wolfsbane would weaken him long enough for me to kill him, just like all my other victims.
• Wolfsbane wouldn’t do it all. Only a silver dagger to the heart could end us, or be terribly injured in wolf form.
• “Then you dare say that I won’t kill you?” I lowered my voice as I placed the dagger over his heart. His eyes drifted to it for a second, but he met my eyes again looking anything but scared.
• Despite his now red face and his hand clutching his shoulder, he still smirked up at me. “So do it.” He smiled through the pain as if he had won.
• I hated it, so I pressed the dagger further into his chest but couldn’t find myself plunging it deep into him. I couldn’t even understand why.
• Slowly, my anger lifted and I moved from in front of him. I ran my hands through my hair and I even felt sudden guilt for shooting him with an herb I knew would hurt and weaken him.
• I spun on my heels to see him pulling the bullet from his shoulder, wincing as he finally got it out. His blood trickled on my dark carpet as he finally met my gaze.
• “What did you do to me?” I demanded since I wanted to know why I was so weak to him. I was never weak to anyone. Ever. “Was it whatever you did to Nathan?”
• “You mean compulsion?” He chuckled, shuffling from the ground. “No. I can’t compel you. No one can.” I wanted to ask why, but I was too busy focusing on the fact that I couldn’t bring myself to kill him.
• I would focus on this odd and should be impossible power of his later.
• “So why do you have so much power over me?” I demanded angrily.
• “I told you,” he said, holding a rag over his wound.
• “If you dare say we are mates…”
• I thought it over last night. There was no way we were mates. My wolf must’ve been confused. And whatever I felt for him last night must have been from being sex-deprived or something. Drew was attractive and radiated power, and it had been a while since I’d met power that matched mine. So naturally, my body must have been attracted to him.
• But there was no way we were mates. A rogue! I could never love a rogue. Not after what happened to my siblings—to my family because of them.
• And now, he was the Alpha, which meant those rogues were under his command.
• My anger boiled again, backed by sudden grief. I raised the gun to his head this time, but my hand trembled as I struggled to shoot.
• Damn him!
• “We. Are. Mates,” he gritted, and he sounded and looked more than annoyed. “I won’t fucking prove it but you’ll have to accept it sooner or later. "
• I huffed. He couldn’t be serious. “Okay. Pretend we actually are mates--”
• “Which we are.”
• “Why did you just seek me out now?”
• His eyes narrowed as he gazed at the door. “I told you last night. Because I didn’t want to accept you. You’re a murderer.”
• I almost scoffed. I actually felt offended. “Yet you stalk me all my life.”
• “I’m trapped, okay?” he snapped. “The minute you came into existence, I can’t leave this damn island. I figured I’d just suffer through it until you die or marry. I try to keep my rogues away from you but they are rogues, and they are reckless in nature. Some still like to linger around town. I can’t save everyone.” He turned away, looking perplexed. “It was a perfect plan, but then I heard of the ball and the fact that you’re going to get married—take another mate, and I-I couldn’t stay away, okay? Don’t you see? I can’t stay away from you, and now that you’ve touched me physically, I’m even more fucking trapped.”
• Gee, he was acting as if it was my fault.
• “So, if you don’t want me just leave,” I shot back, feeling like a petty teen. I couldn’t believe I was actually listening to his messed-up reasoning.
• “Did you not hear what I just said?” His eyes were blazing and the edge in his voice revealed a hint of an accent. It sounded a bit Irish. It was undeniably sexy.
• Wait what?
• Shaking my head, I decided to end this messed-up conversation once and for all.
• “Get out of my room and get out of my life. I don’t know who or what you are. But since I can’t kill you, you need to leave me the hell alone. Am I clear?”
• I tried to put as much sternness in my voice as I could muster, and I didn’t wait for a reply as I made my way to my attached bathroom.
• Peeking through the door, I saw that he was still standing there. He’s so stubborn.
• “Didn’t you hear what I just said?”
• “Yes.”
• “So why are you still here?”
• “Because that Duke is downstairs,” he gritted out and he had that deadly look on his face again.
• Shit.
• Drew was going to try and kill him again.