I Should Hate You, But I Can't! 

Alex's POV

He looked away, breaking the hypnotizing connection between us and I could see everything else again. I was breathing heavily for some reason, but, that was intense. It seemed that all that mattered was him. My kidnapper! Was I falling for my kidnapper?! Great, this is just great, I told my stupid heart. A growl echoed through the small room, making me jump in surprise, and saw my kidnapper heading towards me. Fear shot through me and I cringed.

That made him stagger a little, but then he shook his head roughly and untied my hands. Once they were untied I brought them to me and rubbed my wrists. They were red and had cuts from the rope that were around them. My ankles were still tied to the chair so I didn't try to escape, it would just embarrass me in front of him. If I like him, I didn't want to embarrass myself, I know, stupid.

"I'm sorry," I heard him mutter softly, it was even harder to hear him over the scraping noise of a chair being dragged in front of me. He sat in it and put his hand in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees, so I couldn't see his face. Even though he kidnapped me, and almost raped me, I felt the need to comfort him. To take his pain away. My hand actually reached out to him but I brought it back to me with much effort. 

I so badly wanted to hate him, to want to kill him, but I couldn't find it in me to even think those thoughts. I needed to speak something to him, I felt that I needed to hear his voice just once more. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked him, fearing his answer. His head snapped up and I saw self loathing in there and fear. Was it like before? He also had a boss that was going to do something to me, that he was just a guard that thought he could have a turn first?

He was silent for a while, then he spoke up, "I'm going to get you something to eat, then I'm letting you go," he sounded sad that he was letting me go, and I couldn't understand. Why was I brought here, if I was just going to go back in a few hours?

Fear consumed me still as I thought of going home. I sure as hell wasn't going to go back to Francisco's house, he probably already forgot all about me. I didn't want to go back home, especially not right after I'd just eaten. "I-I'm not hungry," I mumbled to the ground at the same time my traitor stomach growled. Damn! 

"Yeah, okay," he said in a teasing tone. I haven't seen this side of him, I guess I wasn't actually supposed to since I was kidnapped. "C'mon, I'll show you where the kitchen is, and you can pick what you want to eat."  I finally noticed that the rope around my ankles were released and I could actually stand. 

I didn't, though. "Look, I'll be honest with you. My home isn't much better than this. My mom died and my father blames me, so he doesn't let me eat and if I do eat, he beats me. So... if you could just give me some water, then I'll be on my way." By the time I finished, a huge growl once again sounded through the room and I heard fabric tear. I looked up to see what was going on, but instead found a raven black wolf staring down at me...

 

Griffin's POV 

 

"Look, I'll be honest with you," she said, still looking at the floor. "My home isn't much better than this. My mom died and my father blames me, so he doesn't let me eat and if I do eat, he beats me. So... if you could just give me some water, then I'll be on my way." She said, and I just lost it. I growled as I shifted, but I didn't leave. I couldn't leave. I needed to be by her all times. She snapped her head up and when she saw me, she slumped against the chair once again, passed out. I hurried over to her to see if she was okay, and she was, so I shifted back and grabbed some spare clothes hidden in the cupboard and carried her to a more comfortable bed. My mate deserves only the best.

 I set her carefully on the bed and pulled the dark blankets over her to keep her warm. Her dark black hair was spilled over the pillows and my fingers itched to run through it. I felt so bad. She was so young and she's been through so much, and I'm only adding on to her pain. I just-I saw her from a distance and I had to have her. Had to be close to her, and now I know why. I gave up on ever finding my mate, growing up in a rouge pack, I believed that only the good people deserved mates, and I didn't think of myself as a good person. 

 Now I know that's not true, because, I've found her, and I don't ever want to look at another woman, I couldn't. I got all I need right here.

Hey, I'm back. I've been working on this book, writing more chapters, so I hope you guys are reading! Guys, I just wanna say, I really love you guys so much, and even though people are adding this book to their favorites ^.^ I also want people to keep or start commenting, what you think, because as most of you guys know, I'm kind of in a Writers Block, so I wanna know that what I'm writing is good XD Uh, yeah, that's mostly all I wanted to say. 

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