"Go ahead," she said. "See if I care."
Axel stepped back, slamming his boot into the lock. The wood splintered, but the lock remained intact.
He kicked the handle, this time sending the entire lock flying through the other side.
The door swung open, revealing Deepa sitting on her bed, wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and jeans.
"You asshole," she hissed. "You're a fucking asshole."
Axel stepped inside, slamming the door shut behind him. "We need to talk."
"We have nothing to talk about."
"You're wrong. We have everything to talk about."
Deepa glared at him, her dark eyes full of anger. "Why are you acting like this? It's not my fault that you can't control your urges."
"I'm not-" Axel took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "It's not like that."
"Then what's it like? You've done nothing but ruin my life since the moment I met you. You're a monster."
"You're the one who doesn't understand!"
"Explain it to me then. Help me understand why you think that you have the right to barge into my room, destroy the door and force yourself on me."
Axel took a step towards her, his chest tightening. "It's not like that."
"Then what's it like?" she demanded. "What could possibly make it okay for you to treat me like this?"
Axel clenched his jaw. "I'm a werewolf, Deepa. This is how it works. You can't just take suppressants and expect everything to magically fix itself."
"You're an asshole," she spat.
"Yeah, and?" Axel scoffed. "Do you think I'm just gonna sit back and watch while Ryan takes you away from me? You’re my mate!"
"Mate?" she spat. "Are you saying that the way that you treated me was because you think that we're fated to be together?"
"We are," he growled.
"Fuck that," she hissed. "I would rather die than be with you."
"You're not getting rid of me." He closed the distance between them. "You're my mate, and you're not leaving me."
Deepa glared at him, her eyes burning with anger. "Get out."
"No."
"Then I'll leave."
"You're not going anywhere."
"Try and stop me," she spat.
"I will," he growled.
Deepa lunged for the door, but Axel was too fast. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back, slamming her against the wall.
"Get the fuck off me!" she snarled, her nails digging into his wrist.
