He bites his bottom lip and looks me up and down in a way that leaves me feeling dirty.
Jonas’ face is weird–he’s had it broken in so many fights that even the rapid healing of the wolves can’t keep up–so his nose is wider and askew slightly to the right. His brows are thick over his eyes, which are a murky blue. He’s missing a front tooth and has thick dark hair that starts on his chest and back and covers every revolting inch of him.
I know because I’ve seen it way too many times.
You could shave him and create a wig for several people.
“Hi.” My voice is weak, breathless. He will probably think I’m impressed or intimidated. No, not at all, I’m terrified.
He approaches, and I take a step back. He pauses, a wide and evil smile spreading across his lips.
“Gave yourself away again, Cassidy.”
“My name is not Cassidy.”
He ignores me, reaching out like he might brush my hair, but, at the last second, his fingers clench. My scalp burns, but I’m dragged step by step until I can smell his fetid breath.
He’s wearing a shirt that smells of sweat and musk and jeans that are dirty and covered in dried blood.
“Where have you been?”
“Home.”
“I heard you’ve been going on dates? Did you ignore my warning?”
“I’m just meeting people.”
“You know you belong to me, and I don’t share.” He leans in close, pressing his forehead to my temple and growling a deep, violent warning.
I lower my eyes and tuck my shoulders, but he stays right there, pushing at me, refusing to let me go.
“I don’t like you going on dates, my dearest.”
I cringe. “Cindel is your mate-”
Jonas growls even deeper, his fingers tightening in my hair until I let out a whimper. It feels like he might tear my scalp off.
“That’s my girl,” he growls with deep satisfaction. “Whimper for me, whine for me, show me that you missed me.”
Fear has me paralyzed. I’m a hot mess, and the world is shaking, but I can’t move, not even an inch.
I remember my dad throwing my mum across the room. I remember the realisation that I was helpless physically against the wolves. A month later, I watched my dad’s current alpha kill my mother, and that’s when I realised how helpless I was over every aspect of my life. And that knowledge makes everything a thousand times more terrifying.
I’ve learned that fighting makes it worse. Talking back makes it worse. My father wants me to be obedient. Cindel wants to see me humiliated. But Jonas, he loves to see me hurting; my pain excites him, and he will go to extremes to get it.
He won’t be happy until he has succeeded.
So, I don’t pull away from him. I don’t close my eyes or do anything but stand there completely submitting to him.
“Now, tell me all about these dates of yours.”
He grips my nape and drags me towards the alley, his hand going to his jeans and flicking the button open.
I struggle, forgetting myself, and he laughs and picks me up under the arms and slams me against the wall so hard that I’m instantly dizzy.
“If you can put out for them, you can put out for me.”
“No, please.”
