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?"