15

Amelia Pov.

Still lost in my conversation with Nathan, I didn't know when Ashlyn arrived until the good damn asshole Scar spoke up.

"Here she is, speaking and talking with a total stranger. Why do we go in search of her worriedly?" Her voice broke in as I came back to my senses, and my smiling face was soon replaced with a stern, intense look.

Nathan's head was immediately bowing to the floor as a smirk escaped my lips before another word could follow. Ashlyn forcefully dragged me off while holding very tightly to my fist, as he was not ready to let me go.

"Let go of my hand, you brut. You are hurting me, "I yelled at him. As I tried to fight back and set myself free from his hard, painful grip, he was careless as he continued to drag me to the car.

He came to a stop near the car, and he immediately opened the door and forcefully dragged me into the car.

Scar opened the other side of the car, and she was ready to enter the car, but Ashlynn closed the door on her before she could get in.

"I'm sorry, Scar, but can you please use the other car with Leo? I think we both need sometimes together to sort out our differences, "he said, gazing at Scar, whose face turned pale immediately.

"But Ash, I've always driven with you; why are you suddenly choosing her over me? "she mutters sadly as she bites her lower lips.

"I'm sorry, but mate, come first before friendship, "Ash said as she smirked.

"Not a fake mate, Ash, "she mutters to him as he suddenly gets angry.

"I think we need to leave already. Leo makes sure she gets home safely." He ordered before he entered the car alongside me as the driver zoomed off.

The tension in the car was so intense, and even his glare at me was very dangerous as I flinched on one spot.

"Where were you?" His cold voice broke the silence within us. His cold eyes are on me, and his hands are trembling with anger.

His tone was so hard that I was willing to submit to him.

"Why do you suddenly care?" I asked bravely, staring at him in the mirror, to make sure he didn't notice my fear.

"I asked again, Where were you and what the hell were you doing with my subject?" He raised his voice higher, causing me to flinch. Even the driver was taken aback by the tone of his voice.

"Don't raise your voice at me; I'm not your mate nor your slave until you learn to control your temper. You have no right to be angry or mad at me when you left me all alone. What did you expect? "I paused as he suddenly became calm for a few minutes.

"You think that justifies the reason for you being with another man in my pack, "he mutters.

"As far as I can remember, I was never your possession,and you have no right to act overly possessive of me when I'm just your darling substitute, " I yelled at him, already frustrated about how possessive he is becoming of me.

"Now you listen to me, "he said, drawing closer to me as he held onto my neck and began to pierce his finger into it.

"So long as you are in my room and I am paying for every fucking minute of your fucking time, you have no right to do things your own way until the 90 days are over. You are my possession, and I won't want to make things difficult for you. Don't bring out the other side of me, you fucking slut." He yelled at me as he released his grip on my neck, and I began to cough out blood.

"Monster, that is what you are. A real monster. I bet your mate can't even survive a day with you. A monster is what you are made from. "I yelled out at him as I felt excruciating pain around my neck region while fighting for breath.

He stared at me, suddenly becoming calm and hurt. His gaze was no longer cold but stern and pitiful.

"Are you okay?" He asked, realizing what his anger had cost him.

"Fuck you, monster," I mutter.

He quickly drew closer to me and then slowly wiped the blood off my mouth with the handkerchief in his hands.

Somehow, despite what he had done, his actions seemed to aroused me enough that I even wanted him more. I dont know what these feelings are all about, but all I knew and could feel was him next to me. I stared at him as he cleaned the blood, and I was tempted to draw him closer and take his lips.

I wanted so much to make him mine, mark him, and then claim him, and I don't know why.

All I could feel were sensational feelings. He seems to be arousing my feelings in a way that seems so ungodly, and I could not handle it.

When his hands touched my lips, I felt some hard spark and some butterflies in my bellies.

He was about to touch my face when I drew a few miles away from him as we both stared at each other like our lives depended on it, and when he bent to take my lips into his, I tried as much as possible to resist as I looked away from him.

We both become more silent as the driver drives slowly along the busy road, the tension building up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go hard on you. "He apologized, breaking the cold tension in the car.

All I could do was nod my head without a look at him. We maintained the silence until the car pulled to a stop at the parking lot, and we both walked down to each other as he uncontrollably claimed my waist.We walked magestically into the king chambers.