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“What did you say?” Wylder asked, glaring at her while he was amused to hear her choice of words. She was feisty!! One could say that she wasn’t an omega by blood. But the fact that she had no wolf, she was in the Omega category. But why did she has no wolf? Wasn’t she eighteen yet?
She shook her head, not opening her mouth.
“What’s your age?” Wylder asked again but with a different question. The Omega shrugged her shoulder, not knowing a thing about herself. “Name?” He asked again, to which she shook her head because she had no name. She didn't remember her name from her previous memories, and for a while, no one gave her a name except calling her slut, whore, bitch, Omega, and whatnot.
“Ugly Duckling will suit you.” He said with a smirk, and her eyes moistened hearing this name only if she knew the story behind Ugly Duckling.
She couldn’t help but think that everyone was going to make her a living hell.
“And for others, you will be Arabella,” He spoke before he could control his tongue. Tears rolled out of her tears upon hearing this name. Wylder walked toward the washroom to take a shower again to wash the blood from his hair because, by now, he was already healed. He turned without saying anything else while she just kept looking at his back until he walked inside the washroom, closing the door behind him.
She wasn’t expecting this.
A name!!
She tried to find the reason why he would have given a name to her. But couldn’t find any. She didn’t want to think anything about Wylder because, in the end, he was an Alpha, and he had kept her for a reason. The reason that she already knew.
She didn’t remember for how long she stood there until she started feeling drowsy again. She recalled the beast from last night.
Fuck! That was so big, bigger than any werewolf that she had seen. What was he
She recalled how he slammed her bed on the ground. She shivered in fear.
‘I can’t stay here. I can’t stay with a monster. He can kill me anytime, and the last thing I want is to stay at the mercy of his dick.’ With that, she slowly walked toward the door of the room. She tried to open it, but it was locked.
Even though she had unlocked it from the inside, she couldn’t open it.
‘Did someone lock the door from outside?’ She wondered, trying all this for the second time. She rushed toward the window, ignoring the pain in her head. She knew that the beast inside the washroom could sense what she was trying to do outside the room.
She smiled when she finally opened the window. But the room was on the first floor, and she knew if she would jump from there without her wolf, then she might end up breaking her legs. She quickly pulled all the curtains and started tieing knot them one by one quickly. Her hands were shaking in fear, scared that he would walk about any moment.
She knew that she might get caught and would have to face punishment for this act, but she couldn’t sit without trying because her freedom was worth everything. She was about to leave when the door of the washroom opened, and Wylder looked at her, raising his eyebrow while she felt like a deer caught in headlights.
“Lewis Puch said that there’s a fine line between Bravery and stupidity, which should never be crossed,” Wylder spoke and walked inside the closet to get fresh clothes for himself.
Arabella pouted and wondered if she should try to escape or not from here. The answer was a big NO because she was sure that she would get caught easily. She needed a strong plan, unlike this one. A moment later, Wylder walked out of the closet wearing blue denim shorts and a white t-shirt on top.
She tried not to admire the Greek god in front of her. He was a piece of art. She watched him using the dryer to dry his grey/silver hair mixed with black hair. She wondered why his hair was not in just one color. It looked like Grey and Black couldn’t decide, so they grew up together. His hair was short at the side while a little longer at the top.
“Take a picture; it last long.” She heard and found him smirking. He was watching her through the mirror. She was tempted to speak something but controlled her big mouth. She didn’t want to have his dick inside it.
“Go to bed.” He wondered when he smelt her pain, but she stood at her place like a statue, ignoring his order. “I won’t mind carrying you to the bed if you can’t move, Ugly Duckling.”
She looked at him angrily, and finding did what he wanted her to do without opening her mouth. The moment she sat on the bed, she started feeling sleepy. The bed was so soft and bouncy.
Finally, her body relaxed when Wylder left the room. She stayed wide awake, ignoring the fact that her eyes were getting heavy with every second.
‘I couldn’t sleep. What if he returned and forced himself on me when I would be sleeping?’
‘What if he wouldn’t be alone?’
She shivered in fear at that thought. She didn’t realize when she ended up falling asleep.
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#TBC
