Angel Blackwood(90)

“She must have linked to Jax, he’s probably on his way right now.” I stutter willing to do anything to keep him away. He starts laughing, chuckling so hard he to has to hold his stomach to

try and catch his breath.

“We do have witches here too.” I don’t know why he’s telling me this.

“Turns out those witches are pretty damn crafty; they have spells for everything. Cloaking spells, spells for scents….” He walks to where the chain is locked around the base of the table and he unlocks it.

Wrapping the chain around his fist, he starts pulling me towards him. “Spells to block sounds….”

He continues talking, each time dragging me closer toward him. I turn my body and try reaching for the sofa, keeping one arm wrapped around the little lamp. I lose my grip and start clawing at the floor in desperation.

He continues, “…turns out they even have spells for blocking pack links. It only works for a couple of hours, but you won’t believe how effective it is. Your pack members can’t get into your head, and you can’t call them out; unless you’re face to face that is.”

No one’s going to find me. I’m stuck here and it won’t be an easy death; he’s going to drag this out as much as he possibly can.

In a last attempt to keep him away, I throw the lamp at him but it falls to the floor shattering the glass at his feet; he lets out deep laugh. I turn and start scratching at the wooden floor as I try getting away from him, but he yanks at the chain and I go flying backward.

“Come here!” He demands, reaching for me. He grabs my shoulder and jerks me up in one go, blood covers his face, neck and chest; Chelsea’s blood. He manages to throw me over his shoulder despite my kicks and screams.

“Let me go, Drake. You don’t want to do this. If Jax finds out, he’ll never forgive you!” I scream as he throws me onto the bed I woke up in earlier.

He wraps the chain around the pole on the headboard of the bed and saunters out of the room naked. I yank at the chain, trying to get my foot out of the metal ring that holds my foot tightly. I hear a shower turn on and I frantically pull at the headboard trying to find a way to loosen it, but it just won’t budge.

When the shower switches off, I start pulling and yanking even harder.

“Please. Come on, come on.” The tears fall down my face as I’m yanking at the metal hysterically. It really is pointless, I’m just not strong enough.

“Always were the feisty little thing, weren’t you?” He says, walking into the room. The blood that covered him has been washed away, a towel is wrapped around his waist and I can smell the soap that he’s just used still lingering in the air.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He walks slowly up to me and sits on the bed. I move away, but he doesn’t like it. He growls and pulls me onto his lap.

He starts stroking my hair affectionately, I need to play this right. I know he only gets rougher the more I rebel. I look up to him, watching as his eyes flicker between hazel brown and the black I fear so much. I lift my injured hand and cup his cheek, not caring if I get blood on him. He looks puzzled by my movements and his entire body goes stiff beneath me.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I whisper. He looks me in the eye and the blackness in his eyes dissipates.

“I love you. That’s why I’m doing this. I won’t let Jax have you. You were mine from the start… you were mine.” He gently takes my hand from his cheek and looks down at it with a frown.

“We need to get these cleaned up. Wait here, I’ll get the first aid kit.” He pushes me to the side, leaving me speechless as I watch him leave the room.

What the hell just happened? It’s the gentlest he’s been since he’s taken me.

Drake comes back and cleans the wounds on my hands up, he also cleans my face. It’s as if him nurturing me helps calm his wolf and brings the old Drake back.

“I need to use the toilet, Drake,” I tell him truthfully. He looks at me for a few seconds before nodding and moving to take off the chain around my ankle.

I move my ankle around, trying to get rid of the stiffness. I get up and move towards the bathroom with him following me.

“I can’t pee with you watching,” I say. I enter the bathroom and he follows, standing at the doorway and resting his hands on the top of the door frame.

He turns around. “Drake, please just close the door a little or something.” He turns and rolls his eyes before pulling the door a little.

Drake doesn’t even give me a chance to finish washing my hands before he’s pulling me out of the bathroom. He throws me a shirt when we enter the bedroom, I pick it up and look at him.