My head hurts like a bitch. What can I say? If you are struck in your head by something heavy a killer headache, is what you get as a reward.

I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in a different room. So fucking original even for a book haha!

But this room was pretty, like really pretty. I was on a bed with cream-colored sheets and fluffy white pillows. It had large windows and serious as fuck it had one wall made up of glass.

Sexy! I liked....nah loved it.

But then again like every other damsel, where was I? I woke up and sat feeling up all my muscles. I felt all stiff and sore.

Now, now....time for some exploration and explanation.

I opened the door and went out which means that my captors are foolish enough to let me roam and wander about or rather they are too powerful and know that I will not be able to escape. But then again being like every other damsel I had to take my chances.

Escaping the clutches of my room I realized that this house was made up of wood and damn, it was pretty. Looking outside the nearest window I took in a sharp breath.
God, it was a wooden house, somewhere in the middle of the forest.

Must belong to someone rich.

Mate.

Yeah yeah... I need to find that Dude too.

Right now my life seriously sucks! I mean I am officially stuck somewhere I don't know about and it all feels like a silly dream.

I reached the main hall without getting lost...gosh I am reading way too many damsels in distress books.

But reaching the foyer I realized that I was not alone. I was in the company of someone. Someone that goes by the name of mate.

There he was my mate. So effing ironic...

From wanting one to finding one earlier than usual, having a full-blown betrayal and then vowing never to search for one and stay away from pack life I find my mate... fucking once again. I seriously want to strangle the writer of the story of my life ASAP.

What can I say...it is all about the charm!

He was standing there facing outside sure as hell knowing all about my presence but then not acknowledging it. So cute of him to behave in a childish way. Great. At least I'll have some personal space.

But trust me something about him was off...missing...known.

He slowly turned around with a sly smirk or rather a cunning and devilish look on his face and my body froze. My blood went cold and my heart literally and physically missed a beat.

Ain't I supposed to die?

"Welcome back dear Anouk. Long-time no see."

I looked at him straight in the eye.

"Mercado," I acknowledged keeping a poker face despite the hurricane of the emotions.

He simply tsked me and shook his head while taking small, calculated and measured predatory steps towards me. I already was near a wall and so cornering me was an easy task.

I raised my eyebrow at his attempt of intimidation or rather yet...appreciation? Trying to make me feel comfortable, are we? Just like how the sacrificial lamb is well fed and cared for before the slaughter. But he was mistaken for I was no lamb but a wolf. His enraged she-wolf.

Right now, all I felt was - disgusted.

I mean seriously? Of all persons he betrays me and then I find him to be my real mate a bond that he doubted after marking me?

He stopped in front of me but what he did next was absolutely unexpected.

He slapped me...hard. It stung so badly. I cupped my cheek in one of my hands.
I could not believe it. Like how could he hurt me? Because, it was impossible for a mate to hurt his or her other half and also being an Alpha it has to be absolutely painful for him, too.

Through tear-filled eyes, I looked up at him to see a mask of indifference on his face.
But his eyes explained things which words or expressions couldn't.

He crossed the negligible amount of distance between us and God is he trying to make me go psycho wolf on his ass?

Hugged me hard!

Has he turned bipolar? I am fucking sure about it. Shall I admit his to some sort of asylum?

Now, for a more shocking thing, he simply placed his lips on mine. That's it. Nothing more. He did not attempt to kiss me nor did he leave my lips. As if giving me a choice and also he was deciding things himself.

Something tugged in my heart, curse the mate bond. But I tried to move back which was prevented by his hands which were securely tight on my waist. What am I supposed to do?
I kissed him or rather yet my horny wolf did.

Yeah yeah...kill me officially. But I did, I kissed him. Cause it felt right and perfect as if that was the most natural thing to do when it comes to him and his sinister pair of lips. He seemed to be free from the trance and then guys, he kissed me back as if life depended on it.
He K.I.S.S.E.D. me.

Because... I felt alive. I felt simply his.

He demanded a kiss, dominated it and absolutely manipulated it so as to satisfy his needs. He took as much as he could as if afraid of what will happen next. And God he did not stop...even for oxygen.

Finally, after 3 minutes and 49 seconds later the assault on my now swollen lips ceased as Knox brushed the pad of his thumb on my throbbing and aching bottom lip.

I looked at him all dazzled and confused. He smiled at me ...a smile that is full of love and adoration and downright affection. God, kill me already! What am I supposed to do when a sexy as fuck dude gives me a boyish grin after an out of earth make out session?

"Mark me Anouk and be mine forever," he said while placing his head in the crook of my neck and inhaled my scent.

That is when something in me snapped. It broke me from the daze and the illusion that I was holding or rather yet scheming for it to be true.

My hand caught the nearest vase and it went flying across the hall.

Crash.

My eyes flew open. Trying to adjust with the bright light entering from the window of the room I was in?

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