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“No, you don’t,” I said as he led me toward the dining room chair. I wondered if my family or any of the alphas would ever find me in this rank cabin. “You don’t know what the hell love is, you creep.”
“No need to be rude now,” he chided.
As I sat on the chair, I stared at the steaming plate of pasta with suspicion.
“I would never poison you, darling,” said Marrok reassuringly, and my stomach growled on cue.
Biting my lip, I hesitantly twirled a forkful of pasta, my whole body tense as he sat across from me, watching my every move.
“There you go,” he said, his voice soft as I ate. There wasn’t much distance between us at all since the wood table was so small. I stayed quiet, blowing on the pasta before putting it in my mouth. My taste buds exploded with a mix of sweet and tangy flavors, but I couldn’t enjoy the food after seeing the dandruff all over his shirt. I was starving at this point since I’d gone the whole day without any food, and the baby needed something.
“Where did you put my candy?” I asked him. It was the last thing I should be stressing out about, but I wanted it. Marrok’s gaze never left my face.
“It’s like I’ve known you forever, watching you every day,” Marrok continued as if talking to himself, completely ignoring my question. “I’m your true mate. I’m the only one who cares about you.”
A chill ran down my spine as I realized it had always felt like someone was watching me. Now, I was desperate as hell to escape him.
“Please, let me go home. You have no use for a pregnant omega,” I pleaded.
His eyes flashed. “You’re special to me, Ruby. You’ll make my father proud of me.”
“Why wouldn’t your father be proud of you?” I asked.
“He preferred my siblings over me for some reason,” he said, his eyes downcast. He went on to talk about his father’sdisappointment, and I felt a pang of sympathy. But I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to kill my baby once it was born.
After dinner, Marrok took my plate as I drank ice water, the cabin unbearably warm and stuffy. As I watched him washing the plates, my heart pounded as I asked him questions. I wasn’t sure what would set off his anger, and I needed to be careful.
“Why are you living all alone out here?” I asked.
“Because my family thought it would be best since the people talk about me,” he replied cryptically.
“What do they talk about?”
“I have…particular hobbies that not many packs would be proud of.”
Like sleeping with humans, I thought to myself.
Drying his hands, he walked towards me, and fear began to escalate within me. I was terrified, knowing that he wasn’t stable at all. He held his hand out to me, and I hesitated before taking it. I wanted him to trust me a little so I could somehow escape. I just needed a freaking plan, but it looked impossible.
I was nervous as he led me towards the bedroom. It was the last place I wanted to go with him. The room had a large mattress on the floor, covered by a ripped blue blanket and moldy-looking sheets.
“Oh my god,” I said to myself as he gestured for me to sit on the blanket. I cringed inside as my skin made contact with the bed. My heart was beating so fast that I thought I might faint. I tried to calm my breathing, but it was coming in short gasps, terrified of what Marrok would do to me.
He remained standing as he smiled down at me—a sinister, predatory smile. He immediately spun around and started rummaging through one of the dresser drawers.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment forever,” he breathed as he pulled out a blue velvet box and knelt in front of me. My heart raced as he opened it, revealing a large ruby ring that sparkled in the dim light.
“Oh no. This can’t be happening,” I said in horror.
“Ruby, I’m just so honored that you’re here with me. I’m very much looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you,” he crooned, and I couldn’t suppress a shudder. His words echoed in my head like a twisted promise. “I will love you forever, and you will never miss your old pack. I’m here to take care of you.”
25
Ruby
“Oh hell no,” I whispered out loud, watching in horror as he lifted the ring from the box and held it out towards me as if waiting for me to present my hand. I kept my hands glued to my sides. There was no way I was going to accept his ring in my first-ever proposal.
“What are you doing, my love?” he asked, looking confused. “Don’t you like the ring I bought for you?”
