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Her pliant body suddenly stiffens.
“I hate it when you call me that,” she snarls, surprising me with the vehemence in her voice.
“I only mean it as a fun nickname.” When I lean in to kiss her again, she turns her head to the side, avoiding me.
“It’s a child’s name,” she snaps.
I push myself up, so I’m propped on my elbow. She’s never acted like this before when I’ve called her Izzy, so I’m not surewhat to think. After what we just shared, I choose to play along. “Alright. Then I won’t call you that again.”
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, because the look she gives me is filled with pain and completely contradictory to what I thought she wanted.
Idiot! Asshole!My beast growls.
“What? You just said you didn’t want me to call you—" Before I can finish, Isabelle shoves me off her before bolting off the bed. I barely have time to snatch the chains, hauling her back to the bed so that she’s caged under me once again. She hisses, scratches and snarls like a wildcat and it takes nearly all my strength to attach the chains back to the bed.
“I hate you, Luka.” Her eyes snap fire and I believe that she means every word that just gutted me as painfully as any knife. I only wish I knew why.
Once she’s secured, I slide off the bed and toss the plate of food I brought beside her. She pushes it right back off with her knee and then smirks when the plate smashes to pieces on the ground.
I swallow down the snarl that races up my throat.
Whatever. She won’t die from a missed meal. It was cold anyway.
Ignoring the mess, I finish attaching her chains to the bottom of the bed before reaching for the bag of my blood. My temper gets the best of me, and I throw it harder than necessary at her. Then I snatch up my untouched plate and storm out of the basement. Hitting the lights on my way out, all the while listening to her curse me and my family.
Damnit. Will it always be like this?
My chest aches where my heart is pounding behind my sternum. This isn’t working and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do to fix it. I want to storm back down into the basement and shake some sense into her. To shout at her that she’smine!Justlike I’mhers.I want to fuck her and lock us together. I want to claim her, but I won’t.I can’t.Not until she accepts me.
I scrape my plate into the garbage and then dump everything in the sink before fleeing from the house, locking it behind me. My tires kick up gravel that pings against the siding as I race like the devil himself is on my heels down the dirt road and away from my fated mate.
4
ISABELLE
In his anger, Luka tightened the chains so that my limbs are stretched across the bed without thought of how I was supposed to reach the bag of blood that is just out of my reach.
I should be angry at him for treating me this way! I have every right to be pissed about a lot of things, my confinement and treatment the very least of it. Instead, I feel… sad.
The gentle way he touches me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Because he’s meant to be yours!
I shudder at the way his handsome face morphed when his beast came forward to consume me. Twisting Luka’s features without fully shifting. I tremble at the memory of the sharp sting his claws left as they dug into my flesh. His too-long tongue lapping, hitting deeper than it should. Golden eyes glowing with desire.
I should be afraid of Luka’s beast, not fantasizing about how he feels when he touches me. I’m supposed to be terrified of the thought of him knotting me, not how good it’ll be when he sinks his sharp teeth into my shoulder and claims me.
Forcing those thoughts away with a frustrated growl, I switch my focus to what’s really important. Gaining status and wealth for my faction. Ever since I reached my immortality, that’s all I’ve heard. It’s what I’m meant to do.
Why are you wasting your time with dessert when you can enjoy a gourmet meal?
You had the Alpha of Alphas eye, and you let him slip through your fingers.
Surely you can do better than that, Isabelle. We ask so little of you.
You bagged one brother, why not Jarik, the more powerful one?
Donotdisappoint us again, Isabelle.
