Chapter 3 Please Don't Torture Me

Olive screamed as she met eyes with Wayne. She was surprised to see him when she had thought she was dead. Didn't he kill her earlier? Or did she have a bad dream? She shifted in the bed and tried to sit up but felt her arms brushing against the sides of her breasts. It was skin against skin. She looked down through the blanket and her eyes turned into that of an owl again. She was naked! She clutched the blanket against her chest and sat up, moving as far away from the edge of the bed as possible. Her injuries were still fresh, but not bloody flesh. She seemed to be healing. “What—what am I still doing here?” she asked with her face flustered. “Where were you supposed to be?” Wayne asked with no emotions in his voice. He looked angry and murderous as he stared at her. And Olive—she was scared to death. Her heart began to beat loudly. “I thought I was…I thought you would…I—” “Enough of the I's,” Wayne barked and walked fully inside the room. He dumped the bags on the bed and walked to the wardrobe. “Get dressed, we're leaving in an hour,” he said and pulled open the door of the wardrobe. He brought out a big black backpack and closed the door. “Where are you taking me?” Olive's shy voice reached his ears. He could sense her fear. She was terrified that he would hurt her badly. “Somewhere you might wish you hadn't met me because…” he trailed off because he wasn't supposed to answer that question. And the answer his mouth was procuring was definitely not something he should say. He gulped angrily, with his brows still at an angle. He hung his bag and walked to the door. He looked back at her and froze when he saw tears streaming down her face. She was wiping them off but they fell immediately she wiped them. Her eyes looked up at him and her body began to shake with sobs. “Please, Alpha Knight, don't torture me. I swear I didn't want to come. They made me do it. I don't know why and I have no hand in this. I shouldn't die like this,” she burst into sobs and both her hands went up to her face to shield her tears. Her blanket fell from her chest, exposing her breasts and Wayne was struck by a force he had no idea could affect him. Her breasts were full and big, smooth and looked like the softest flesh God had ever created. As she shook with cries, they moved up and down and it aroused him. He could feel the tender matebond drag him towards her. How would those breasts feel against his skin? The thought that they were made for him alone soothed him. He peeled his eyes away from her twin peaks and looked at her face. He clenched his jaw hard. “Get dressed. We live in an hour,” he said, totally ignoring her earlier pleas. He walked out of the room, banging the door behind him. He clenched his fists as he stood behind the door. With what he just heard from her, Olive was nothing but a toy in the hands of The Vrek Cult. There was something more to why they had sent Olive. They knew well that she wouldn't be able to do it, so they must have really wanted her dead. But why? He looked back at the door and heaved a silent sigh. Then he walked away, into the living room where the rest of his men were with their bags, sitting down and not talking. “She's awake already so we're leaving soon,” he announced and slumped into a sofa. “You are really taking her to Balendin?” Crusoe, one of his men asked. Wayne closed his eyes without answering him. Balendin mostly called Balendin Pack was where he was Alpha. It was a large territory, like a state with cities, towns and villages. It was a hidden pack, just like most packs around the country. Balendin Pack was very balanced economically and had one of the best ammunition plus manpower. They hardly lost wars. “Alpha Knight, she's not out yet. Should I put the food in the microwave?” Terry asked after a long while of silence. Wayne opened his eyes and looked towards the door. “Why isn't she out yet?” he asked no one in particular as he got on his feet and walked to the door. He walked through the hallway and entered the room only to see her still on the bed, crying. “What the hell are you still doing here? I thought I told you to get dressed!” Wayne barked at her and she flinched, almost tumbling over. Olive had not realized that she had been staying still and crying for so long. She was reminiscing her life with her family, and how she would never have that life again. She stared up at the angry looking Alpha and she shuddered. “I'm-I'm sor-ry,” she stuttered as her body shook with fear. Her heart calmed a bit when she noticed that Wayne's angry gaze on her softened greatly. Or was it her imagination? And why was her wolf looking at him with so much desire? What in the world was wrong with that wolf? Looking at the Big Bad Alpha with lustful eyes? Crazy! “Get up,” he said in a voice that sounded like silk, calm and devoid of the usual rage and terror that laced his every word. “I'm sorry,” she apologized again and tried to step down from the bed. Her body was very exposed so Wayne turned around for her to arrange herself. She did and stood upright, with the blanket around her. “You done?” he asked. “Yes,” she whispered. He turned around and looked at her for a few seconds then— “Let's go to the bathroom… I'll bath you,” he said and Olive's jaw dropped open. What?