After cursing the crazy witch out and telling her to stay the hell away from me after her crazy prediction, I finally went back to Ares' place hoping he wasn't back yet.
Upon approaching the deck area, I saw that the blood splattered hadn't miraculously remove from the door like those darn birds that had creepily risen from the dead.
I was putting away the cleaning supplies then headed to the kitchen to wash my hands at the sink after which I grabbed a piece of paper towel to dry them. My actions were sort of rush as I wanted to hurry up and go to my room. I didn't want to come face to face with him tonight.
I turned on my heel about to walk away when I released a piecing scream.
"Are you going to kill me!" I yelped, completely taken off guard. He was literally standing less than a foot behind me, staring down at me blanky and expressionless.
His legs were equal distance apart, standing fierce and dignified all at once. The white shirt that he wore was crisp and fastidious making him look even more appealing yet his muscles seemed stiff and tensed.
"Do not leave this house for the remainder of the week" he said alluringly in a tone of finality then turned to leave.
His voice caused a weird but tingly sensation to erupt inside of me and as he was walking away from me I got a wiff of his delicious scent that sent waves of glee throughout my body however the autocratic way he just demanded I stay here pissed me off.
"Excuse me?" I asked, my tone walking in a line between bitterness and incredulity.
"Does it look like I'm in your way?" He countered flatly.
"You said I had specific days that I could leave and now you're saying I should stay here for the rest of this week, you cannot take back your words and I strongly disapprove of this without a proper explanation as to why" I almost shouted infuriated.
Probably next week he'll tell me I cannot go out for the rest of the month, then after that month is over he'll tell me I cannot leave for the rest of the year and then before you know it, I'll be restricted to staying here for the rest of my life.
He halted in his tracks then turned his neck towards me, giving me a dangerously sharp look. His piercing stare locked on to me like a missile locked on its target and it was pleasuringly mind blowing.
"I have no interest if you approve or disapprove, my patience is limited unlike my authority which is perpetual". He said in a controlled tone with eyes blazing with jurisdiction.
I balled my fist in anger and I felt ice filling my veins.
"That is unless you're questioning my authority then I'll have no other option than to remind you who's in charge" he said sternly while taking a step forward however the effect I felt from his words were both tantalizing and alluring.
Who was I kidding, there is no way I or anybody in their right mind would question his authority. Not after what the witch had told me about him any way .
"Why must you always treat me like a four year old?" I asked with an undertone of sadness.
The burning gaze in his honey brown eyes began to fade away slowly, and they drifted from my face to stare out the window.
"Well maybe if you stopped behaving like four year old I wouldn't have to treat you as such" he answered bluntly and my irritation crackled.
It was clearly one of weaponized statements that got flung out to hurt and end conversations. If he was going to continuously treat me like a kid then I guess I'll have to start acting like one and lets see how he handles that because I have been nothing but compliant so far.
"I am not staying here, nope, not until you tell me why I must" I stated, shaking my head from left to right. His head whipped in my direction and I could literally see the rage swimming in his eyes.
"Don't make me put you over my knees" he threatened, his lips turning up in a lethal scowl.
I could almost feel the poisonous heat radiating off him from where I stood and my heartbeat was echoing throughout the kitchen but I didn't stop there.
"Or what, you're going to spank me?" I scoffed while rolling my eyes. I knew I was playing a dangerous game of pushing random buttons of his and I also knew it was just a matter of time before he ticked.
But I wanted that to happen, he was standing too far away from me when in reality I wanted him closer to me.
"Keep giving me ideas and I might fulfill your request" His remark was unexpected and I could only stare at him with my mouth agaped.
"You wouldn't dare" I sneered.
He gave me one last look that said I should take his word for it then walked off. "Do not leave this house and thats final" he instructed.
I held on to the counter watching his retreating figure walking down the hall. My chest heaved up and down rapidly and my limbs shaking with annoyance.
I was not done talking to him.
But what else was there to say?
My anxiety was getting the best of me when he was getting further away from me. A basket with apples caught my eye on the counter and I speedily took one and threw it after him.
It wasn't after the apple left my hand that I realized what I had done. I watched in slow motion when the apple glided through the air and aimed for his head. My eyes widened with regret and when I thought the apple was going to hit him smack on the head, in the speed of light he turned around and caught the apple in his left hand and proceeded to crush it.
A gasp left my lips at the menacing look he was giving me. It could have frozen peas! I hadn't realize I was holding my breath when he started to walk perilously towards me. Each step was deliberate and careful and time seemed to slow as the gravity of the situation weighs down on me.
"Come here!" He ordered. His voice was clipped and filled with dark rage.
Oh my God what have I done.
"I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" I said while backing away from the counter. My muscles stiffened ready to run yet I couldn't.
I blinked once then he was no longer standing couple feet away from me instead he was gone. My body grew tense to the point of shaking. Where was he?
I felt a presence standing behind me and before I could turn to look, even though I knew it was him, I felt him grab both my arms and placed them behind my back, pushing me against the counter.
His body was pressed against mine, leaving me wedge between his scorching skin and and the counter.
"Get your hands out of me!" I screamed while figiting.
I felt him pause for a moment before leaning in from behind me and it was quite surprising that his cheeks were so soft. His lips found my ear then he whispered harshly.
"I think you mean off of you"
Ripples of pleasure shocked through my body at his correction and also from the way he whispered sultrily. My eyes bulged when I realized what I said and a burning sensation was developing in my cheeks.
Before I could react, he speedily spun me around so I was facing him and grabbed my neck close to his face studying it. I searched his eyes for something, anything but they were clouded by a thick fog that hid untold mysteries.
His eyes were burning through me as I waited for him to speak and to be honest, I was mentally saying a prayer that he wouldn't let me go.
I felt his hand around my neck slackened a bit then his eyes drifted from my eyes to my slightly parted lips, they lingered on them for a while before he trained his eyes somewhere else and shaking his head.
"You wouldn't understand"he mumbled.
"Then make me understand-
"Yea Ares, make her understand" someone interjected rounding the corner to the kitchen and then I realized it was Cyrus.
Ares moved away from me leaving my body and heart utterly bereft and missing his warmth.
"What are you doing here Cyrus?" Ares asked impatiently.
"Aw sweetie if you wanted me here sooner you should have just said something" he cooed while walking towards Ares with open arms, as if he were about to hug him.
"Remember your place Cyrus" he replied contemptuously while slapping his hand away and moving away from him.
"How can I forget, when its obviously beneath you" he countered smirking at him.
I watched the interaction between the two in amazement. I didn't think a Beta should be acting so casually around their Alpha, and what was even more alarming was that Ares didn't even seem affected. Hmm makes me wonder.
"...yea thats right, walk way because I didn't come here to see you anyway" he sassed and turned to me.
A wolfish grin plastered on his face when he saw me then he began to come closer.
"Hello little lady" he greeted happily "Take a seat" he said while pulling out a chair for me to sit on and I did while mumbling a thank you.
"How have you been?" He asked and I could sense the genuineness in his voice which was quite strange that he even cared about my wellbeing.
Apart from being on the brink of a mental breakdown.
"I'm doing great" I answered with a force smile. It was quite saddening, because even though I was grateful he was asking, I would have really loved it if it was Ares the one asking.
"So have he told you yet?"
My eyebrows met in the middle at his question.
"Told me what?, that I should stay here for the rest of the week after keeping me locked up for almost 2 weeks, then yea he told me" I said, my voice low and gravelly.
"Thats what he said?" He asked incredulously. I heard him grumble something under his breath but it was too low to make out.
"Yea is something wrong?"
"Well, no, not really" And I stared at him to continue. "Its just that something came up and some very...not nice people decided they wanted to show up unannounced, all in all we'll be having some guest over for this week" he explained.
So what did have to do with me staying here for the whole week.
"So, is he scared of them?" What was I even saying, there is no way Ares could be scared of anyone after what I heard.
"Hate, is a more appropriate word"
"But if he hates these werewolves why would he even have them here?"
I heard him scoffed then mumbled something along the lines of if only they were werewolves but before I could ask he spoke.
"There are just some things that are sacrificed for the greater good and believe it or not he is just looking out for, this is his way of keeping you safe" he defended and my heart took a double beat. Keeping me safe? I bet he's just looking out for himself, I doubt he has the ability to care for another.
"I don't want to stay here all day Cyrus, I will go mad" I whined while placing my head on the table.
I heard him sigh from across me.
"Ok, you can leave" he permitted and my head shot up to look at him but he chuckled at my reaction. "But you must be back before 6 at all times do you understand"
I almost jump with glee when he said that and my smile must of been contagious because he began to smile too.
"I'm serious Skyler... promise me you will always be here by 6 ok" he said once more with a tint of warning laced in his voice.
" I promise