Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 52

==Olivia==

My neck throbbed, jolting me awake. It throbbed as though a dead weight had been placed there all night round. I rubbed it, gently. My face squeezed as I did. I'd fallen asleep in an awkward sitting position, 'cause my back sent me a signal as well. Without craning down, I glanced at my ankle. Proceeding to feel it with my fingers. Swollen, it had become. Almost twice its size now. Twice the difficulty moving around, perhaps.

I couldn't hear the rain, nor the thunder again. Turning to my side and with my palms placed on the walls, I began to pull myself from the ground. My ankle wasn't having any of it. It ached, burned so hot. So fierce. But I was set to forge on. To go against the resistance. And with that, I stood on my feet. My lips pinned tightly together.

I leaned on the planked wall, mentally preparing myself for the journey ahead. I couldn't believe I had fallen asleep, but then could I blame myself? My body was so badly beaten up, the sleep had been just the saviour I needed. I staggered forward, reaching the entrance and lifting off the plank that barred the way. I was surprised that the plank had still been in position. Yesterday, it rained cats and dogs.

I dunked, stepping out to the cold. Goosebumps swarmed me, making me shiver terribly. The sun hadn't full come out. From the look of things, give or take, it was getting close to six now.

I guessed, I'd just follow the back of the shack. That was the direction I was heading to the night before. Memories of yesterday tiptoed in. Starting from my leap from the mansion to the chase by the wolves. A shiver ran down my spine. It made me attempt picking, but that a mission of folly. Mr. Ankle still wouldn't listen. Same with my sides. In fact, my entire body hurt like crazy. My eyes began to grow teary. Even as the reason was stupid...shouldn't be a reason in the first place. Matteo was a wolf. He was a f*****g wold. How hadn't I known? Of course how would I when I busied myself havung those fantasies. I wiped my eyes clean frantically. No need to cry. Matteo wasn't worth my tears.

I just had to get the f**k out of here. I was on my way to freedom now.

As the day was beginning to break, I became more and more scared that Matteo would have awoken from whatever deep sleep he had fallen into and start with his search for me. My chest heaved as I forged on. Adrenaline building up. Yes, the flight hormone had somewhat ebbed away, given that last night had almost ended in an anticlimax. Sort of. I must have passed out after witnessing the trans...the changing because I found myself sometime later, lying next to Matteo's naked form. I hadn't been more terrified in my life. I'd wasted no time, even with the pain in my ankle, to get up and leave.

I was bent on getting home that day, but the weather had different plans. The sky opened, letting out buckets of rain. I'd been forced to run while hoping that I found some shelter soon. Some place that could shield me from the storm and preys that lurked around. I thought about how my life was gonna be when I got home. First thing first, I'd head to the police station, tell them all they needed to know and finally breathe the air I so craved for. Leah and I would then wait and see as Matteo spend the rest of his pathetic life in jail. Everything would get back to normal again. Yes, I'd resume work at the café. Now, even though I knew of the possibility that my replacement had been gotten, I still was strong in my belief that I'd carry on from where I'd stopped. My boss was that considerate. My preparation for entrance into Cayota Community College would pick up, hopefully, I'd make it through, and so, my future would begin to take form. I'd be normal once more. Something moved behind me. I could hear it, getting uncomfortably close.

I turned. And when I did, regret enveloped me.

He was here. The terror! A scream flew out of my mouth, with so much force, my lungs began to plead. I faced the other way to run, but he held my arm.

I began trashing around, trying to pull free. "Let me go! Leave me the f**k alone!"

My defences didn't seem to work at all. It didn't even appear that he was a recipient to a carnage of blows and slaps. He held my other arm, bringing me close to his grimy self.

"What do you think you're doing, huh? You think you can run away from me?" He said this with his face close to mine, pulling me towards him with each word spoken. I got his stale breath. That, coupled with the fact that he now disgusted me as a person, made me spit at him. He shut his eyes but wouldn't let go of me. His grip as strong as ever. I kept squirming to set myself free, until he let his eyes open again. A faint frown plastered on his face. The spit had landed somewhere in between his eye and was now trickling all the way down. It stopped at the tip of his nose. But that didn't make me feel sorry. Not one bit.

"You f*****g psychopath. You gonna regret ever crossing my path. You gonna regret-"

"I regret ever offering your worthless, no-good-of-a-man father help in the first place!" He said that. Not in a whisper or in his characteristic low tone, but as a yell. The bastard yelled at me while insulting my father. The f*****g bastard he was!

"I hate you." I stood on my toes. "I hate you! Don't care how many times you've heard this but I hate you. I hate you, Matteo. To think I wasted this much time before attempting an escape is just bloom! Mind blowing. To think I made out not once, not twice, but three f*****g times with a man beast-and I mean it literally-just shows how messed up I've become. And it's all because of you. You monster. You thing I don't even know what to call."

Yes, I was convinced I hadn't been in my right senses when all those escapades happened. That was the only explanation I could give. And now I believed I had had a grip on myself. I was no longer carried away by whatever gorgeousness I had thought he possessed. I was disgusted at him. I was disgusted at myself too, for putting up with all these.

I couldn't feel his grip anymore. So, I glanced at my arm, realising that he'd let go of me. I didn't give him a second glance. I hoofed off, completely blind to my ankle. However, a moment came when the pain overpowered me. It was so bad, I went for the ground. I was letting out breath in a slow, controlled way-offering words of encouragement to myself. When I gathered enough momentum as I believed, I struggled to get up. Footsteps got close and I glanced the other way. Matteo materialised, standing in front of me. I tried getting up again, but the pain hit me. I winced.

"Wait. You'd hurt yourself."

"Who cares?" I said, still not locking eyes with him, because well, this was a guy standing in front of me naked, early in the morning. Of course, there was gonna be the morning boner. I didn't want to catch a glimpse of that. Ever.

I sensed him reaching for my legs and I barred him.

"Your ankle is brusied." Like hell I don't know. This time I was determined to rise. Damn the consequences. Damn the pain. But yet again, I couldn't go through with it. I fell down, hitting my bum on the wet ground. The wetness irritated me. I was sure that hours and hours of showering wouldn't be enough to get me all cleaned up. I was a dirty mess.

"Need help now?"

I didn't reply. I didnt reply as I was done, tired, fed up. The f**k I had always been this whiny girl. This person that couldn't stand up for herself. It was either Leah, or my mom or Pete, or anybody. And now, Matteo? The fucker that held me against my wish? When was I ever gonna learn? When, Olivia?

Matteo crouched down and took my foot in his hands. He held the ankle tight and I didn't need to to be told what he was doing. He was a wolf. And his kind was known to have some form of healing powers, so I had heared. The pain was beginning to die down just the way it had been with the period cramps. Another proof that I was a fiddle head.

"How do you feel now?" Silence. "What were you doing here. Out in the open?"

How could I have been blind?

"Olivia!"

I shut my eyes close. My heart scrunching up.

"F**k!"

I jerked, turning to see him punch a tree. Just like the monster he was. His naked form filled my eyes. From the bareness of his back... His hard looking back that bore a deep grove, to the little... is that a tattoo? I squinted, staring at the coin sized dent on his upper thigh some inches close to his butt cheek. I couldn't help but wonder if that sign was an identifying mark, pointing to his wolf nature. His wolf nature... Was it weird that I was kinda crushed by the new development? Was it weird that I wished this was a joke? "You're a wolf. A wolf." Yes, dummy. He's got claws, the ears and fur, what does that tell you? But still, even though I had seen him, I didn't want to believe that. I didn't want it to be true.

"What happened last night?" he asked. "Why are you here? Why am I here?"

From nowhere, Matteo's p***s flashed before my eyes. I looked away, shutting my eyes tightly. No, no. Not again. Shit! I could feel my cheek burning from hot embarrassment. I wanted the ground to open up or perhaps, for there to be a wormhole to suck me away from this sticky situation.

"Is that a scarf on your hair?"

I looked up at him, trying hard to shut out the picture of his huge member from my mind. I was failing at it. I was failing hopelessly.

"May I?" My heartbeat spiked What? May I? What did he mean by that? "It'll save you and I the embarrassment."

I hoped to the heavens it wasn't what I was thinking.

"I'm not comfortable having you stare at my d**k."

I gasped. What the f**k!

"The scarf, Miss. Haynes?"

Don't give it to him. Don't do it! Yet again, I ignored my subconscious, and angrily tore the scarf off my hair. Matteo casually took it from me, like he hadn't destroyed the remainder of my dignity.

I looked away again. I couldn't believe I'd thought he was hinting on s*x. Oh, boy. Since when did I become obsessed with s*x? What the f**k was wrong with me?

"You haven't answered my question."

The sicko! "And I'm in no way eager to do that." I rose on my feet, now agile like a deer." This isn't your mansion anymore. You can't order my around."

"Oh yes, I can. Your are mine and nobody, not even you, can do anything about it." I couldn't say what irritated me more. His obnoxious self or the deadness of his gaze. But I was so dine now. For freaking real.

"Then, watch me," I gave him one more hard glare before turning the other way. Matteo caught me, Swinging me around to face him. I gasped, taken aback by his guts. The f*****g guts he had. I watched as his eyes stayed on my lips. No way I was gonna kiss. No way, and I meant it this time. This was no human I was dealing with. This was an animal. A wolf. A lower f*****g animal. But that knowledge only made me more hesitant in accepting the truth. How could a guy...his could someone with such nice blue eyes-eyes like an Angel's-be a wolf? How could a guy with the coldest, yet sexisest stare be a wolf. How...? How did that all add up? I knew how mesmerized I used to be, how my heart drummed each time I looked him in the eyes.

From nowhere, Matteo pulled from me. And I got a hold on my self.

"I can't let you go." His eyes bored into mine. Steady, not blinking. "Your father and I had an agreement."

Are we still going through this?

"I get that you both signed to make my life a misery. But make me understand, dear Mr. Matteo why in heaven's name you kissed me? All those kisses...those..." Am I actually saying this? Am i that pathetic?

Despite myself, I kept talking. I wanted to understand why Matteo treated me like a queen for a minute and the next second I was trash. A total stranger. "Why? I'm your slave obviously, so why all those?"

He took his eyes away from me. A frown forming on his face. His jaw tightening. For a second, I thought he was going to pounce on me and give me the beating of a lifetime, but then he gazed back and the frown was nowhere to be found. "Why did you accept the kiss?" Boom! " All of them. Why hadn't you pushed me away?" My tongue went parched. F**k, he'd thrown the question back at me. "I'm your captor after all?"

Matteo moved closer to me, and lifted of my chin. He brought me to look at his insanely blue eyes. Those set eyes that weakened me at my knees. My heart skipped just as he brought his head down, his breath coming close to me, tickling me-albeit its staleness I shivered, but I wasn't sure he noticed. He descended gradually to my neck and began to breathe in. My heart picked up again. He was breathing me in. Taking me like I was some form of dish on his platter. I couldn't help but wonder if he was gonna devour me this instant. I stood, frozen to the spot. And then I heard a moan. His moan. Deep, guttural, hoasky. It had a way of messing with the stuff in between my legs and I found myself getting wet. Before I could beat myself for reacting that way, he placed a kiss in my neck. My weak spot. I stifled a moan, shutting my eyes tight. No, I had passed this stage. I wasn't that girl anymore. But then, the softness of his lips on my neck was tempting. No, Olivia. You can overcome this. And so, I pinned my lips, jamming my legs together to fight against the arousal. I was trying to prove a point. To make it known to Matteo that I was my own person and that I played according to my rules.

His kisses reached my lips, taking on an undulating tempo. Shallow, deep, shallow. I was this close...this close to breaking down my walls and forging head on with the kiss. But I didn't. I let him do his thing, and perhaps, realising that I wasn't invested in the kiss, he stopped. His forehead in mine.

My eyes were still shut. And then, he spoke. Slowly, in a drawl. The Italian ring I recently got to know about laced in it.

"I kissed you because I had to. Something about you makes me do so." What?

My eyes snapped open, looking up to meet his gaze. His pupils were dilated. He cupped my cheeks with his palms and pulled his forehead from mine, bringing his...stupidly handsome face to me.

I found myself asking, wondering why the dude had to have the looks and the body. There were guys out there-and I meant really really nice guys that deserved such gorgeousness. For example, my boss at the Café. A nice caring guy like him sure deserved such gorgeousness.. It just showed how messed up the universe was. What a f*****g waste.

"A month," he said, jolting me back to the present. "A month and if I'm satisfied with what I see, I'd let you go."

"What?"

He bent low, my eyes followed him as he went for the scarf on the ground. I tore my gaze away immediately. God knows, I'm never gonna touch that thing again. "A month to make me believe I should set you free."

Wait what? Free as in let me go? Was this a joke? But I didn't know Matteo to be one to joke. His gaze was enough to let me debunk that theory.

"Fine." I said, although not convinced, although having a hard time comprehending the statement. And then, a smile. A tiny little smile that would have escaped me if I hadn't been observant, played on his lips. The smile, it was enough to let me know that Matteo had got something up his sleeves. Now, I didn't know the game he was trying to play, but guess what, I was ready to play that game. And oh f*****g gracious, I was gonna play it good. "Fine, Matteo."