The Beast's Possession
48: Are you selling me?

**Bane

pov**

The look on her face was nothing short of priceless. I actually enjoyed seeing how her eyes widened and jaw dropped.

One of the easiest things to do was to anger the reject, but surprising her was a rare occurrence, so I always gave into the temptation of enjoying myself for a little while. "Killian," she repeated the name as soon as she came back to her senses. "As in the Alpha Killian, the man I was promised to?"

The corner of my mouth twitched, but I refused to smile. The less emotions I would show her, the better her reaction. "As in Killian, yes," I replied dryly.

Her eyes scanned the kitchen. Any other day, I would assume she was looking for a way out, but this time, it was clear she was searching for something else.

"What are you looking for?" I finally asked, growing a little curious about what she was planning this time.

"A hidden camera." She spat back, still scanning every shelf in the kitchen.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I barked out in laughter and nearly fell over at how ridiculous she was acting.

Who would have known that bringing up one name would have such an amusing effect on her.

"What's so funny? How about you tell me where you hid the camera so we can get going?" She huffed.

Honestly, I was stuck between some serious choices. Since I had been treating her way better lately, she had found the audacity to run her mouth, so I had to choose if I would let it slide or remind her of some punishment options. At the end of the day, I needed her to feel at home and more comfortable, but that didn't mean her comfort had to come at the price of me, taking her disrespect.

"How about you use that brain to mouth filter nature gave you next time, hmm?" I spoke as I raised from my seat and pinned her with my gaze. "Maybe then, I wouldn't have thought about the options of your next punishment." "Right, I apologize," she quickly muttered and averted her gaze to her feet.

I seriously wanted to facepalm myself. Sometimes, her reactions were so sharp and over the top that I didn't know how my words could affect her.

Right now, she was shutting down again. I didn't need her to hide herself and her thoughts, I needed her to be comfortable while she still knew her goddamn place.

"It's fine, I'll let it slide this time," I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

Waves of anger started coursing through me as I tried to breathe it all out. The last thing I needed was to go off on her and ruin every plan I had ever built.

"Really?" She gasped, focusing her teary eyes on me.

At times, I wondered how in the hell could this thing be an Alpha. How was this a result of two Alphas?

Everyone knew how the top of the food chain was supposed to be. By nature, us, Alphas, were stronger, faster, bigger, more dominant and the list went on. To put it in simply - we were everything she wasn't.

If I had no prior knowledge about the reject, I would probably assume she was an Omega or a Delta's child at best.

"Really," I parroted her, but unlike her surprised tone, mine was irritated. "Let's get going then, we have places to be and people to see. I believe we wasted plenty of time here already," I added as I glanced at the watch.

So much for having a decent breakfast first thing in the morning.

As we exited the building, she didn't utter a word. Instead, she just followed me like an obedient puppy, gaze cast down.

I stood by the car and opened the door for her. Once the reject sat in the car, I thought about helping her buckle up, but decided against it. An action like that would be too much. I needed to feed her delusions, not actually act like I cared. Slamming her door shut, I mentally cursed the morning and walked around the car to get in the driver's seat.

I expected her to ask more questions as we left the driveway or at least look out of the window, but she did neither. The reject was stuck deep in her thoughts as she glared at her hands.

Using the moment, I glanced at them. She actually had pretty nice hands, as weird as it sounded.

Pretty, long fingers and neat nails. I could describe them as the hands of a true lady, even though she was everything but that.

Since I had never liked driving around in complete silence, I turned on the radio for some background noise.

After an hour, she finally broke her silence and spoke up. "Are we returning back later in the day or are you planning to spend the night there? May I ask where I fit in any plans?" "What do you mean?" I asked without looking away from the road.

"I just want to know how this is going to go. There are many possible outcomes," she whispered.

"Huh, interesting. So, tell me, what are the outcomes you think might be a possibility?"

She sucked in a deep breath and then slowly released it. Her body tensed so much, I could feel it without sparing her a glance.

"Well, I was thinking that there are a few things that might happen next. You could be taking me there to sell me. Also, there's a chance you could be going there for a visit as a friend. I asked about spending the night there because I'm really struggling to understand where I fit in there and why you're taking me to that man."

"We're just traveling to visit an old friend of mine, that's all. Stop overthinking every tiny thing that happens in your life or around you, it's not healthy." I grumbled.

She shifted in her seat to look at me. "Are you selling me?" As the question left her, she didn't even blink, eyes wide as those of an owl.

A low chuckle left me. "Trust me, if I was planning to sell you today, you would be the first one to hear that from me. Let's stick to visiting a friend, shall we?"

Her jaw dropped but she was quick to hide it. "Is it visiting a friend or rubbing something in his eyes? Pardon me if I come across as rude, but I'm really struggling to imagine you, having actual friends. Any friends of all. Or people who might enjoy your company at that."

I couldn't help but laugh at her bluntness. It was truly funny how fast she forgot every warning I gave her when she got too carried away.

"The punishment isn't off the table. Not anymore. You're pushing my buttons on purpose and that's one thing I refuse to tolerate. Now, keep your mouth shut and look around or sleep, I don't care. The only thing I want to hear from you for the remaining time of our drive there is fucking silence."