Amelia's POV
“Are you awake?” A voice questioned coldly.
In a strange room, I opened my eyes only to see the presence of a half naked man, obviously from the bathroom and about to dress up.
Slowly, I sat up. Though I felt weird pain lingering underneath me.
“Who are you? Why am I here? Why did you kidnap me?” I asked with teary eyes, but my voice stated otherwise. It was loud, and knew no fear.
I clearly remembered rushing home only to find my mother dead after my rejection. How I came here was a misery I am not ready to know. All I want is to get the hell out of here, and see my mother for one last time.
I want to beg for her forgiveness, and apologise for not being the daughter she always wished for.
“I ask a question, who are you and why the fuck am I here?” After waiting without a response from the man who was smirking at me, I questioned rudely again.
He roughed his wet hair, making him look seducing before he walked closer to me. His gaze instilled an unknown fear in me, and reminded me of someone I badly wanted out of my memory.
“Mate, did you get so drunk that you forgot we had a steamy night?” His cold voice brought back memories of yesterday.
Everything suddenly became vivid as if it was replaying in my head. Starting from the moment I was rejected by the man I have loved all my life, broken, and embarrassed in front of everyone, down to the moment I came down to an unknown bar, It was all vivid.
“Steamy night?” My lips tilted as I recalled his words. How on earth we met, had a steamy night, and what he meant by ‘mate’, made me curious.
He placed his sexy hand on my thigh before he began, our gaze interlocking each other, “Amelia, last night, I found you. A mate which I never requested.”
From his voice, the fact that he hated the mating bond was obvious. His gaze alone made me wish I could disappear from here.
“Mate? Stop being ridiculous! There was no way I am your mate, nor can I be mated to another wolf after my rejection which was yesterday,” I paused, then lowered my gaze not to feel intimidated. “Everyone knows that the moon goddess hardly gives second chance mates. Once broken, and forever.”
To my amusement, he burst into laughter as if all my explanation was an epistle of rubbish. How can a man be this crazy?
He leaned closely to perceive my scent before he drifted back. “You've got a nice scent, maybe that was the reason my wolf can't resist you no matter how hard I tried.”
“Amelia, maybe you haven't found out, lowly Omega hardly has a chance to be remated, but you were given that chance, how fortunate. But you know what, you will never have my mark!”
Hearing those words again, it made my head suddenly begin to ache. Memory of last night began to replay uncontrollably.
The moment my wolf lost control for the first time just by seeing him, how I suddenly went into heat, and began to advance towards him, I recalled everything. It was a rough night, and a steamy one.
Even though I could only feel it in my memories and the aftermath underneath me, I knew it was really steamy.
“And did I ask for your mark?” Even if I know that was a clear lie, I can't help but inquire.
After what Sean did to me, I will never love any man. I will never become any man's thing, not even to a damn mate! I don't need a mate when they will only make life a living hell for me.
He chuckled at my words before he retired to what he was doing before I began the conversation. I could only observe his masculinity, and perfect torso which was sexy, only a stone will resist his touches anyways.
I remained silent until he was done dressing before I asked him, “Since I spent the night with you, won't you leave me some money for drugs and dress? Will you just abandon me here?”
Even though I knew I was practically begging, I made it sound like I was demanding it.
“Kind of. You must not leave this room until I come for you. At least you are my mate until I reject you, you remain so,” he paused with a smirk lying on his lips. “My secretary will take of you in my absence, so make sure to behave well while I am away or else —”
Before he could complete his statement, I gave him no room for it, “Or else what, mister? This is practically kidnapping! Do you think I don't have a life of my own aside from this hella shit called ‘mate’ uh?”
“Not Mister to you, Frank. You can call me Frankie,” he corrected me before we went back to our discussion. “Who cares about your life? In as much as you are my mate, you are wholeheartedly mine. Your body, soul, heart, and life, got it?”
Frank did not allow me to say a word before he stormed out of the room.
After he was gone, I took my time to study the room, especially a specific space which looked like where it began last night.
Not only did my bra, and pants go flying their ways, but three condoms were laughing at me on the floor.
“Damn! Which man uses three cod for a night, thank goodness I did not recall all this madness.” I stated. Deep down, I wished I was sober when this happened.
I wanted to know how I felt last night, and how weird I was when I was in my heat.
“Ma'am, do you need anything?” A female's voice asked me from outside of the door.
“Yes. I need something. Come in quickly,” I didn't hesitate to call her in for questioning.
“Miss Secretary, why am I being held captive here? Who is Mr Frank? Uh?” After she came in, I started questioning.
She let out a deep breath before she sat next to me on the bed, “I don't know much about him, but one thing is clear; Mr. Frank is doing this to protect you,” she stated.
My eyes blinked rapidly at her words, finding it ridiculous, “how?”
