Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

BEATRICE

“What does that even mean,” Beatrice nearly shouted, looking up at the ceiling with a scowl “You’re suppose to go furry once a month – big freaking deal. It doesn’t give you the right to kidnap me off the streets and lock me in your pseudo–dungeon that smells like rotting rats. For fuck’s sake, I have rights whether you’re whatever an Alpha is or not.”

“You’re my mate,” he replied, his hands suddenly back on the arms of her chair, face inches from hers for the second time. “I can do whatever I please with you.”

“The hell you can,” she spat back, meeting his glare with one of her own. “I decide my own life, not you. If I say you can’t touch me, then you better not lay a single finger on me, or so help me god…”

Laughter rumbled out of Hendricks as he tilted his head to the side before leaning in even further. His nose now hovered close to her neck, his breath

tickling her skin as he said, “You are mine, Fine Beatrice, and soon enough, you will beg me to touch you.”

“Over my dead body,” she managed to hiss before he laughed again, pulling away and leaving her feeling breathless.

“An Alpha is the head of a pack.”

“…w–what…?” Beatrice frowned, trying to get her brain unscrambled after what had just happened.

“You said you didn’t know what it meant – being Alpha. It means I’m in charge.”

Beatrice blinked a few times, processing this information. The head of a pack of werewolves said she was his mate. Fucking. Great. “What’s that suppose to make me, then? Your bitch?” The question came out before she had time to think it through. Her mom would no longer be proud – a common occurrence.

“If that’s what you want to be called,” he shrugged, a grin spreading over his face. “But, usually, the she–wolf mated to an Alpha is called the Luna.”

“I’m not… I’m human, remember. I can’t do the fur thing,” she reminded him, making gestures with her hands to emphasize fur, which probably ended up looking like she was just waving them around like a maniac.

“You’ll still be my Luna.”

“I’m not one of you,” she continued to insist, needing Hendricks to understand his mistake. “I can’t be anything because I’m not a werewolf. Tweedledee would have a hissy fit if you told him he had to listen to me.” That’s right. Appeal to the crazy person using his minions against him. That never failed.

“Tweedledee?”

Opening her mouth, Beatrice closed it against without answering, unsure if explaining the nickname would be a smart idea. Then again, what did she have to lose? “Yeah, from Alice in Wonderland. Tweedledee and Tweedledum, the driver and passenger.” Okay, the explanation didn’t make her look that bad, but people never liked when she gave them nicknames.

“Interesting. I doubt Benedict would like being called that.”

Benedict? That was perfect. It took all of her self control not to smirk as she made a teeny, tiny change to his nickname.

“We will be holding the Luna’s ceremony tomorrow night. You’ll be introduced to the pack as my mate and Luna. We will then mark each other to cement the bond.”

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Chapter 10

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Thril to the no. “Nope: Not happening.”

Hendricks looked much too smug, as if Beatrice’s ‘no‘ meant absolutely nothing, and that pissed her off all the more. She liked to think she had a long fuse for the most part — but once it reached the end she took no responsibility for anything that happened. This fucker was nearing the end of said fuse.

“You’ll be escorted to your room and I’ll send up some she wolves to help you pick out an appropriate dress for the ceremony,” he continued, as though she hadn’t just told him it wasn’t going to happen.

“What part of ‘not happening‘ did you fail to understand,” she spat, pushing back the chair as she stood up. Her nails were digging into the palms of her hands as she clenched them into fists. It took a considerable amount of willpower to stop herself from screaming in this man’s face. “Are you an idiot? If you do this without my consent you’re nothing better than a rapist.”

That caught his attention real fast, anger now radiating from him. “You are my MATE,” he roared, causing Beatrice to stumble backwards into the chair.

Being as graceful as she was, both her and the chair toppled over, landing with a crash on the floor. Before she could get her head around what had just

happened, Hendricks was on top of her, pinning her to the ground as his eyes shifted to bright gold.

“Get off me,” she managed to whisper, fear taking hold as she remembered how the man from earlier had shifted into a wolf while pinning her down exactly like this. She’d always known her sense of self preservation was lacking but to go toe to toe against a werewolf? That was a new low, even for her.

“Mate is mine,” Hendricks growled, his voice sounding different than before, as she watched his teeth change from human to something… pointier. Oh god,

was he going to shift here and now?

“Fuck you,” was Beatrice’s response, voice quivering.

As if he hadn’t heard her, he buried his face against her neck, nuzzling her exposed skin. Try as she might, she couldn’t break free from his grip.

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