The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

Oberon's POV.

She grunts in frustration, and I finally put her down. Antagonizing her isn't going to get us anywhere.

I slam the gate closed before she gets out, locking us both in the cell. She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me.

'Look here, Alpha, I don't want to be your mate.'

I shrug, trying not to show how much that hurts. 'You haven't got a choice.'

She narrows her eyes at me. 'I could reject you.'

I feel like I've been kicked in the stomach.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you,' I advise quietly.

I take a step towards her, and she takes a step back.

'If you reject me, you put yourself through a world of pain, as well as me. It will take you years to feel like yourself again and there's no guarantee that the Moon Goddess will bless you with a second mate,' I goad her, stepping towards her until her back hits the wall.

I place my hands on the wall on either side of her head, pinning her in. I lean in close, smirking when I hear how fast her heart is beating.

'Your body wants me, so why are you fighting it' I question her. I hold up a strand of her hair and twirl it between my fingers. 'The Moon Goddess paired us together for a reason. She obviously thinks we're the perfect match.'

Phoebe glares stubbornly. 'She was wrong.'

I glare back. 'The Moon Goddess is never wrong, and you know it.'

To accuse our Goddess of making a mistake is blasphemous. My little mate looks embarrassed with herself for insulting our deity.

'I know,' she admits quietly, her eyes dropping to the floor.

She takes a deep breath and looks me in the eye.

'You can't keep me locked in here forever,' she says defiantly. 'If I'm your mate, I demand you respect my wishes and let me go.'

I smirk at her. 'No can do, little mate.'

I step back and cross my arms over my chest.

'I can't have you hurting yourself or putting yourself in danger. I'm not letting you go by yourself. I want you to eat that food and take those pills, I will check on you in half an hour.'

I turn to leave, and she lets out a cry of anger and frustration. She hurls herself at me, jumping onto my back.

The guards come running up to the cell, just as I'm trying to pry her off my back. She yanks on my hair, making me growl in pain.

The guards unlock the door and pull her from me.

'Don't hurt her!' I snap at them as they cuff her wrists to the metal handcuffs chained to the wall.

She growls and snarls at them and they both step back quickly. The three of us leave the cell and my mate pulls on her restraints, glaring at me.

'I will see you in half an hour,' I tell her calmly.

My scalp is still throbbing from her yanking on my hair. That isn't exactly how I pictured my mate pulling on my hair, if she ever did. I kind of hoped that it would be during the throes of fucking.

'You're an asshole! You can't lock up your own mate!'

I ignore her shouts as I walk down the corridor.

It hurts me that she doesn't want me as a mate. I don't know what else to do. She attacked me, twice.

'Um, Alpha' One of the guards gets my attention. 'This is what she had on her; someone keeps ringing her phone.'

I thank him and take my mate's handbag. I carry it back to my office.

As I open it, the whole thing starts vibrating with an incoming phone call. I dig out the phone and swipe to take the call.