Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
I nod my head and lean back in the seat, knowing I must go to my mate now. I hope she’s over our little spat.
“Good luck with your mate, Drago,” Galen says as they leave the room.
Cyrus chuckles before adding, “Yes, you’re going to need it.”
KARA
A relentless banging on the door wakes me from my slumber. I stretch and yawn, feeling absolutely wonderful, and then I remember why I’m in bed. Why my eyes feel slightly swollen. I tighten my grip on the pillow and stare at the locked door that rattles with another loud rapt, rapt, rapt knocking.
“Kara, open the damn door!” He sounds furious, and even as my heart races, I swallow down the fear and hold onto my conviction. I’m glad I managed to piss him off. He lied to me, and I don’t want him near me.
I almost yell for him to just go away, but then I smile, knowing it’ll piss him off even more if I simply ignore him. My smile vanishes as quickly as it came. What I felt was one-sided. His intention was purely to impregnate me. He only wanted to use me and breed me. I clench my thighs and close my eyes in shame. Why the fuck does that turn me on?
I shake my head. It doesn’t matter that I’m aroused by the notion. This isn’t like being his pet, where we both knew every angle of the relationship. This was him lying to me. Him using me without me knowing. My heart clenches and the pain shoots through my chest to the point where my palm naturally rubs between my breasts to try to dull the agony.
I still don’t understand the pull he has. I don’t understand why I feel as I do. But I know he lied to me, and all life has ever taught me is that I should have known better than to trust him.
“Open the door!” He bangs again. “Kara!”
Another hard series of Bang! Bang! Bang! jolts my body. I wish he’d just break in or give up; my head is fucking pounding from all the noise.
A moment of quiet passes, and I nearly think he’s left, but then I hear his voice, much quieter, but more placating.
“Kara, treasure, please open the door.” I can’t help but feel a slight shift of warmth inside of me at his gutlessness. “Kara, please say something.”
With worry coating his tone, I instantly feel guilty. I don’t mean to make him worry. Although I’m too ashamed to say it doesn’t bother me all that much. I want him to suffer for being such a deceitful prick.
“Kara, say something.” He makes his demand through the door, but again I continue to ignore him. Even though my heart is pleading for me to cave.
“Kara, say something. Yell at me, I don’t care. Just say something.”
“No!” I roll my eyes at the word that leaps from my throat. No? Now he has proof that I’m not being rational. I groan into the pillow.
“Kara, I’m sorry.” The handle jiggles and then he bangs his palm on the door again. “Open the door, treasure.”
“Red!” I shout out the door. He doesn’t get to call me treasure. He broke my trust. “I’m not your pet anymore.” My heart beats so loud I imagine he can hear it.
I’m met with nothing but silence.
After a long moment. He finally speaks. “Kara, it’s almost time for lunch.” I roll my eyes. He can’t lure me out of here with the promise of food. My mouth waters remembering this morning’s meal. A good portion is still sitting on the tray at the foot of the bed. There’s so much cured meat still piled on the tray, I’d probably be good for two or three days.
“Kara, I want to take you to lunch and have you meet some of the residents here. They’re going to take you shopping.” His words are laced with bribery. As if he can buy me pretty trinkets and clothes, and I would be all right with his deceit.
“Not going to happen!” I yell back in a sing song voice.
He bangs on the door again. “Damn it, Kara, open the door!”
“No!”
“Treasure, I’m going to punish your ass—”
I cut him off and almost open the damn door just so I can yell in his face. I race to the door and scream at it knowing he’s on the other side. “I’m not your treasure! You don’t get to have me anymore. Not when you lied to me!” I don’t even attempt to censor myself. “You were just going to breed me and then what? You didn’t seem too keen on me staying. Or were you just waiting to see if I could even have your…” The words die on my lips. That’s exactly what he was doing. Tears brim and I let them come. He only wanted me if I could have his dragonlings. My hand flies to my lower belly as my lower lip drops.