The Gift chronicles

Book 1 Chapter 8 

I woke up in a panic, gasping for air.

Not recognizing my surroundings due to post— depression nap confusion, I summoned a small knife and held it in front of me.

The man next to me raised his eyebrows.

The events came rushing back to me all at once.

Alpha Cain held out his hand expectantly.

I scowled and handed over my knife to him.

It's not like I was short on weapons.

He inspected the blade, and then the hilt.

He grunted in approval.

"Very sturdy, and extremely sharp.

Not bad.

Can you summon other weapons, or are you just a one trick pony?” I didn’t make an effort to respond to his question.

The less he knew about me, the easier it would be for me to escape.

I wondered what his Gift was.

Being such a powerful Alpha, he probably had a really strong offensive power.

As I was long in my own thoughts, he grabbed my chin and jerked it up to look at him.

"When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer it.

Even if you can’t speak, you can still nod or otherwise communicate.” Once again, I spat in his face.

I guess I really am a one trick pony.

Immediately, he slapped me across the face.

It wasn't the worst hit I had ever taken, but he certainly did not make it gentle.

"The next time you disrespect me, I will do a lot worse than a slap.

I don't care if you're a female or if you're my mate.

I'm the Alpha here, and I will beat you into submission."

His grip on my chin tightened, and for the second time since I met him, I really thought he would break my jaw.

I didn't nod or show him my neck in submission.

Luckily, we pulled up in front of a large house.

House didn't even begin to describe the enormous mansion in front of me.

Alpha Cain withdrew his hand from my chin.

"We're home."

didn’t miss the intentional emphasis he put on the word

went to open my side of the car

pulled me

the pack house on your

anytime you step foot outside of the

since my pack was developed.” I opened my

spat on him knowing he would punish

to be dominant and punish any signs of

walk myself? That is a

and took me out, cradling

him was getting to be seriously

and here I was being treated like

if porcelain dolls get slapped somewhat

must have picked up on my disgust and confusion at being carried, because he

an

Luna demonstrates respect

snorted at the

stealing me from my pack and taking away my person

it demonstrates that

carrying me through the threshold of the pack house, and carried me

of the Pack House

Pack House was modernly designed with impeccable decor that made the Pack House feel more like an Ikea demo room, the Blood Lake Pack House

folded on couches like throw blankets, and all of the furniture was wooden

and I was angered by how comfortable I felt

feel comfortable here, little

he finished climbing up

eyes widened in

He couldn't read my thoughts yet or feel my emotions, he would have to mark me

in disgust at him taking a bit out of

it in your

you pull down

answered, staring into my

I could tell him that technically he could only see

I realized the extent of

would take off my mask

so disgusted he would release me, and everything would go back to the way

Red Crescent was perfect,

to the end of the hallway

house undetected, which I'm assuming

What a dick.

my surprise, when he opened the door, instead of being greeted by a guest room, we were in

by the way his scent was overwhelmingly flooding

me

in his

and set me

gave out when I landed on the floor

my hips,

his

I put you to bed.”

said put me to bed, as if I was a

roll your eyes at me, I'm taking you across my knee and then marking

down at my clothes, then back at him as if to say, I don't have

closet, and came out with a pair of boxers and

he intentionally chose clothes that would show the least amount