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CHAPTER 17

Cole's POV 

"When are you going to tell her about mates?" Ian asked slightly annoyed

"Ian-" I sighed

"Damn it, Cole, you are the alpha! You will never reach your full potential unless you have a mate!" Ian snapped

"A MATE! It doesn't necessarily have to be her- I could claim anyone and mate with them." I said defiantly. 

Silence

I looked at Ian. He was staring at me incredulously.

"What?"

"Cole make the right choice." He said, walking away.

I sighed watching him leave.

But what really is the right choice?

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Christina's POV 

I am going on strike.

Well-

I have stopped talking and eating since I got handcuffed to Cole's bed. I have decided to be the most   difficult prisoner ever. Yeah, I am a prisoner. 

"Who knew you liked it kinky?" Tyler joked as he walked into my room carrying a tray of food. 

I looked the other way, anger bubbling inside of me. Behind Tyler followed Mandy, Julia, Tucker, and Ian. 

"I always knew you were crazy like that." Ian laughed along. 

Something in me snapped. 

These people were holding me captive against my will and they had the audacity make jokes about it?!

This was the last straw. 

"Get away! I hate you all." I snarled, venom dripping into my voice. 

They all turned to me, completely shocked. All signs of previous amusement were wiped of their faces. 

"Christi-"

"NO! You guys used me!" I screamed, full on glaring at them.

"Christina calm down-" Mandy started

"Fuck you!" I hissed

A load growled echoed through the room and Ian stepped in front of her protectively. I shrunk back into the pillows, curling into a ball. 

"Don't you dare speak like that to her ever again!" He yelled, shaking. 

Did Ian really think he could order me around?

"Go away." I said, turning away from them. 

At first I thought they weren't going to leave, but when I heard the retreating footsteps I relaxed and was given the confidence to speak again. 

"Wait."

They all the stopped, turning to look at me- hope evident in their eyes.

"You are all dead to me." I spat out. 

Silence. 

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I am starving.

I really am.

It has been almost four days since I had food, these jerks won't let me go. I haven't seen Cole either, he seems to have disappeared. 

I spoke too soon.

"Hello virgin bitch. Missed me?"

I flinched a little and turned away, refusing to look at him. He is the cause for my problems- I hate Cole with a passion. 

"Don't be like that."

"I hate you." I whispered quietly, barely audible. 

"I heard that."

My head snapped up, and I looked at him- shocked.

"How...?"  

"Werewolf gifts." He said smugly, leaning against the doorway casually. 

I cringed at the word werewolf.

I heard footsteps and looked up, only to see Cole walking over to me. He locked eyes with me, and didn't even break it as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a-

key?

He continued staring into my eyes as he unlocked the handcuff. I breathed out a sigh of relief and cradled my wrist in my hand. It was deep red color and indescribably sore. 

"You okay?"

I didn't answer and only continued to cradle my wrist, whimpering slightly. Cole gently took my wrist into his hands and checked it over. 

"I have a first aid kit in the kitchen, let my bandage that up." He said, still checking my wrist. 

Before I could resound, he lifted me off the bed and began carrying me down the stairs. I wrapped one arm around his neck and kept my injured wrist on my stomach. I shut my eyes closed so I wouldn't have to see anyone from the pack. 

"Christina we are alone now, you can open your eyes." Cole said softly. 

Cautiously I opened my eyes. Sure enough, no one was in sight, so I relaxed a little. Cole placed me onto the counter and walked around to the other side opening a drawer. I looked around a bit and noticed a vase of flowers.

Perfect. 

I carefully reached over and pulled it closer to me, resuming my previous position just as Cole turned around with the kit. 

He walked back around the counter and placed it by my side, and opened it digging around. I watched his every move, plotting when I should start my plan. 

He pulled out creme and gauze then placed then on the counter and pulled my knees apart, stepping between my legs, coming extremely close. 

"Give me your arm." He ordered softly, holding out his hand. 

I hesitated, then slowly lifted my arm. He gently took it in his hand and cleaned it and wrapped in up with the gauze.

"There you go, all better." He said, smiling a bit. 

Now is the perfect moment. 

I "accidentally" knocked over the open kit, causing it to fall and everything to spill out. Cole cursed under his breath and crouched down to clean up the mess. 

NOW!

I lifted up the vase and brought in down on his head- hard. 

Cole crumpled to the ground, giving me my opportunity to run, and that's just what I did. I jumped over his unconscious body and made a break for it. 

I flung open the front door, and ran-

Right into Cole. 

Wait, what?

He must have noticed my confused expression because he then said, "It's a werewolf gift."

Great, he has super hearing, super speed, I bet all of his senses are just- super.

He didn't look mad at all, which scared me a little. He was calm right now. I noticed that he didn't even seem injured.

"Werewolves heal quickly." He explained, taking a step forward and causing me to take one back.

We continued this process till I was back in the house. He turned and shut the door and walked straight up to me and picked me up. So much for escaping.

I thought he was going to take me back to the room, but instead he brought me back into the kitchen and placed me in one of the chairs.

"You hungry?" He asked, heading towards the fridge.

"Uh- well... um.." I spluttered.

At that moment my stomach growled loudly, as if mimicking a starved bear. My face heated up greatly, and I looked down, hoping that he would notice my firetruck red face.

"Your food will be ready soon," he told me, amused and chuckling. 

30 minutes later

I sat back in my chair after scarfing down three sandwiches and was woking on my sixth glass of water.

I know, I know. I was being a pig, but after not eating or drinking for four days straight, I think I should be able to. 

"Do you want dessert, it's-" Cole started saying

"Yes please!" I cheered gleefully. 

What?

I have a sweet tooth.

Cole laughed and smiled at me- a genuine smile. 

He opened the freezer up and took out a carton of chocolate ice cream. I couldn't contain myself and shrieked with excitement. He laughed again and heaped a massive amount of ice cream into the bowl. 

"Here you go baby girl." He whispered, placing the bowl in front of me, watching with amusement in his eyes. 

I eagerly began to dig in, not caring how I looked at the moment. 

10 minutes later

I was licking the bowl clean. 

After I was sure I had gotten every last bit in the bowl, I placed it back on the counter, nice and full. I looked up at Cole, only to see he was staring at something on my face. 

He pushed himself off the counter and made his way to me, eyes fixated on whatever. Before I could react, he trapped me into the chair, with his arms on either side of me. 

"You have some chocolate on your lip." He breathed out huskily. 

Then it happened. 

Cole leaned in and licked the chocolate off my lower lip, and began gently sucking and nibbling on it  before pulling away. 

No way in hell he was getting away with that. 

I lunged at him, attacking him- with my lips. 

I don't know how long we were making out for, all I know was that I loved every single second of it. The connection between us is undeniable. He pulled away, smiling. 

"You need to shower." He stated, smiling and laughing a bit. 

I laughed and leaned against his chest, "Carry me." 

He laughed and lifted me up, carrying me up the stairs. 

One hour later

I stood in the bathroom after my long and relaxing shower. 

I have no clothes. 

I tightened the towel around my body and took a deep breath. It's going to be fine, stop freaking out, I scolded myself. 

I quickly walked to Cole's room and entered it without being seen. I breathed out a long sigh of relief. Then I heard it. 

"Need something?" 

I yelped from shock, nearly dropping my already too small towel in the process. 

"Uh- I, uh, I need, um- I don't have any clothes." I choked out, blushing. 

"Here."

I looked up to see him holding out a boxers and a t-shirt. 

"You can change in here." He said, leaving the clothes on the bed and walking out of the room, giving me privacy.

What the hell is going on? 

This morning I vowed I hated Cole- hell I even tried to injure him. 

I am so confused. 

I grabbed the clothes off the bed and changed. 

"Cole? You can come in now." I called out. 

The door slowly opened and Cole peeked in cautiously. Suddenly the door closed shut and he was standing right in front of me- with lust filled eyes. 

"You look..." He paused, trailing his eyes up and down my body, "ravishing."

I shuddered and he turned me, so my back was pressed to his incredibly muscular chest. He breathed on my neck and then inhaled, making me shiver uncontrollably. Then I felt his lips on my most sensitive part on my neck. 

I moaned and tilted my head, giving him better access. 

Then I his teeth graze against the skin, so I panicked and pulled away. Turning to Cole, I noticed how his once crystal blue eyes were now black. He looked away, shaking slightly. 

"You are such a tease." He snarled 

"What?" 

He looked at me with disgust. 

"Fucking slut." Cole spat out

I cringed when he stomped up to me, towering over me. I let out a strangled scream as he shoved me onto the bed, ripping off my bandages and fling open his nightstand drawer. 

"Cole please..." I whimpered. 

He completely ignored my and pulled out the handcuffs.

"Cole! No! Please!" I screamed. 

Once again, he ignored me and strapped the handcuff mercilessly on my injured wrist and attached the other side to the head board. I bit back a scream as he pulled out another pair. He walked around to the other side of the bed and did the exact same thing to my other arm. 

I was sobbing uncontrollably at this point- trying to escape. 

He looked down at me with a pained look. 

Was that regret? 

Cole immediately took off the handcuffs with a sad expression on his face. 

"You deserve so much better." He whispered before leaving the room. 

I had stopped crying soon after he left. 

Then the door opened.

"Cole?" 

"Christina, it's me, Sarah." The lady said. 

Oh, I recognize her. 

"What-" I started. 

"I'm a witch, Cole sent me here to uh, help with your pain." She explained nervously

I nodded and she stood over the bed holding her hands over me, muttering some spell. Instantly I felt all my pain being wiped away.

Then I fell into a deep sleep, unsure if I ever wanted to wake up again. 

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Cole's POV

I can't believe I hurt her. 

My mate. 

I won't deny it, I want her more than anything, but I couldn't have some pathetic human as my mate, that is unheard of. 

"Cole baby, you gonna finish what you started?" 

"Yeah Emma," I said, internally hating myself as I stripped. 

I don't deserve Christina as a mate. 

I am nothing. 

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