When he came back he had on a pair of sweatpants on, and he had a tray of food in his hand. I hastily tried to cover myself with the down blanket near my feet. His clothing reminded me of my own nudity. He placed the tray down next to my leg. "How are you feeling?" He asked pushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"Tired and a little sore, but nothing that a good night's sleep won't fix."

"Why don't you eat something," he said pushing the tray closer to me, "and you can ask me any questions that you might have."

I nodded and popped a piece of fruit into my mouth, "Why me?"

"You'll have to be more specific than that," He told me while running his hand along my face, looking into my eyes lovingly.

"Why choose me as your mate? I was perfectly fine before you so rudely snached me out of my life and threw me into this." I gestured to the situation around me.

The more that I spoke the more the furry built up inside of me. He was the one who was responsible for my injuries, and all of the times that I was scared over the past few days. He was the one who did all of this and here he was acting like he was heaven sent, as though I should be head over heels in love with him right now. What an egotistical asshole.

I looked over to him, curious to why he had yet to respond. His tan hands were shaking slightly, and his jade green eyes had gotten darker. A dark, wild furry was swirling inside of them.

"You were perfectly fine?" he growled accusingly, "Really? In the two weeks that I followed you making sure that you were my mate, you were beaten down every day. Whether it be from the idiots within your school or your bastard of a father. I saved you from your fine life."

I huffed angrily at him, "My life was heading in the right direction I had a full scholarship to NYU, I was already accepted into their premed. I'm a junior Ryker! That's almost never done. I was getting away, but you had to go and ruin everything. Everything!"

His hands were still shaking a little bit but his eyes no longer held the sadness that they once did, "I'm sorry Sahara. If I had had a choice I would have rather eased you into all of this, but I didn't have that option Sahara. You have to keep that in mind. I had no choice. If I didnt mark my mate before tonight my pack was a risk of being taken from me. I couldn't let that happen," he sighed and looked outside the tent, his eyes searching for something in the pre-dawn morning,

"So you that kind of man, one who can't let go of his pride. The kind of man who would rather take away a promising future of a struggling woman than give up a small piece of his own perfect life Your nothing but a scared little wimp."

His hands began to shake again, "I am no wimp. Don't you dare act like you are higher than me. I am your alpha and your mate you will treat me as such. Now we are going to bed."

I humped at him, but I decide against speaking. His tome was so stern and you could see him physically trying to keep himself in check. His jaw was hard and his eyes furious. I laid back onto the pillows as he moved the trey of half eaten food off to the side. He reminded me so much of my father went he was angry, and for that reason my protective walls went up.

Ryker pulled the down comforter up over our bodies and pulled me closer into his body so that I was nestled in the crook in his arm, my head on his chest. I stayed still for a few moments hopping that he would let me go, but he didn't move his arm. As my eyes started to droop, my resistance wavered and I cuddled in closer to him and wrapped my arm around his chest.