Healing the Ruthless Alpha novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

I looked up at the ceiling in my room with a pillow clutched to my chest. My body tingled in a dozen different places and if I got up too fast, sharp pain in my back and legs made me sit back down. Cahir had bent me over in ways I did not think I was flexible enough to get into and then he chased me out of his room.

“That isn’t how it happened, though.” Asena’s quiet voice echoed in my head but I said nothing in response to her.

It may not have happened exactly like that but that was how I felt. How could he send me away to my room after we engaged in the most intimate of acts?

“Have you considered he may have done it for our benefit? Isn’t it better to wear our clothes rather than -” Asena trailed off, seeing that her excuse for her mate did not make perfect sense.

I know I went too far wearing his clothes without first asking him but he didn’t have to tell me to go to my room for it. Since I came to his pack, I always slept in his room. Although he never shared the bed with me after the night we mated, he never told me outright to get out.

My bedroom door creaked open, and I turned in alarm. It was almost midnight so who would enter my room at this time!? “Oh, it is you.” I turned my face away from him, unable to bear to look in his face after he so coldly dismissed me earlier today. “Were you expecting anyone else?” His calm voice had a tinge of something dangerous in it that had me shivering in response.

Wolves were predators but we still recognized the presence of higher predators and in every room Cahir stepped into, he tipped the scale of power as he became the highest predator in the room – the fastest hunter.

“I wasn’t. What do you want?” My back faced him as I held my pillow tighter. His presence in the room made me uncomfortable and – scared.

“Look at me.” I heard something in his tone that had me turning to face him in a split second. It was not the command of an Alpha – No, it was more subtle and more dangerous than I’d ever heard.

“What is it?” I asked him, my skin prickling underneath his gaze.

“Don’t disrespect me.” This time, the words were a command that had me nodding.

“Okay,” I answered in what must have been a wretched tone.

I’d jumped from a frying pan to a burning fire with my eyes wide open. I had no one to blame for my present misfortune.

“You didn’t have dinner.” His weight sank the side of the bed as he sat.

“I am not hungry,” I muttered.

A long silence ensured after that. His eyes burnt a hole into my skin while I stared at the ceiling without seeing.

“What is this mood you are in?” His words broke the quiet in the room.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I answered on a whim.

“This – mood.” I didn’t look at him but I imagined his face wrinkled as he spoke. “You’re in a funny mood.” I was feeling less than funny at that point. “Can I ask you a question?” I asked him. His eyes burnt into the side of my face but I did not have the courage to look into the storm in his eyes.

“I may not answer.” Frustration made me want to kick the sheets off me and storm out. How could a man be this impossible!?

“Okay.” I forced myself to take a calm breath and then I closed my eyes.

“What is the question?” He asked me.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Forget it.” I turned. An icy hand on my shoulder stopped me mid-turn. I opened my eyes and came face to face with the red of an Alpha. “Don’t turn your back against me, Sihana Asena.” His words were growled out through clenched teeth and his grip on my shoulder started to hurt.

“I am just – I am just trying to sleep.” Asena cowered at the expression on his face.

“You will sleep after you tell me why you are acting like this,” he growled at me.

“It’s because you treat me like shit!” I exploded and then turned as white as a sheet of paper. “I didn’t – I didn’t mean to yell.” I winced as a cloud darkened his face and his lips pursed.

His hand fell from my shoulder and his expression cleared in the blink of an eye. In a split second, I went from staring at a man on the verge of an explosion to staring at a man with a stoic and unreadable expression.