PENELOPE'S POV
I didn't know what exactly I was getting prepared for, still, I let her help me up while I felt my knees wobble.
She steadied me, and together, we walked through the long corridor. There was no essence resisting, unless I wanted a worse punishment.
She led me into a modest room that felt warm. Steam rose from a basin, then she started to undress me gently, like I was breakable.
When the cloth touched my skin, I flinched. "You're safe," she said, noticing my actions, but I didn't believe her.
She washed me from my hair down to my feet. Her touch was light and careful. She allowed me to brush my teeth by myself, though. When she was done, she wrapped me in a soft robe, brushed my hair, then guided me to a new room…
Oh, it was my old one, I realized belatedly.
But it felt different now. I felt so different from earlier.
The moment she left and the door closed, I sensed him. My wolf did too. My skin started to prickle. Heat spread through my chest, coiling lower with every heartbeat.
Something tightened inside me. Alpha Klaus was there, and he was close. The door finally opened. He stepped in, and his presence swallowed the room in silence. He wore dark clothes, his sleeves rolled up, his eyes... stoic.
He was always unreadable unless he let you see. I rose to my feet before I could stop myself. We hadn't seen each other since he had the guards drop me in that tiny room to punish me.
"We're going to the doctor," he said curtly, his golden eyes scanning me silently. He walked ahead immediately, and I followed like a tethered animal. At the infirmary, the doctor was already waiting for us.
"Penelope, how are you doing today?" She grinned widely at me. "Fine," I simply said. She placed a hand on my belly and muttered something to herself, her fingers glowing faintly with healing light.
Alpha Klaus stood behind her, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on me. Always on me.
"They're fine," the doctor said. "Three strong pups." I knew they were fine; I felt them earlier.
"Okay." He faced me. "Let's go." He said without any emotions… not even a smile for my hard work of making sure the pups are safe.
Ungrateful bastard!
When we returned, he said nothing more. He just left me in the room and closed the door, then locked it. I heard his footsteps retreating and I just sat blankly…
When night finally came, I couldn't sleep. Something felt wrong with me. My skin felt hot and sensitive. My chest tightened every time I thought of him. I tried to will the bond away, but it pulsed harder in protest.
My wolf clawed at my insides like it was restless, needy, confused. I bit my lip and curled up, trying to ignore the ache building between my thighs. What the fuck was happening to me?
Why was I yearning for him? The door opened again for what seemed like the third time that day, and Klaus entered. And the moment our eyes met, something snapped in me. My wolf longed to be closer.
Alpha Klaus didn't speak; he didn't even blink. And I just watched. His gaze dropped to my robe, and I felt the need to pull it tighter, but I didn't. His scent flooded the room - scent of earth, smoke, something sweet, and male dominance.
My legs clenched on instinct. My heart pounded in rhythm with his, like our bodies were syncing against my will.
"You disobeyed me," he murmured with his usual grumpy but deep baritone voice that sounded like music to the ears every time.
I thought we were over that.
I guess I was wrong.
Trying to mask my fear, I replied to him, "You have punished me." He growled at my response.
"I should have done more." He stepped closer, and I stepped back, but only until my spine met the wall. His eyes raked me shamelessly, and I could see lust vividly in them.
I felt another strong pull towards him, that I had to clench my fists to keep my hands away from him. He lifted a hand, and my breath caught, but he didn't strike.
I thought he was going to hit me. Instead, he gripped my jaw and tilted my face up.
"You don't deserve my touch, neither my presence." His hands and words were speaking two different languages. I glared at him.
"Then hate me." "Trust me, I do." He leaned in, and his mouth crashed onto mine. It wasn't soft or tender. His kiss was rough, consuming, seeming like a punishment all its own. I pushed against him, but he pressed harder. My body betrayed me as my lips parted for him to explore more, my fingers curling into his shirt.
A low, broken sound slipped from my throat. When he pulled back, I was already angry at myself for letting him in.
"You can touch me all you want," I goad unwisely, "but you'll never own my soul."
He looked a bit taken aback with my words at first, then a dark smirk that appeared dangerous, possessive graced his lips.
"Watch me ruin that soul and make it useless."
With that said, he turned me around swiftly and forced my arms above my head. That's when I feel cold metal wraps around my wrists. What is he doing?
When he was done locking my hands together, his fingers slide under my robe and I gaspped, my thighs trembling as effect.
"I hate how much I want you," he growled against my ear with a scorching breath.
He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed, yanking the chains with him, binding my hands above me as he spread my legs apart with his knee.
"You promised I won't have you in me again," I breathe under him, remembering what he told me the first time we had sex.
"I make the rules, and I break them. I am very versatile, little wolf." He raps breathlessly as he spreads my robe apart to reveal my nakedness. His eyes raking me, it was almost not different from him touching me, because why am I writhing and arching my back without his hands all over me yet?
"Restless for me," He smirks. "Exactly how I like my whore." Whore? I have no time to react to his choice of language because just then, His mouth latches on my throat and he sucked the skin harsly. The act is followed with wet kisses that have me moaning and writhing aggressively under him.
Then suddenly, he bites down hard enough to mark.
My back arched.
My wolf howled.
Alpha Klaus just marked me as his…