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CHAPTER 1:

I looked at the man with wide eyes. I was glued to the bed due to his intense stare, his masculine stance and dangerous aura. I clutched the blanket tightly in my hand and stared. My heart started racing faster with each step he took towards me. By now, he was almost near the bed. When his knees hit the foot of the bed, a silent tear rolled down my cheek.

With a quick glance at the ajar door, I sat up straighter. I just had to wait for the perfect chance to escape. And I knew that only a stupid person would think of acting out, with a dangerous, and, possibly, armed man in the room.

"Who are you? Why I am here?" I asked him, looking him in the eye. I, myself, could hear and sense my confidence. I didn't aim at intimidating him; just letting him know that I wasn't scared.

But I knew what I was really feeling. I was scared. I was hard on the outside, but soft inside- like a coconut. One blow and it would break. I just hoped I could keep my tears in.

I slowly clutched the rod I had found, behind me. It was hidden underneath the silk bed spread. I just wanted to wait for the perfect oppurtunity to strike.

I was stalling him. And from his smirk, I knew that he knew that.

"You will get to know soon enough, of who I am. For now, you just need to know that you won't be leaving."

I had figured it, but when he stated it like that, with intense confidence rolling through each syllable of his, it made me even more sad, and the truth even more obvious.

It as dark and I hadn't seen his face yet. He was tall, very much so, and I guessed that he would tower almost a head over me. He was muscular and tanned; strong.

I sat back down on the bed, with an alarmed posture. I wanted to escape, but also wanted to wait for the perfect oppurtunity, in case he had more men outside.

"Who are you?" I repeated loudly. But I was desperate inside. I wanted an answer. All I could see in front of my mind was black. I wanted some direction.

I could feel his presence near me. I stiffened. He smelled like mint and spice. He was so close now that I could smell his aftershave. I bit my lip, looking up at him.

"Who am I, you ask? Well, Bella, I am your mate."

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