Chapter 12

It had been a full week since Creed stormed out. A week without food made me weak, and so I slept mostly to keep some energy. I could not live like this. I needed energy and that came from food and healthy living. That meant going outside and breathing in fresh air. A cat can't stand being locked up for too long. I can't stand being locked up for too long. My body is sensitive and fragile now. Soon my mind will join it if I didn't do something fast. For now only the chain was wrapped around my neck keeping me in place. Maybe I could use that to my advantage.

Victor's POV

I thought a week alone was long enough for my mate to learn her lesson. But if I knew her well from the time I first met her, then I know she would still have some fight in her. I was at one of Stryker's Bases in New York checking in to see if he had any assignments for me. Since there was nothing I moved to the room I shared with my brother. For most of the week I had been running around New York merely doing errands for Stryker. Normally, I would be insulted by the tasks, but this time I was okay with it. I didn't want to be too far from Solara. I scoffed at my thoughts. I sounded like I really cared for this woman who refuses to break.

And the truth is somehow after all of her defiance, I somewhat care for her. But if she would just break and give me the chance to show her I am not just a mutant who takes pleasure in killing, I could show her that I take pleasure in her pleasure. The first night I had her, everything was perfect. But now she's acting like she didn't enjoy it, like she could easily just walk away from me if she wanted to. I growled lowly at the thoughts. My brother James was just entering the room when he saw me.

"Whoa easy Victor. What's gotten into you?" he asked before smelling me. He could smell blood and cum and sweat on me and now he winced. "Another one? Come on Victor when are you going to realize that these girls have feelings and are human beings?" I snapped at him.

"DON'T YOU THINK I FUCKING KNOW THAT?" I roared and his eyes widened and he jumped barely. I looked away already annoyed by my brother's presence. He was just like me. When he found his mate he planned to own her right then and there. Kayla Silver fox was her name and she immediately fell in love with him. When he wasn't here he was there with his mate. God it made me even angrier to think my brother had it easier than I. And I was older this shouldn't have been a fucking problem.

"Victor…you found her didn't you." Jimmy replied, and I growled my answer and sat down on my cot. I was in a navy green tank with camo pants and brown boots. "So who is she?"

"This woman I met at this whore house." I replied. When he arched a brow, I whipped my head at him. "She is not a whore!"

He raised his hands in defense.

"I didn't say she was." he said.

"Yeah but you were thinking it!" I snapped.

"Why are you so defensive!" he yelled.

"Because she doesn't want me!" I yelled back wishing I hadn't said anything. That was not an acceptable conclusion. It couldn't be so I pushed it to the back of my brain. There was nothing but silence in the room so I took one of his pillows and ripped it in half. He was annoyed by the gesture but didn't say anything about it.

"Where is she now?" he asked calmly.

"In this old cabin I have out in the forest of the base…I sort of chained her there." I said lowly. Now my brother's eyes widened.

"Jesus Victor how are you expecting her to ever loosen up to you if you don't give her freedom?" he asked. I shook my head.

"I gave her freedom. When I told her we were mates, she rejected me." I said very low already getting tenser as I repeated the words. He arched another brow.

"Was your tone nice and polite?" he asked. I growled and mumbled my answer and he looked up at the ceiling and shook his head.

"I am not like you Jimmy, when I want something I get it." I said.

"Well in this situation you can't. I am honestly surprised you had to chain her up. Most white women jump at your feet when you walk in to a room." he said removing his sweaty shirt. I sighed again and looked down.

"She's not white." I replied. He arched a brow.

"Hispanic?" he asked.

"No." I replied.

"Chinese?" he asked, and I knew he was playing games with me so I growled and got up moving to leave. I was not in the mood. "Hey, hey come on don't leave. She's black."

I nodded silently and he nodded.

"Well you should already know from our heritage of race and hers, they didn't normally mix." he lectured.

"Are you going somewhere with this, and don't say it's not natural or normal okay it's not the 1950's." I snapped once more. All this time here could be spent finding ways to get into Solara's head. Jimmy nodded and looked at me.

"I wasn't going to say that. I know the year so don't lecture me about social acceptance and what not. You want this girl to accept you then you're going to have to take a different approach. Your methods are obviously not working, so try another method. I am pretty sure you've forced yourself on her by now, right?" he asked. I frowned deeply at him now, and my brother knowing my answer frowned as well. "Jesus, brother…she's had a taste of you now so let her go and let her come back to you."

"That's big talk brother. She's not like that though. She'll run and never come back and you know I can't let that happen." I state. He placed another shirt over his head and nodded. "What would you do if Kayla wanted to leave?"

"I'd tie her to the bed and set the whole damn house on fire…" he replied all too quickly. After ten seconds of silence and intense staring, we both cracked up into laughter. My brother was not dark or as blood thirsty as me, but he had his mini moments. "Just try and understand her Victor. Forcing her isn't working, so try something else."

With that said he walked out the room. I also took note that he never gave me a real answer for if his woman actually wanted to leave. Great, now I felt guilty for leaving Solara all by herself probably starving and weak, and gross from the lack of bath water. God, this wasn't working. I had to try something else and I knew exactly what I'd do.

Solara's POV

I felt gross, no cat should ever feel gross. I almost thought of licking myself clean, but I knew I had to be losing my mind to even think about something like that. I heard movement coming from upstairs, and I could smell him. I sighed and just curled up beneath the blankets again. The door opened, and I didn't want to be seen. Slowly the covers were removed from me, and I looked up at Victor's clean smelling body. God I wanted to claw his face right off. He removed the chain from my neck, and I looked at him for a moment with shock.

"I got something to say and you're going to listen." he demanded. "You are my mate, mine from life to death. I will clean you up and make sure you are clothed and fed and taken care of. But know this, even if you run away I will always find you. You can be in different states or countries, and I will always know where you are. Your being, your essence is forever programmed into my mind. That is what being my mate means. It is my job to take care of you and we both know I've done a pretty shitty job of it. So I am going to take you back out and get you cleaned up like I said I would, and what happens after that is up to you. Because for me it doesn't matter, I will always know where you are. I will kill any man who touches or anyone who stands against you as your enemy. When I fuck you, I will make sure you enjoy it, like the first time we fucked."

His hand came up and caressed my cheek, causing my eyes close on instinct as if expecting to be hit.

"You're mine to protect and I will do it even if you don't want it. We are both cats…you should already know the responsibilities of a mate."

I just continued to stare at him for a moment taking in his words and everything he said. No matter where I go, he will never be too far away, but I could still leave if I wanted. But I would never be rid of him.

"Can I please have something to eat?" was my only reply, and he nodded and lifted me from the bed.

"You can have anything you want." he replied lowly. I wanted to say this was his form of begging, but I couldn't say that. He was chained to me no matter how much I wanted the exact opposite. But he was letting me out of this room, but I was not out of the forest yet. There was still no trust between us, I could see it in his cold eyes. As I am willing to do anything with my body to get out of this, he's willing to say anything to get into this, even if it was the truth. It would take me a while to regain my strength, but even afterwards, I was unsure of my future. Where would he take me? Another cage? No, I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't.

Author's Notes

I want to spend a little time on this fanfic.