Chapter 16


It's Friday afternoon. Zoe is spending a half day at day care and Victor is picking her up today. Like they agreed.

Tonight will be her second night in his bed.

And for some reason, she's not hating that idea at all.

She'd rather not tell him where she's going now though. A little cowardly, but she's not looking for conflict.

She decides to write a mischievous but playful text.

Dear Mr. Creed, since it's Friday, I am going out for drinks now. Will be back in time for my extremely inappropriate date with my employer ;-) Kind regards, your ever loyal employee, Rae

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, send" she muses to herself.

She puts on her heels and grabs her purse. As she walks through the hallway towards the door, she is suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"Where are you going?".

She's startled at the sound of his husky voice. Although she really should've registered him sneaking up on her. He slowly walks over to her from the other end of the hallway. He's dressed extremely nice today. In black dress pants and a white button up shirt. She's almost tempted to stay home for this.

"It's a Friday" she answers casually, as if it's a full and completely acceptable explanation.

He cocks a brow "So?".

"I go out on Fridays remember? You are picking up Zoe and you're gonna spend time with her and put her to bed".

His mood is getting darker with every empty word that doesn't tell him what he wants to know.

"That doesn't answer my question frail".

"You should really stop calling me that mister Creed" she playfully taunts him.

He grins wickedly "And you should never stop calling me that" he answers as he moves even closer to her "Now tell me where you're going" he towers over her as she leans against the doorway.

She takes a deep breath. Sometimes she likes his possessiveness. On an instinctive level. Because it points out their extreme connection to one another.

But on a rational level she doesn't like it. Not at all. It's unhealthy and unjustified. There is no reason he should have control over her actions.

She decides to tell him the truth though. She never lied to him and she's not gonna start now.

"Victor, I'm still going on that date that I set weeks ago. It's just drinks and I'll be back around 8 for our deal".

Anger flashes in his eyes. He's fighting the urge to push her up against the door and hold her down by her throat.

"Cancel it" he growls.

"No".

"Cancel it!".

"No!"

She flinches when his huge fist smash a hole into the door.

Her inner feral goes into defense mode "If you insist on being so fucking aggressive when you don't get your fucking way, then I will at some point leave because legally you already broke our contract. So stop being so physically abusive all the fucking time!".

For a mere second he's a little hurt by her comment. As if he would ever actually do anything to hurt her. His own inner feral would never allow it. They both know exactly where each others limits lie.

But he's mainly annoyed. Because she just threatened to leave him. And he's not used to people threatening him and standing their ground so fiercely.

What angers him the most though, is the threat to leave not just him, but Zoe.

His cub.

Who is attached to this stubborn young woman who should just let him claim her and get over herself already. Because that's what nature intended and it's what he wants. And he can smell she wants it too.

"You're not going on some fucking date frail".

"Yes. I. am" she slowly replies "I'm going because-" she doesn't finish her sentence. She can sum up at least ten reasons why. But she knows most of them are petty.

She's going because she has no problem with multi-dating. She's going because she made this appointment weeks ago and promised her best friend she would go. She's going because she wants to show him that she is not his property. She's going because... well basically because she can. It's her fucking life, that's why.

He decides to take it in another direction. He gently pushes her against the door, his hand holding her by her throat, but not aggressively.

He can smell she likes it when he does this. Victor locks her body between his and the door as he presses his lips against her ears "You can go on a million fucking dates Kitten" he whispers as one of his hands cascade down her body "But those humans will never give you what you need" he underlines his bold statement by pressing a searing kiss onto her lips.

He claims them, like he does every time he kisses her and she wonders if another kiss would ever compare after kissing Victor, her 'most likely mate'.

"Who says I'm going on a date with a human?" she replies with a smirk on her face.

He instantly understands what she's saying. He takes a step back and looks at her more seriously. Preying into her eyes to try and figure out if she's speaking the truth.

"If you are going on a date with another feral, right after your cycle, when you're still feverish and weak, while you are unclaimed, then you are possibly the stupidest frail I've met in my entire fucking life".

He's not screaming. He's not yelling or smashing fists into walls. He's not taking out a fuming rage on her.

But he's actually a lot scarier when he's like this. Stone cold. It's like someone took away her air.

She blinks. "I feel fine Victor, there's no need to boss me around".

"You sill have a high temperature and you are still weakened".

"I'm not weak! I'm fine!".

He grinds his sharp teeth together. He's not saying she's weak. He's simply trying to explain that she's not at her full strength yet. But she won't listen anyway. She never does because she's way too fucking stubborn to listen.

"Listen" she says most determinedly "I am not having this argument with you Victor. I am not your possession, okay? I don't have to do as you tell me. So I'm going, whether you like it or not".

"Fine" he growls after a few seconds of icy silence "Go on your fucking date. But whatever trouble you get yourself into; you're on your own. So when this wild life feral is feeling up on you, preparing to lay his claim by raping and killing you, don't count on me being there. Cuz you can rot for all I care".


AN: I totally see Rae doing this JUST to make a point.