Chapter 173 To Find A Way Out
Kristen's POV
"Hello there, mate," Theodore holds up a paper bag, "I went to get your wedding dress."
My heart slams against my ribcage from the wave of shock, but I don't utter a single word because it won't even change anything. Theodore is going to do what he wants and he won't let anything get in his way either, or he'll turn into his monster.
"You will look so good in this dress, fell in love with it immediately I clasped eyes on it," He continues as he sets the bag aside.
Why does it seem like it's just me who will liberate myself from this man? Cause it's obvious no one is coming to
save me.
And Calhoun, I don't know if he's alive.
"A beautiful dress for the beautiful bride," Theodore scoops out the gown from the bag.
"I singlehandedly picked a black dress because I've always wondered what it's like to see my bride in black at our wedding," Theodore smiles sheepishly as he shows me the back of the dress.
He's just like Jack the rogue psycho, except he hasn't made any move to hurt me. Nor does he have prisoners here. He's the softer version of Jack, but still a psycho. Yes. The obsession made him one.
"You don't like the dress?" His voice softens and he blinks.
I turn my head to the other side instead, thinking of multiple ways to escape because I'd rather die than be his. But how do I escape when I am
chained like this?
"You won't even talk to me?"
Theodore covers my front with his
body.
Again, I don't respond.
"Fine, have it your way. I won't force you to talk to me either. If you want to give me the silent treatment, it's your choice," he purses his lips and shrugs slightly.
Why does the rejection have to take place in front of a few elders at the council hall?
We're not even in the Greyhound pack either, so their rules can be broken,
right?
"Theodore Fitzgerald?" I say his name after touching my bottom lip with my tongue.
"Yeah? You've decided the silent treatment is up to no good for your husband-to-be?" He rubs his palms together before squatting to touch my
hair.
"I have something to say," My voice isn't cranky or hoarse. It's bold.
"Okay? Go ahead," he urges me.
"Will you accept it?" I ask, trying to
confuse him.
"Accept what?" He seems interested.
"My rejection," I say, hoping he'll absentmindedly say yes.
For a moment, everything holds still as Theodore stares at me with wide
eyes.
Until he's able to recollect himself, and
then he breaks into a peal of raucous
laughter.
"You think I'll accept your rejection by mistake to break our bond?" Theodore pulls a chair forward and hugs the
back of the chair while sitting on it. Then he rests his chin on top of it, and he stares at me through raised, mocking eyes.
"Over my dead, fucking body, Kristen,
" he snarls.
Chewing my bottom lip, I decide not to
give him the satisfaction that I am upset.
"The only way we can be separated
from each other is through death, and too bad that's not happening because I'm not dying anytime soon. Nor will I let you die either," Theodore kisses his teeth and winks at me.
And the little action just disgusts me,
even though people think he's got looks to die for.
How is the man able to bruise Calhoun
so badly? He's nothing compared to Calhoun is the Alpha of Alphas. Yet, he was able to take me away. "You're way too important to me, Theodore pulls me out of my thoughts.
My captor has taken all the chains
11
away from my body, just leaving me in handcuffs.
I'm not the old Kristen anymore, I
don't need to act fool and wait for someone to come to my rescue as
always when I am Luna. It's not as if anyone can find us in this secluded
place which is far far away from the Greyhound pack.
Suddenly a gag rolls from my throat.
"What's that?" Theodore seems startled.
"I don't know," I manage to answer.
"Do you feel ill?" He leans forward to
touch my head with the back of his
hand.
"What do you care?" Going back and forth with Theodore is exhausting to the bone. Once I am finally out of here, I'd rather die than let myself get kidnapped by anyone for the fourth freaking time.
"You don't like the food? You want something better?" Theodore asks.
"I don't want anything from you," I hiss because I want him to stop talking, so I can think of several ways to get out of his grip.
"But you feel barfy, you need care,"
Theodore continues, looking concerned.
I almost give out an eye roll.
If he cares so much about me, he wouldn't have tried to kill my husband or even abduct me in the first place.
He doesn't care about me, he's just obsessed with me.
"Leave me alone..." I am not done
talking when I gag again, and it's harder this time.
"Oh, shit," Theodore jumps from his
chair and rolls a nearby trash can to
my side.
"You should do it there," he points at
it.
What is wrong with me? Did he put
something in the food that I ate earlier?
"Go ahead and do it, Kristen. I don't
mind. You're mine anyway, I own all of you. There's nothing I can't handle."
Glaring at him once more, I try to suppress the incoming gags but my throat feels full.
And eventually, I puke into the trash
bin. Emptying all of what I've eaten.
Theodore is already at my side, pulling my hair away from my face and stroking my back with his right hand.
"I don't want you touching me," I bark at him.
"I need to take care of you, you're getting sick," it's just ridiculous to see him getting this worked up. I puke even more this time, to the extent that I feel all the life inside of
me is getting sucked out.
Theodore picks up a hankie and wipes my mouth with it as if I am a child. He's staring at me with that huge vein on his forehead throbbing, showing me how concerned he is.
It's Calhoun I need and not him.
"I don't want you to get sick at our
wedding, so many things could go
wrong."
"I want everything to go wrong, Theodore."
"I'll make such they don't."
Shooting him another glare, I turn my face away from his.
He's kept me chained for hours to the
extent I can't even feel my arms and torso anymore. They're numb. Theodore stands up "I'm going to leave this here in case
you want to throw up again.' When I don't answer, he continues.
"Let me go wash up, and then I'll come
clean you up. The wedding is a few hours away."
Half an hour later, Theodore returns
with a bowl of water and a towel.
I can feel goosebumps rising in my every single pore, from the fear of
what he's going to do to me. Theodore comes to my side and unchains me with care, but he doesn't
take the cuffs off my hands. Because I was tied for too long, I have
big red patches on my arms.
"I'm so sorry you got hurt like this,
but I had no choice. If I hadn't chained you, you would have escaped.
I don't give him a response. Theodore sighs but he's quick to recollect himself.
He dips the towel in the water,
squeezes it a little, and uses it on my legs. As if he has the right to do this.
My stomach is forming knots once more because he's reaching my thighs
at this point. And I feel way too uncomfortable.
Is he going to undress me?
I hope not because I fear he will.
When his hand reaches the skirt of my
gown, I flinch.
Theodore just chuckles, finding amusement in this.
"Relax, I know you're wearing an underwear," and with this, he rips my dress apart. Tears blur my vision for the umpteenth time tonight.
No man has torn my clothes before
except Calhoun.
This is just the worst evening of my
life.
And I feel so exposed under his gaze
even though I have my underwear on.
Watching his gray eyes feast on me is
just nauseating.
It's just so wrong. He has no right to
do this to me.
I want to hit him for this.
"You're beautiful," Theodore's
compliment hits like a punch in the
face, as he wipes my shoulders with
the damp towel.
I don't want him to find anything
about me beautiful.
Thankfully he doesn't slide the towel
down to my cleavage, or else I would
have shouted at him.
"I think I have to stop, you aren't
comfortable with this," the bastard dumps the towel aside, and brings a
dry one to clean my body.
My second mate puts the black dress
on my body and does the zipper, before
brushing my hair and styling it in a
ponytail.
I'll take it that he's done this a thousand times because he has a blind sister. And his own way of showing
how much he cares is just wrong. Too bad I won't let him succeed with
his plans of marrying me.
"I'll uncuff your hands but don't think
you can ever run away from me, Kristen. You'll be caught before you even know it." Theodore tells me with
a small smile playing on his lips, and
it's almost like he's been reading my thoughts. Just as he removes the handcuffs, I let
out a shuddered breath because it
makes no difference.
I might not be chained or in cuffs
anymore but I still feel like a prisoner. "You're breathtaking," Theodore puts his hand at the back of my neck and
kisses me soundly on the forehead. I'm not yelling or pushing him away, I
am just faking things by being
obedient, so I'll escape when he least
expects it.
Theodore sniffs my hair for a few seconds before eventually pulling away
to pick up a black hideous cloak.
A black cloak when it's not even Halloween.
"Wear this," he holds it out to me,
You might get recognized as Luna of
the Greyhound pack when we reach the
seaport." Seaport!?
A shudder runs through me.
Is he trying to get me as far away from
here as possible?
I need to stop him before it gets too
late, or I'll never see Calhoun or Aiden
again. I am still holding onto a little
hope that Calhoun is alive.
Taking the cloak from Theodore, I put
it on.
"Perfect, now we need to go,"
Theodore puts his hand on the small of
my back and leads me out of the cabin.
It's dark
outside but I can see a car
parked in front of the cabin.
Theodore doesn't have money, how is
he able to get a car? Did he steal it?
And I need no one to tell me he's going
to drive me to the seaport, wed me on
a ship, and sail far away with me.
Since no one is here to rescue me, it's
all up to me to do the saving. And my
actions will depend if I get liberated or remain his prisoner for life.
Theodore thinks I cannot escape from him, he said the only way we can be
apart from each other is death.
This means someone has to die.
And it's definitely not me because I
have a husband and a son.
But will I ever have the heart to kill
when I haven't done it before?
Calhoun couldn't stand up to
Theodore, nor could his men.
Then there's me who cannot even hurt
a fly.
"Get in," Theodore opens the car door and waits behind it.
Wordlessly I hop in.