"Why?" I asked in a desperate voice and then looked over at him. Immediately, his dark irises flitted across my face and he frowned, visibly irritated.
"What do you mean?" he asked as tears slowly filled my eyes.
"Why all this? Why don't you just let me go?"
My voice cracked from the pain and I also felt the warm tears that inexorably found their way down my heated cheeks.
"Quite simple. You are my mate and belong at my side, no ifs or buts."
Although he spoke very calmly, his voice always had this menacing undertone. I was beginning to wonder if he was just being nice to me because I was his mate and he was trying to impress me, or if he was a good person by nature. But the situation with my brother... He couldn't be a good person...
"Then please let me go to my brother so that I can at least find out how he's doing," I almost begged, but his eyes immediately became angry and before I understood why, he suddenly yelled at me so loudly that I couldn't blood froze in the veins.
"NO! He's an underling! The dregs of society and I certainly won't let you get in touch with him again!"
He hurriedly got out of the car, slammed the door, then came to my side. Cold-eyed, he yanked my door open, grabbed my arm with far too much force, and jerked me out of the car.
I was in endless pain at that moment, not only in my foot, but I didn't even dare to breathe anymore and clenched my teeth to avoid showing any weakness, which didn't quite work out as I had hoped with the tears that kept running .
This time he didn't toss me carefully over his shoulder, but instead pulled me by the sleeve of my pajamas, feeling pain through my whole body with every step. Crying, I was no longer aware of my surroundings at all and regretted having thought well about him for even a second. He was the devil himself and, as a superior, he probably considered himself to be something better than everyone else. Arrogant and cold as ice. He was the scum, not us underlings.
He then hastily opened the white front door of the yellow house, where we found ourselves in a small waiting room where several people were already sitting on the light-colored folding chairs. While a young man looked at me with pity, the three women next to him gave me jealous looks. Especially the blonde in the middle.
"What are you staring at so stupidly? If you want him, take him. I don't want him," I snapped at her, howling, and then noticed the Alpha's look at me. When I looked up at him, he gave me a warning look, which I only answered with an angry snort. I certainly wouldn't give in that easily.
When I looked back at the blonde, she immediately avoided my gaze and looked back at her fashion magazine.
Cowardly Chicken!
"You can come in, Mr. Campbell," I heard the older woman behind the counter and he pulled me through a door into a room with only a desk and a couch.
"What was that supposed to be?!" he growled angrily and let go of me on the couch, where I immediately sat down and ignored him as best I could.
"I'm talking to you!" He grabbed my chin and even hurt me slightly, making me growl softly.
"Let me go," I warned him and wanted to free my face from his hand, but suddenly he grabbed my neck and squeezed it lightly, which made me tremble with my eyes wide open.
"I put up with a lot of things from you, but not everything. You should learn very quickly where your and my limits are and also that I'm not a friend of disrespectful behavior!"
We stayed in this situation for a while. His hand on my neck showed me once again what a fucking asshole he could be, even as his grip slowly loosened.
My heart was beating uncontrollably and when he finally took his angry glare from me and turned away, I took a deep breath and resolved not to provoke him anymore. Otherwise I might be the next to be pointed a gun at. You couldn't know that about him.
While Silvan stood at the window and looked out at the street, I let my gaze wander to the door, which was knocked on at that moment.
"So what do we have?"
A fat little man with glasses entered the room, holding a clipboard that he appeared to be studying. Only when he closed the door behind him did he raise his eyes and of course greeted the alpha first.
It wasn't like I was the injured one!
"May I?" he then asked, laying the clipboard next to me to use his hands to push up my brown pajama bottoms. But he didn't get far.
"I do that!"
Silvan growled so loudly that the doctor immediately jumped and took a step back. When the alpha tried to touch my leg, I slapped his hands away and glared at him in disbelief.
"Are you crazy now?!", I asked him and pulled up my pant leg by myself. He really didn't have them all anymore. What would he want to do if this Bernd Hutzfeld, or whatever his name was, were about to touch my foot? eat him up? Probably...
When my calf and my foot were then completely exposed, the doctor carefully came closer and when he felt my foot, Silvan growled again, so that the man in the white coat twitched slightly again.
"You know what?" I hissed angrily and looked straight into Silvan's dark eyes. "I don't want to lose my foot because of your fucking jealousy! Wait outside!"
He was about to say something when I pointed my finger at the door, not avoiding his angry gaze.
His jaw clenched and he stood there with his arms crossed before he avoided my gaze and stormed out the door in anger.
When it clicked shut, I immediately heard the doctor exhale calmly and I was able to at least relax a bit myself.
"Thank you," he whispered, smiling slightly, which I only answered with a nod. Then finally my foot was treated.
Thank God!