My hand going over his face in a harsh slap was what shut him up. I hit him so hard, his head turned to the side. It interrupted his damn disrespectful statement, and I was on the verge of killing him right then. A part of me was hurt that I had to suffer such words as a consequence for being with the man I loved. He was making me feel like I was some slut that betrayed my family, disappointed my people.. He was trying to make it seem like I had cheated on him dammit, and I was never even with him! The damn bastard had no right to talk to me like that! What surprised me the most was the smirk that grew on his face. Was that what he wanted to cause? This lunatic was playing with every little limit I had left, angering me to the point where I had thoughts on killing him like I had never before for anyone. He looked back at me, and instead of me taking a step back, I leaned closer and rose my finger to catch his attention. "This was your first and slightest warning, Alexander. Speak to me like that again and they'll be burying you by tomorrow in those woods you refer to as yours." It surprised me how calmed and quiet my voice sounded.. It was still raspy with anger and the threat was clear which did make me satisfied with myself. "You wanted me in this house, you threatened me.. I came. Man up and keep your damn word." He looked down at my finger that poked his shoulder.. Yes, he was definitely satisfied with my reaction. But I didn't wait to see if he took me seriously.. I turned around and walked out the room not bothering to run, but making sure to show him that I was never going to run from a coward that he was. I went back in the room that was meant to be mine and closed the door behind me. I felt heaviness in my chest because of his words. But the anger itself was enough of a motivation to have me sit on the bed and immediately start thinking of ways to get away from that asshole, from that damned house.. Ways to find my way back to Christian by the next morning.. Because every minute without him seemed to choke me, and it felt like I wouldn't even be able to survive the night without his presence, without his soothing deep voice, without his touch and his arms that held me against him in bed.. Simply without him. ~ The morning was dark.. Cloudy.. The pressure in my chest didn't ease the whole night, resulting with me laying on my back for hours and hours and thinking of Christian.. He didn't come that night.. What if..- 'What if' was the only thing my mind seemed to know of at that point.. What if he thinks I ran away? What if he hasn't figured it out yet? What if he's furious and what if he starts a war? What if- The cold water I splashed against my face shut those thoughts for a second.. Just a second.. I had taken a shower at barely six in the morning and after that, the whole day I spent in the room, splashing my face with water from time to time to keep my thoughts straight.. I felt like I was going insane and there was nothing to do about it. On top of everything, I wasn't satisfied where everything ended with Alexander the previous night. He said all kinds of insults and spoke vulgarly with no damn shame, and the slap was certainly not enough. I had the need to hurt him just like he hurt me.. As much as I hated him and as much as I wanted to get away from him, his words still effected me because he was one of mine.. I mean, he said some things right.. Yes, we grew up in the same society, by similar rules, stricter or not.. What hurt me was that he said it with spite and with the hidden meaning that my father's lenient ways of raising me made me a spoiled brat that went against her own, slept with the enemy which according to him sounded like I was a cheater, a slut and the worst of our kind, 'daring him to use drastic methods' to get me back.. When the truth was, he was the one threatening, he was the one wanting to start a war, wanting to unleash the monster that Adam was, and basically ready to allow a death to many of ours.. I.. I loved Christian. I did. How were any of them going to understand that? How was I going to explain it without making it sound that I was only lead by some stupid lust? Alxander only proved that my father was never going to approve it, and even if a small part of me secretly hoped that my father would find at least some understanding for my feelings towards Christian, he crushed that all last night. He made me realize that my father was going to react even crazier and was going to try and kill Christian with his won hands, meaning a war was going to start, and not only my family and my pack, but Christian too could end up dead. A part of me was still furious with his words.. I was never going to forget his rudeness from that previous night. The night was already falling and I was now walking down the stairs with the intention to find him and give him a better piece of my mind since last night I was too shocked from his vulgarity to find the proper words.. But now I was so over his arrogant rude ass. I was ready to kick it. I walked in the kitchen and of course there he was, casually eating an apple and listing through some book as he sat on the counter. I wanted to walk out because I couldn't stand him at that point, but I pushed myself not to, just to provoke him. "Came here to give me another slap?" I filled my glass with water as I heard him talk from behind. "Keep talking and I will.." I heard him put down the book and heard the new threats. "Listen, feisty little wolf, I see that you have an attitude but I do not tolerate such behavior, not even yours-" "You're right. That was too much." I interrupted as I turned around to face him. He still sat on the counter across from me and observed with attention. Of course it wasn't too much. I was just tired of arguing. However, I wasn't finished yet. I had other ways of insulting him.