My Mate From Internet

eighth

Lillian's POV

I was sitting on the stool by the isle while he was cooking something for me. I was deep in my thoughts.

Earlier when I woke up , I felt something heavy on my waist. As I moved a bit, I could feel hot breaths fanning my neck. Caleb....

I was scared but at the same time I liked the warmth that came from his embrace. Why do I like it? He kidnapped me. Is this what Stockholm syndrome is?

I want to go home. I want to go back to my parents, my friends...
I tried to move but his grip was so tight around me. Why is he even on the same bed as me?

I tried to move but I failed. I was frustrated , scared and confused all at the same time. I could not hold back my tears anymore. But when he saw me crying, he was being so nice with me.

"So why were you crying" ,he suddenly asked.

"I want to go home", and another tear came out of my eye "please"

"This is your home now. You can't go back"

"Why? You kidnapped me", I shrieked getting frustrated now.

His face had a stern look again.

"No. You can't because I said so"

"And who are you? My dad?"

"I am your mate", he growled.

Mate... That's what he said in front of Mr. Alpha. Are mates real? I thought it was just a part of story. But who knows? Few hours ago I was convinced that even werewolves are a part of story but here I am now.

"Mate....A human?"

"Yes. Humans can be mated to werewolves."

"I don't want to be your mate. I just want to go back", I blurted without even thinking once.

His whole body tensed and I knew I had hit a nerve. His eyes met mine and it was evident that he was hurt.

"I didn't mean it like that , I just---

"Why? Am I that bad? Am I hurting you or am I torturing you? Am I ? "

Oh no....

"No, I didn't mean---

"Then what do you mean?", he raised his voice while thumping his hands on the slap.

And I lost my patience.

"Actually yes. That's what I mean. You are torturing me. Keeping me here away from my family and expecting me to behave like a 'soulmate' with a complete stranger is torture. You won't even let me call them , right? You are a monster"

Oh shit! Here I go again blurting out words in anger without thinking. At this point, he too was really angry.

He advanced towards me while looking straight into my eyes. He was glaring daggers at me and it felt as if he could look right into my soul.  As he took a step forward, I took a step backward until my back hit the wall.

He grabbed me by my arms and whispered in my ears , " If a monster is what you think I am, then a monster is what you will get."

He looked straight into my eyes and this time I stared back without any hesitation. I wanted to show him that I am not scared of him but deep down I was scared of him.

"Umm.. Am I interrupting something? ", that blonde man from yesterday interjected.

"N- Actually yes...", Caleb said before I could say anything.

"Oh! Oka-ayy", Rey, I think his name is said eying us suspiciously.
"Whatever matter is going on resolve it fast because I'll be back in five minutes and I am hungry as hell."

As soon as Rey left, I started struggling to get my hands out of his grip. But I failed miserably. He had a really tight grip on my wrists.

"Leave me ", I said struggling harder.

He said nothing and keep on looking straight into my eyes. Only two emotions were visible in his eyes - rage and hurt.

Was I that rude? His grip even tightened.

"You're hurting me.", I was on the verge of crying.

"Well, get used to it", he said and slammed my hands into the wall and left.

I looked down at my wrists. They had deep red marks. Is this what he meant by me getting used to it?
Is he going to hurt me physically?
I was more scared now. But suddenly grumbling sounds from my stomach caught my attention.

I glanced over the kitchen counter and saw that there was a sandwich that he prepared. I was about to grab it when someone else took it first.

Rey....

"It's mine", I literally attacked him but he dodged me.

"It was yours, now it's mine", he said while running around the kitchen.

"No"

"Yes"

"No", I jumped towards him and was about to take it but he used his full arms length and hoisted the plate so high , I was not able to reach it, no matter how much I jumped. And this fool was busy laughing looking at my miserable attempts.

"Give me the plate", I shouted like the kid while stomping my feet on the ground. And that mutt just shaked his head and started walking out of the kitchen. I ran after him.

"And by the way, it's very del- , he turned around to say but was not able to complete the sentence because as soon as he turned, our bodies collided and we both fell.

His back hit the floor and well I... how do I put it? I fell on him?

I was about to get up when suddenly I heard a growl,

"Mine"

Oh no, here we go again.