---- Tap Ignored.


    Also get some damp clothes and a set of bandages- Tap.


    What! He snaps at me, finally looking down into my eyes and I feel my wolf flinch at his tone again.


    Ignoring it, I softly whisper.


    Tam alright Sir, you...


    you can put me down.


    I was mistaken if I thought this would solve anything.


    Tlis grip on my body only tightens and T see him clenching his jaw so tight.


    That I feared he was going to crack his mrs T swear Robin.


    You either shut up on your own or I am going to make you! Damn.


    What is this strange feeling in my stomach? ---- T couldn''t hold contact with his raging orbs anymore and I looked away.


    He softlyys me down on his bed and I see him rushing around.


    Collecting supplies to tend to my dislocated knee.


    I try to move when a searing pain hits my knee and a scream leaves my lips.


    Tle rushes to my side the very next second.


    What the fuck is your problem? Don''t you understand once! I bite my lip to not say anything and he runs his fingers through his hair.


    Those perfectlybed hair were aplete mess by now.


    Strip off your tracks.


    He orders, filling a syringe with some liquid and I hear my heart thud rapidly in my chest No way am I going to strip my track pants, he would.


    know if - A new fear roots in my chest and my throat runs dry.


    ---- It''s alright Sir.


    My wolf will heal it in a few days - Did I ask you? Just do what is told.


    Strip off those joggers.


    His tone was non-negotiable.


    And my fingers turn mmy.


    I tried rolling up the length but they were too tight from the ankles.


    There was no way out of them.


    I will have to pull them down.


    He looks down at me impatiently, a syringe held in his hands and my mouth opens and closes.


    There is no need- Sir! The doctors are on their way.


    It may take half an hour for them to reach.


    And here.


    The ice and the bandages.


    Scout steps in, putting everything down on the table and Damien speaks in that same emotionless voice.


    His eyes not leaving mine You may leave Scout.


    ---- eee = Yes Sir.


    Scout leaves and I gulp.


    Thinking I was saved.


    But I judged too early.


    I hear the click of a lock and when I look up, my heart leaps out of my chest Damien just locked the door and he was looking at me with that dark look in his eyes: Sir...


    why did you...lock...


    Istammer, watching himing towards me at predatory steps and he stops beside the bed to seethe.


    Thave had enough of your games, Princess.


    Are you going to pull down those joggers yourself or do you want me to rip them for you on What kind ofnguage are y- My words died in my throat as his words punched me like a jab.


    What did he call me? Did he just say......


    Princess?