Chapter 10
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All the while, she stayed in her seat, seething. Even when the cheers echoed around her in applause. Even when the laughter faded. She felt someone nudging her. She turned her head towards Edward and saw his grin.
It made her confused. How could any of this make her happy when all she felt is the sickening feeling storming in the pit of her stomach?
"Are you alright?" Edward said as he looked at her.
No, she wasn't alright, she wanted to say. None of this was alright. Instead, she shook her head and stood up, keeping her head lowered, avoiding many gazes. "Excuse me," she murmured.
Stepping out of her seat, she walked away, dragging many suspicious gazes after me. She quickly ran upstairs and straight down the hallway. Thank God, she remembered the way to his room. She opened the doors and quickly locked it behind her.
She was so angry that she could feel her cheeks getting hot. So angry that she couldn't do anything but burst into tears. She tried to fight it. The evidence of feminine weakness. She jumped in surprise just when a loud bang sounded on the doors.
"Open the door," he growled behind the wooden doors.
She felt shivers, hearing the anger beneath his voice. Why was he angry? She was the one who should be angry at him!
"Open this door! Now!"
She didn't. Instead, she ran towards the bathroom, and like the little girl she was, she hid there. Why couldn't she leave her alone? Why couldn't he just let her go? It was frustrating.
She walked towards the counter and saw herself in the mirror. She felt like a terrible mess, honestly. Her cheeks were burning and her eyes looked watery. She buried her face in her hands and groaned inwardly.
How could she ever escape from here?
Suddenly, she heard the doors slamming on the floor inside the bedroom. She gasped in shock. Did he really break the doors open?
She turned around quickly. The doors opened with a savage force, revealing the man behind whom she dreaded to see the most. He looked really, really angry. Maybe this was what Jenny was talking about when he'd lose control. He looked savage. A hungry beast now trapping his prey.
She gaped at him because he looked so ferocious, and terrifying, and dangerous. Yet he looked devastatingly handsome at the same time. His chest rose up and down fast and she could almost see an imaginary smoky fire behind him.
Breathing heavily, he began walking towards her. She backed up and bumped against the counter with her backside. Seeing her retreat, he seemed to calm himself. He got nearer and nearer until he stepped in on her comfort zone, placing his large arms on either side of her.
Suddenly, it was too hard to breathe. His intense stare was burning her. She gulped, feeling caged in, feeling trapped.
"I told you not to run away from me," he growled lowly, his voice rough. "You clearly disobeyed me."
She saw red. "You don't get to order me around," she hissed, trying to show courage. "I'm not your prisoner."
"You're not. I'm trying to protect you. How many times do I have to tell you you're in danger? Can't you understand? You were almost killed the last time! I'm not gonna stand by and watch it all over again!"
Anastasia couldn't wrap her mind around it. There was something he wasn't telling her but she was close to her boiling point as well. "I'm not your damsel in distress. So don't treat me like one. You're not my prince charming and I'll never be your wife."
The Alpha punched the wall with a loud force and she flinched back in shock. His eyes suddenly turned dark and deadly. Cold and black as death. "You'll never understand," he spoke roughly, his voice full of fury and despair.
She took a step back, hugging herself, and with that he looked ever more angrier. He backed away all of a sudden as if he was afraid to hurt her. His face held a mixture of pain and madness. She couldn't help but feel like this was all her fault.
Did her rejection really hurt him this bad?
She couldn't speak. She stayed speechless and with that, he looked even more pissed. He turned around to leave and she watched his departing back, feeling remorse.
He roughly slammed the doors closed on his way out and the crushed wooden doors broke off its hinges, falling on the bathroom floor with a loud thud.
