Page 28 of Bella and Her Beast
Not expecting to hear my voice, or any voice I’m sure, she jumps in startled defense.
“What the fuck are you doing, Greyson?” she says, with her fists balled.
“I’m sorry. I really need to talk to you.”
Her face contorts, and it is nothing like the expression from our passion induced night. “Look, I’m not sure what you found out on your trip to your family estate in Florida, but maybe you need to go home and just—”
“Bella, listen to me. You have to go with me now.”
“Incorrect. I’m going home.” She turns and walks away from me.
My wolf grows angry and frustrated to see her walk away. He even feels hurt. “Bella,” I cry out to her, but she continues her path.
The time grows nearer to the peak of the full moon, and I am out of options. Not one to see this end, I do what I don’t want, but my wolf does.
“Ahh,” she screams.
Hegrowls.
* * *
She putup a fuss the entire way here. I’m sure she mentioned something about calling the cops and kidnapping, but I had to do this in order to get her back to my place. I have her in the encasement for her protection.
“What the fuck, Greyson?” Why do you have me in here like some captive?”
“It’s for your protection.” I try to reason with her, but her fiery side just won’t listen.
“The only thing I need protection from is you. I knew something was up with the way you creeped around the library all the time. Oh, Dios mío. ¿Como puedo ser tan estúpida (How can I be so stupid)?”
She continues to ramble in Spanish and while I understand what she is saying, and I love how sexy it sounds, even though it is filled with a lot of jodetes (fuck you), I’m out of time.
“Bella, please. I’m sorry I snatched you, but it’s the only way I could get you to listen.”
“Listen to what? What is so important that you risk a felony charge?” Her eyes slim as she stares at me, her arms folded across her chest.
“Bella,” I call to her trying to gain some sympathy.
“Is-a-bella. Isabella. You no longer get to call me Bella, tu hombre loco (your crazy man).”
“Fine. Isabella, for generations, my family has been cursed. Well, the men in my family have been cursed. If we don’t find true love by our twenty-fifth birthday, we suffer a terrible affliction for the rest of our life.”
“And? What does this have to do with me?”
“Everything. See, I have to—” The pain of the transformation begins. I double over in pain as my bones break and reshape unnaturally, shifting to form a wolf skeleton. The excessive body hair and glowing red eyes and fangs come next, completing the change. I let out a loud howl at the end of completion. Sniffing around the encasement, I snarl when I see her on her knees in complete shock, but still, she doesn’t move. Her hand reaches out to the glass and touches it. My mouth hangs open and I snarl while the drool drips down from my jaw.
Bella lets out a blood-curdling yell when Russell comes in and hits me with the tranquilizer. I whimper when I see her pass out before I succumb to the effect of the dart.
* * *
The morning comes,and I am back to my normal, human self, minus the clothing. Bella awakes and moves to a sitting position on the floor looking around confused.
“Good morning,” I announce, while I stand to my feet and walk over to her.
“Greyson,” she replies. Her gaze drops to my junk not once acknowledging I am standing right in front of her. Or maybe she does.
“Hey, eyes up here, buttercup,” I speak.
Her pupils widen when she realizes I caught her staring at my goods. “So, what the fuck happened last night? Did you drug me, or do you pump hallucinogens into this room at night? Did I see what the fuck I thought I saw?”
