Chapter 45

"Are you kidding me?!" I burst out in rage, standing up quickly and slamming my hands down on his desk.

He stopped and turned to face me. His expression blank and his eyes clear with annoyance. He places his hands down carefully on the desk and leans forward his face merely inches away from mine.

"I'm thinking of how to explain the story in a way that doesn't reveal my whole damn past to you. So sit the fuck down and be patient, you little brat." He growls out lowly, but I stick my ground.

You little brat. His words remind me of the night I first met him. I had refused to get into his truck without an explanation. He was so mysterious and strange and he has yet to change even though we've mated for just over a month now.

"Just tell me what the hell you did to him that made him angry enough to kill me, your mate." I growl back. Did he honestly think that I would sit here like a lap dog while he thought of some elaborate way to tell me what he did wrong? He must be stupid.

"I killed his father." He slammed his hands against the desk causing me to jump back involuntarily as his words made my blood turn to ice. How could he do such a thing?

I regain my balance and run my fingers through my hair, suddenly feeling very stressed. Ajax murdered this man's father, which means that he will be hell bent for revenge. My life was at stake and it's all because of him.

"Why?" I whisper out, wringing my hands together in attempt to get them to stop shaking. I couldn't help be slightly afraid. I assumed that Ajax had gone to

extreme measures, such as murder but to hear him speak the words aloud and admit to them made me questioned any feeling this mate bond made me have for him.

The thought of losing a father, my father was enough to break my heart and allow tears to well in my eyes. I push them back and blink quickly to relieve my eyes of the water that threatens to spill past. I take in a deep breath before looking up to Ajax who was once again pacing the length of the room.

"Why?" I ask with a more stern voice.

He stopped his pacing to look at me, his eyes sharp but filled with pain. A pain that I couldn't understand. What was wrong with him?

"Quite frankly it's none of your business. You're dismissed, go downstairs and make your friend at home in the guest room." He takes a seat behind his desk and opens a draw to his left, pulling out a folder full of papers.

I cross my arms stubbornly and place myself right in front his desk. He pays no mind to me has he begins to the flip through the papers, his eyebrows furrow as he focuses on one page in particular.

"Are you serious? Is it really so bad that you can't tell me?"

"Yes." He says coldly, not even bothering to look up at me. I could feel the frustration crawling up my back threatening to push forward. All I wanted was to understand the situation and he simply would not allow it.

I lean forward and snatch the papers in front of him away, pressing them against my chest before backing away quickly. Ajax stands up immediately, obviously annoyed.

"Octavia, I don't have time for your games. Give them back to me." He holds out his large hand expectantly and I simply shake my head "no".

"Tell me why you killed that man's father." I demand as he moves around his desk.

I back up slowly attempting to put more space between us, dread began to pour

through my veins as he continues to take threatening steps closer.

I couldn't help but gasp in surprise and fear as my back hit the wall. He was

practically fighting off the wicked smile that wanted to take place on his plump lips. Gosh, why did he have to be so attractive? Things would be much easier if he simply looked like a toad.

Soon enough there's barely even an inch between us, I turn my head to the side trying to avoid his amazing scent from invading my nostrils but it was no use. I look up at him as he looks down upon me, his ocean blue eyes piercing into mine.

"You can't hide your past from me forever." I state very much annoyed with how much information he's with holding from me.

"I can try, can't I ducky?" His wicked smirk pulls through and he snatches the papers from my hand.

"Don't call me that." I grit out through clenched teeth.

"Even though you're very beautiful ducky, I need you to leave now." He says ignoring me and grabbing a hold of my upper arms and dragging me over to the door.

"Beautiful?" I question him confused. What doesn't my looks have anything to do with my presence here?

"Yes, your face is very nice to look at but you ask way too many fucking questions." He explains as he opens the door and pushes me through.

I turn to make a snappy comment but he slammed the door in my face before I could even get a syllable out. Asshole.

I turn around and let out a small huff as I cross my arms over my chest. How dare he? If he thought I would give up so easily he was wrong. I'm going to corner him later on today.

I make my way down the stairs and onto the first level where I heard the most noise coming from. I could here faint laughter and a few heart beats in the kitchen.

I proceed with caution as I listen in carefully.

"Where did you say you were from again?" Samuel asks.

"The SnowMoon pack, same as Octavia." Siren responds. She seemed a little nervous so I enter the room and make myself known. She was surrounded my three complete strangers, two whom I knew very well and the other was a stranger to me as well.

"Tavy," Siren turns to me a hopeful and relieved glint in her brown eyes. I give her a smile before greeting the rest of the gang.

"Who's your friend Sam?" I ask and turn to the beautiful girl who sat beside Samuel at the island. He tore his eyes away from Siren to look at me and the very annoyed girl beside him.