Revolting
Chapter 79 -

Chapter Forty One - The Barn Hannah

I had never been out to the cow barn. The building had once housed dairy cows, and had the cow stalls below and a big hay mount above. Dust hovered in the air, and cobwebs stirred in the summer breeze that pushed through the windows and the cracks and crevices between the old, warped boards. At one end, the roof had collapsed, falling into the stalls below, leaving a gaping hole open to the sky above.

Rebel Moon was too small and too new to have a proper place to restrain and hold prisoners. In truth, Michael was the first prisoner they had ever had to incarcerate. They had him tied to one of the fat, heavy beams like a scarecrow, his wrists and his ankles secured with silver wires. He'd been roughed up pretty bad, and judging by my brother's bruised knuckles, I had a good idea who was responsible.

Walking closer to him, I felt my world weaving drunkenly. Wasn't that supposed to go away after you rejected someone? Wasn't the magnetic pull supposed to stop? Wasn't I supposed to be unaffected by his scent? He had his eyes closed, his head leaning back against the beam, but I saw his nostrils flare when he caught my scent. He knew I was there. He was just as aware of me as I was of him.

"You called me," I asked flatly. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to see him like this. I averted my eyes from his body, his very naked body, and looked instead at William and my brother.

William pulled me aside, and lowered his voice so that even with Werewolf hearing, I could barely make out his words. "We need to know the location of the lab that makes the poison. I thought... I know it's a lot to ask. But maybe he will talk for you."

I snorted. "I doubt it," I whispered back. "The man hates me."

William cut his eyes back to the man bound to the pole. "Maybe not as much as you think."

I swallowed and rubbed my sweaty hands on my skirt. "Fine. Leave us."

"No," Heath appeared at William's shoulder, "I'm not leaving you alone with that asshole."

I stared hard at my brother. "Yes, you will." I glanced back at Michael, who still had his eyes closed, but I could tell he was straining to hear our conversation. "He can't hurt me now." I said loud and clear.

Heath looked to William, "Will, talk some sense into her," he pleaded. But William only nodded, and took Heath by the elbow.

"Let's give her some time. We won't be far, if you need us. Be careful, though. He's strong, and he's dangerous."

"Mmhmm." I grunted in non-committal reply. I waited until the two of them disappeared into the bright sunlight outside the barn door. And then I turned my attention back to the Alpha. I pushed a bale of hay closer to his beam, and sat on it. I determined that I wasn't going to speak to him until he made eye contact with me.

Long minutes ticked by in silence. I crossed my legs and waggled my foot impatiently. I chewed at my thumb nail and studied his body. He had an amazing body, with thick, powerful thighs, trim washboard abs, and a broad, sculpted chest. I frowned over the bruising along his ribs, and wondered how many were broken. There was another bruise on his neck. There was a scrape along his jaw line, and his full lip was split and dried blood was smeared across his chin. There was another cut and bruise above his eyebrow, which was swollen, and a trail of dried blood ran down from the corner of his eye like black tears.

But he still looked handsome. He looked like a movie-star. My eyes were drawn to the apex of his thighs. Or a porn star. He was huge, everywhere. "Like what you see?"

My eyes shot back up to his face, and I found his hazel eyes open and studying me. I leaned back, bracing myself on my hands. "Meh," I said without enthusiasm. I wasn't going to feed his ego, even if he did look good enough to eat. I held his stare until he looked away.

"You know what I want right?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Michael snorted, "William sent you to do his dirty work? Well fuck him, and fuck you too. I'll take it to my grave."

I tsked at him and pushed myself up to my feet. I got up to circle him slowly. "You look really uncomfortable," I observed casually. Actually, I was almost sick to my stomach as I took in his raw and bloody wrists, the skin blistering and peeling from the silver wires. It looked incredibly painful, and as much as I wanted to be unaffected by the giant man, my heart wrenched at the sight. I wasn't going to tell him though. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

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"Mmm, okay," I murmured, breathing in his intoxicating scent. I reached out a hand and trailed it over his bruised ribs, as light as a butterfly. He sucked in a surprise breath, even as I felt the tingle of sparks in my finger tips. My lips twitched downward. Shouldn't that be gone? I rejected him. The bond should be broken.

We were alone in the barn. I knew that William and Heath weren't far, but they had retreated to a shady area near the main house. A beautiful god of a man was naked, and tied to a pole, entirely at my mercy. I forgot the fact that he hated me, that he tried to kill my brother. I was suddenly fascinated by the lines of his pectoral muscles, the way they strained with his arms tied over head.

This time when my fingers touched him, he groaned out loud. I knew it wasn't a groan of pain. He was feeling it too, the desire, the heat, the sparks. Even in his agony, he couldn't stop his body from reacting to my touch. "Michael," I murmured, liking the feel of his name on my lips.

"Wh--what are you doing?" he growled, his eyes watching me, his pupils dilating.

I felt my lips twitch into a small smile as I tipped my head up to look into his face. I felt more powerful than I had ever felt in my life. "It looks like I can do anything I want."