22 Emira

The urge to tell him to shove it was quickly swallowed down with the rest of my pride since I really didn't want to deal with the consequences.

Terrified would not even describe how I feel right now, and I couldn't help but reprimand myself.

What was I thinking?

"I do not take well to being lied to, especially not from you. Now tell me your name," he said with a slight furrowing of his brows.

I guess there won't be any more lying for a while, not when there's a lie detector everywhere.

"Emi," I muttered, pushing a lock of hair from my face to notice that a chunk of the foundation had dried on it. "It's not a lie. My name is really Emi, short for Emira."

Eros strong grip on my chin finally loosened.

His long tapered fingers slid across my cheek, stroking across the surface lightly and became stuck.

I could tell that his hand almost sunk into my face because of the thick cakey layers of makeup that coated my skin.

It hadn't quite dried yet because of my rush in application, and so it was sticking to everything.

There was quite a bit of foundation that had transferred onto his hand even when he only lightly swept has fingers along.

His frown was almost noticeable when he inspected his fingers.

The makeup was like a fly trap on my face.

"Do you have to coat your face in so much of this, Emira?" his voice sounded slightly annoyed, irked and bothered by my attitude.

I didn't say anything, deciding to play dumb.

All I have to simply do is play it off and act like I want to be here until my escape falls through.

"Yes," I stated in finality, pointedly staring on his chin since I lost the nerve to look him in the eyes.

"Deceit does not look good on you, mate." His eyes flashed in annoyance.

A slightly displeased curl of his lips showed me how irritated he was by me continuously lying to him.

"Don't call me that!" I state in exasperation, dull nails biting into his wrist as I glared up at him.

Perhaps all the stress got to me because I definitely feel angrier and easily irritated.

The frustration started building until I felt like I was going to burst into a crying fit.

"I will call you by the title that you deserve, Emira," he replied with a curve of his lips into one of the most good looking of smirks that I have ever seen.

I felt an angry growl burst from my throat when he had the audacity to look entertained!

"Impressive." He looked quite amused at my anger and that seemed to make me feel even more pissed.

"I'm not your mate, or hell, even your pack mate!" I cried out, pushing my chair back and attempting to shove him out of my personal space.

But just like I expected, he was as solid as a giant immovable boulder.

At this point, I am beyond frustrated.

I'm so upset about the situation that I have no clue what to do.

Being kidnapped then starved for a couple of days before being chased and threatened to be killed is not a good start of the week.

My chest felt hot with rage like a kettle set on the stove, gradually building up with pressure as it came closer to the boiling point.

"Calm down," he said, lips pulled downwards into a frown when he noticed my gradual decline in sanity.

My ears were hot and my face felt extremely warm, and I totally ignored his words.

I glared up at Alpha Eros before spitting out the one word I later learned to regret, "No."

"I am getting out of here and you can 'calm down' yourself!" I continued to say, weaving past him and heading straight for the door.

Just before my fingers could graze the knob, I was tugged forcefully back by the crook of my elbow.

The momentum and force of the pull caused me to trip over my own two feet until my face plastered itself onto his hard chest, limbs flying akimbo.