Candice And The Cocky King

"Stay away from me!" Candice yelled as she ran to a corner of the room.

After the ordeal at the restaurant, Wayne had hauled her back to his mansion. She had been too shocked to do anything but gaze into nothingness as he carried her back home. Now that she was back in the safety of his room, her sanity had begun to return to her.

"Will do," he calmly said as he watched her scurry from him.

"You ki-killed that man. Wait! He was not a man, he was...they were..." she tried to put into words what she had just seen.

"They are werewolves," he assisted.

"Yes! Werewolves. Half man and half wolf," she agreed "You too are..."

"I am a werewolf, just like I had told you previously," he agreed with her.

She could barely coordinate her thoughts; they were racing through her brain "Do werewolves really exist? I thought they were just a myth."

"Do you think humans were the only beings existing in the universe? How self-absorbed," he mused.

"Are there other beings apart from werewolves?" she asked her eyes growing wild.

"Would you believe me if I said yes?" he asked.

Candice put a hand to her head, as a blistering headache surfaced "So all the myths and legends are true?"

"There's no smoke without fire," he affirmed "There's a whole lot of species, dimensions, realms that the human race is yet to discover. It's best they don't even become aware and continue on their top-of-the food chain ideology."

She sank to the cold ground, clutching her head between her hands "I just want to go home. I want to wake up and see this is all just a dream. I want to talk to Bernice."

"You cannot go home; you cannot leave this house without my permission and an escort. Just as you have witnessed the event at the restaurant, you need my protection If you desire to survive."

"I never wanted this, I never asked for this. You kidnapped me and brought me into this horrifying new world without my permission," she cried.

From her position on the ground, she saw a deep scowl darken his face.

"You wanted my company; you came to me by your own will. You said you would not regret it," he reminded her.

"I thought you were an investor, I wanted to land a major deal," she said as tucked her hair behind her ears.

"Again, with the investor nonsense, you must know I was not born yesterday. I am almost two centuries older than you. I know a whore when I see one," he said dryly.

Anger replaced her despair and she sprang up from the ground "Don't you dare call me a whore; I will not continue to take such insults from you."

"Prove it then, prove to me that you are not one," he said mocking her.

"Where the heck is my handbag? All my documents are there, I could give you proof," she countered. Then tried to negotiate "How about if you help me find my handbag, I can help you make a lot of money just by investing. You can become one of the richest animals alive?"

She really just wanted her bag.

"How convenient, your only proof is in some unavailable documents which mysteriously disappeared with your precious little handbag," he said cornily, sarcasm dripping from every word. Then he added "And I have more riches than I know what to do with it. Thanks for the offer though, calling me an animal would not help your situation in any way."

She was at a loss, there was nothing she could do to convince this thick-skulled werewolf. But what was more disconcerting, was the fact that this man or being was decades older than her.

"What about you Mr. righteous? How could you sleep with a woman that you're two centuries older than? Isn't it child abuse?" she folded her arms and drew up close to face him.

"You are my mate and you are of age," he shrugged.

"I am only 29 years old; you are almost two hundred years old. The age gap is mind-blowing, you're like a great-grandfather to me."

"I did not choose this; the universe makes the matches. I would not have picked you out myself if even I was blindfolded," he raked a hand through his locks "There are more deserving wolves, I wonder why it had to be you."

Bile rose up her throat at his plain rejection "I w-want to go home Wayne, please take me home," she stammered.

Her voice rife with unfounded disappointment.