Chapter 19: You Are Not Incapable

Descending the stairs, Dante glanced at the watch clasped around his wrist. He was swathed in a three piece black suit, its coat knee length. He walked by the living room and into the foyer to exit the manor when he abruptly stopped, lifting his gaze.

Selen had just walked out from the other side of the foyer. In one hand, she held a pastry, while the other held a fat fried chicken thigh she gladly dug into it, feeding herself.

He watched her as she kept eating, uncaring of her surroundings.

His gaze eventually and gradually fell from her pitch-black hair tied up in a ponytail until it settled on her body. One wouldn’t say she was thin. Selen was slender but with nice curves in the right places. She had more volume around her hips, giving her waist great definition. The black off-shoulder corset-style top she wore, as well as the high-waisted, wide-legged pants, fit her figure almost perfectly.

Though he hated to, he could amidst that this aggravating woman was beautiful... Incredibly so.

"What are you looking at?"

The sudden questioning snapped him back to his senses. He cleared his throat, yanking at his tie that suddenly felt tight around his neck. Then, he met her eyes.

She held a scornful look.

"You ordered that I couldn’t dine in the dining hall." She gave a snide smile. "Tell me, do you think that will stop me from enjoying my food?"

Dante threw her a glare. "Oh? You think I can’t starve you if I want to?"

Wild omegas were considered inferior to regular omegas, as they were deemed incompatible with alphas. They weren’t even capable of having mates. At least, no wild omegas have been known to have a mate and succeeded with mate bonding. These were said to be due to the fact that wild omegas were never recorded to be willing to submit to the mating method of an alpha.

"First of all, there’s nothing wrong with being a wild omega," she retorted sharply, biting off another mouthful of meat. "Now if you dare starve me, I’ll show just how wild I can get. You better sleep with one eye open."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Why don’t we find out, huh?" She extended the chicken thigh that now had only bones left. "Do you want some?"

Dante’s gaze dropped to the piece of bone. His jaw twitched, and irritation spiraled up his spine.

He felt like she could anger him to death, and he decided to leave. But he had only just arrived at the door when he stopped. He threw a glance at her over his shoulder.

"Actually, come with me."

"What?" She looked him up and down. "Come with you to where?"

Dante grunted.

He didn’t bother to answer her. Instead, he stormed toward her and snatched the pastry from her, handing it over to one of the nearby maids.

"Hey!" She was confused. "I wasn’t done. I had that specially made for me!"

He dragged her out of the manor towards the parking lot.

"Get in the car," he said.

Selene wriggled her hand free, spatting, "No!"

"Get in the car!"

"I said no. I don’t even know where you’re taking me to." She shook her head. "Are you trying to kill me secretly and frame it as an accident?"

"What?"

"You’re not incapable."

"You nemesis!" His brows dipped as he scowled at her. "Do you think I care enough to bother staging a death for you?"

She shrugged. "I don’t trust people of other packs, and especially YOU."

"Ah damn it!" he barked, having reached his limits and grasped her by the bicep. He shoved her around and forcefully stuffed her into the car.

He leaned inside and grabbed the seat belt, locking it over before she could fight him.

Selene gasped heavily in shock at his behaviour. "You—!" She was about to spit out the words in her throat, but he beat her to it, snatching both her lips with his fingers.

He pinned them together. "Shhh. Just shut your mouth."

She rasped in shock. "Mph!" She struggled to free her lips. "MMPH!"

"Don’t say a word," Dante warned.

She watched him and as if fueled by the mutual dislike she held for him, she set her lips free, opening her mouth to bite down into his finger.

Dante was caught off, quickly pulling his finger. But she held his fingers down between his teeth and bit even harder.

"SELENE!"

His face squeezed hard as pain sizzled up his veins.

"What is wrong with you?!"

His hand rushed to the back of her head where he grabbed roughly. He yanked her head backward and scowled into her face with pure anger boiling in his eyes.

Hissing, Selene set his finger free of her teeth. She barked at him, "Handle me like that again and I’ll actually bite your fingers off."

Her gaze was threatening.

His jaw twitched. He looked like he had something to say, but as if changing his mind, he roughly let go, shoving her head back in the process. Dante slammed the door shut and locked it.

Then he went around to the other side and got into the backseat with her. The chauffeur drove off.

Amidst the ride, Selene looked at Dante.

"What now?" he questioned.

Without saying a word, she whined down the window. Then she lifted her head and spat out heavily outside.

Dante made a face. "What the hell did you do that for?"

As she took out a handkerchief and wiped at her mouth, she said, "I can’t believe I allowed your finger into my mouth."

"And what in the world are you trying to imply? You bit me!"

"Disgusting!" she emphasized.

The driver glanced at both of them through the rearview mirror.

The two noticed him, and almost at the same time, they both questioned:

"What are you looking at?!"

"What are you looking at?!"

"Nothing!" The driver shook his head fearfully. "N-nothing."