Fang just got more amused by my statement instead of feeling guilty about his previous plans. Yes, plans can change, but with revenge on his mind, it can backfire that easily. After all, those were emotions of an Alpha blood, it wasn't easy to contain them in a werewolf's volatile body.

But what reasons can one develop in such a short time to risk your previous plans for revenge?

Fang answered, "I see my reasons, and it is enough for me. You might find yourself a new one, or I will make you find it, to come for me at the end of the road. But for me, I have it right here." His hand raised to caress my cheek with the back of his fingers and I slapped it away almost immediately. He smiled, "Don't worry, little one, I promise not to drag you in my revenge but keep you safe, right by my side."

"Sad, that I have no such interests in you." I replied, "Especially if you're trying to take the throne or keep me here. I would rather go away from here. This place has given me only problems."

Fang hummed, trying to hold my chin with one hand while the other was still in his trouser pocket and I swatted this away as well.

Just because I stood my ground and did not take a step back when he advanced, it did not mean I would allow him to touch me as he pleased.

Fang exhaled, irked by my slap on his hand, "I don't want the throne, little one. I will simply topple the crown in despair. You will be the only royal left when my revenge is complete, as your brother is as good as dead. You can decide what to do with the crown then. Although I'd rather keep you by my side in Waterwoods than have you rule in the castle so far away from me," He raised his eyebrows in a dramatically sad emotion.

There was so much anger that he fanned inside me. The more I kept saying, trying to get away, he kept pushing and pushing.

He decided on his own a few months back he wanted to torture me and now that he met me there was an alteration to those plans. I can tell the revenge he planned was not a short one, and he probably changed years or a decade old revenge just because he found I matched his stupid energy.

How can he just daringly say he will make me his? Like it was just for him to decide.

"You are very delusional, Fang." I glared at him. There was so much anger in me for him trying to decide my life just like that. "I am going to marry this whosoever you set me up with. And if in case I wish to explore for a partner of my choice and finding the feeling of love, I would rather focus on untangling the feelings I have for Channing than accept you as my soulmate."

Fang rolled his eyes as if I was speaking some nonsense he did not care about, "You can try, but at the end of the day you will still be my soulmate and I will still be making you mine"

This man just kept repeating the same thing. Can he not understand when to take the hint back away. I creased my brows and asked in a ridiculed tone, "You wanted to kill me till a while back. What changed?"

"Change of heart, maybe." He replied with a solemn look on his face that only aggravated me further. Amid his childishness, his eyes found mine with a meaningful look in them, "You don't yet have the right motivation to fight, Selene, when you do, there won't be anyone as strong as you will be."

Just hearing his butter tongue talk boldly twisted every nerve in my body. He always talked about whatever was on his mind, and it was tough to trust this man. How I wished I could read his thoughts.

It was always tough to trust Fang, but after his revelation, the last speck of trust, I had also evaporated into thin air. Who knew when he might turn back into his revenge mode and push me back into his plan.

Fang had not forced things onto me, but knowing him, he might try other ways of tricking me. And it made me furious.

Whether he took a liking towards me, or he wanted to make me his. I would not give him that. If he was trying to take me by force, then I would choose everything that pushed me away from him.

I will take myself away from him by force.

"You will never succeed, Fang Warchild," I hissed through my gritted teeth, "I will make this marriage you set up work, Even if it's a vampire who will suck me dry and throw my body in the woods to rot." Fang's eyes hardened at my words, the smile on his face disappearing. "I will love to see you fail then," I grunted. "This fake concept of your love will crumble right in front of your eyes"

Fang's jaw ticked, and the sides of his eyebrows raised in anger. He was infuriated because I talked about my death by some marriage he himself had set for me once. I challengingly stood with my chin up.

If he truly liked me, I would do anything to take myself away from him, I thought loud, knowing very well he was reading my thoughts right now and this tipped the scale for him.

Fang held my waist and pushed me against the marble balustrade. He walked so fast I did not have time to resist and, in an instant; he lifted me to sit on the balustrade. My eyes looked behind and saw bushes far below the balcony. I was at the edge of the balcony, sitting over the railing that was supposed to not let people fall.

My head snapped at Fang, eyes glaring at him. "Move away," I said in a commanding tone, trying to push him with everything I had in me.

But Fang moved closer, hell blazing in his eyes. He held my wrist up in the air, leaning me backwards, over the balcony rail. A quick gasp escaped my lips. Fang grunted his words, "Just because I am listening, being gentle and lenient doesn't mean I will not use other ways." I saw the veins on his neck strain and pop out of anger.

I struggled in his hold, trying to hit him with my legs, but he moved closer to stand between my legs.

He brought both my hands behind me, even with my resistance. He was effortless. Fang held both my hands behind my back with just one of his hands, and no amount of struggle helped me get free of his hold.

His other hand snaked around my waist, and it pushed me against himself and my legs parted on their own to allow him closer. "There are many ways I know, Selene, and you won't like them. No one is allowed to take away what is mine, even you are not allowed to take yourself away from me." I could only glare back into his eyes and he very well suggested what other ways by the way he was holding me now, intimately and restrained.

"You won't dare to do that," I whispered, but he very much looked like he would. Fun time was over for Fang and looking at him like this really made me see the possessiveness and the rage he held.

He had too much strength in him, my strength was nothing to him, and I was utterly at his mercy right now.

Fang's face came close to me, with lips just inches apart. I bent backwards, but the fear of falling off the balcony sent shivers down my spine. He tilted his head to the side and fumed, "Don't take advantage of me not forcing anything onto you. I am not a gentleman as I appear to you, little one."

My head turned to look at the distance to the ground from where we were, my lungs were in panic. But Fang's hand went behind my head. Holding my neck, he turned my head to look at him.

His fingers were firm on my neck, and it held my head in place. Fang growled close to my lips, showing exactly how frail any of my actions were in front of him, "Do yourself a favour, little one, and don't trigger the beast inside me, especially when you won't be able to control it." His eyes turned golden brown, as if the werewolf wanted to break free in his rage before he shut them to open his black eyes that stared right into my soul.

My breaths hitched, knowing how dangerous an angry werewolf was. Messing with an Alpha werewolf's rage was not a piece of cake for even the Alpha. It would be a long time before I could be as strong as Fang, but till then, he was a very dangerous territory to offend.