Arielle's pov
I stood there my feet frozen to the ground. I did not know how to answer his question. Was U actually a traitor? I mean I had just mated with my pack's rival leader.
"She is not. And don't you dare call her that!" Zayne yelled jolting me back from my thoughts.
"I'm sorry sir. Mr Quinnell, I swear I did not know who he was. I swear on my life." I said falling to my knees on the floor.
Zayne tried to pull me off the floor but I refused to move a single inch. I looked down, horrified to look at his eyes in that moment. I wondered if he hated me for what I had done.
"I did not tell him anything, I swear, I do not even know how he found me. It was meaningless. I swear. Please Mr Quinnell."
Meaningless, the words escaped from my lips faster than I thought. I felt as if I had thrown a dagger at Zayne. However it was something I was willing to do if it meant that Mr Quinnell would not brand me a traitor.
"Get up!" His deep voice echoed through the walls of the office.
I did not. I was not willing to take orders from anyone other than Mr Quinnell.
"I said get up!" He yelled once more.
His voice carried within it an emotion that I could not quite figure out. It was not contempt, not hate, nor hurt. It was a mixture of emotions of uncertainty and what seemed to feel like a piece of one's broken self.
I got up. Dusting my knees but not daring to look any of them in the face. I was afraid of what I would find if I did.
"Mr Ravenscroft, this is none of your business. Get out of my office now." Quinnell's voice echoed.
"I am not leaving this place without my wife. And yes it is part of my business. After all like I have said more than once, she is my wife and more importantly, my mate." He responded.
His voice had now returned to a calm that was quite pleasant.
I felt his body move towards me. His musk scent of snow and wind once more captivating my senses just like it had the previous night. He moved closer. Every inch that he moved closer to me my heat skipped a beat. It beat as if following the rhythm of his footsteps. He took my face in his and lifted it to look at his eye. His eyes remained lifeless just like they always were but they seemed to carry a message that he wanted me to decode.
He moved his hand to wards my neck. My heart beat faster. My mind was in the gutter, replaying scenes of the previous night like a R-rated movie. I saw a smirk wipe across his face. He traced his fingers over the area that he had marked me and smiled.
His hand moved to my wrist and he dragged me towards Mr Quinnell's desk. He moved my head to the side revealing the mark on my neck. He did not need to say more.
"I will take her off your hands for now, she can take a day off right?" He asked smirking.
His hand still on my wrist he dragged me out of the office. I almost slipped on the coffee that I had spilled earlier and he quickly held me helping me maintain my balance.
"Get someone to clean that up, will you?" He said, his voice filled with what seemed like sincere concern.
He continued to drag me out of the office, slamming the door behind him on our way out. Whispers started again. This time they were filled with questions. Others were just meaningless conclusions that rumors had led them to believe. This was one of the times when I hated having a heightened sense of hearing.
"She is a slut."
"A skunk."
"I always knew that she would pull something like this."
I stopped. Unable to move an inch from where I had stopped. I felt Zayne's grip on my hand get tighter. I looked up to see him throw a look that sent shivers down my back at the gossip club. His claws had started digging into my skin and I shifted trying to remove my hand. He noticed that he was hurting me and retracted them immediately. He then turned around to face me. His hands went over my ears.
He tried to cover my ears and cupped my face to look into his eyes. He seemed to say something with his eyes which I could not quite figure out.
He then took my hand once more and we exited the building. The ride down the elevator was the most awkward. He turned his back to me and whispered.
"You can cry, I'm not looking, I promise." He said.
"Who said I want to cry?" I asked.
My eyes however did not keep their end of the deal. As soon as those words came out of his lips, tears started flowing down my cheeks. When more people joined us in the elevator, he put his back to my face to cover me and covered up my crying y telling a story which seemed to be the worst I had ever heard.
His charm however, and his intriguing beauty, rendered his audience captive. When everyone exited the elevator. He took a red handkerchief out of his inner suit pocket and handed it to me. I shamelessly wiped my tears and snort with it.
"I just wanted you to hold it, not use it." He said, his face cold, indicating that he was serious.
My face turned red with embarrassment. He chuckled, revealing his perfect set of white teeth.
"It was just a joke. I guess it was not as funny as it seemed in my head." He said.
His hand had now moved from my wrist to my hand.
"Let's go home wifey." He said.