Chapter 4 Chapter 4

Davina's pov

He marched over to me with the gate thrown open just before he reached me, and then he grabbed me by my arm, squeezing down even with the fabric that was between me and his grip.

“Who is he?” he snarled in my face, “who is the man that gave this to you?”

I could already sense that this was building up to a misunderstanding and wanted to do damage control.

“Marcel this is not what it looks like I,”

“I have sent my men around the city looking for you. It seems like I was just wasting time and resources because you were with your lover.”

This was exactly why I didn't want him to come to the bar.

But being in this coat had made me so comfortable that I didn't even notice that I had stepped out wearing it. The scent of the stranger I met tonight coming up off the coat was also very comforting.

Marcel dragged the coat from my body, stripping me of it and sending it to the ground.

A chill quickly brushed across my skin. The night was cold but I didn't know just how cold it was until he forcefully took off the jacket.

Then he began to stomp on it, hard.

He was ruining the expensive fabric, destroying the jacket.

It was a symbol of an act of kindness from a stranger who probably let me take it because he knew how much I needed it on this cold night.

And Marcel was just destroying it without a second thought.

“Please stop!” I tried to hold him back, and it took one wave of his hand to push me off my balance and down to the concrete ground.

Tears began to well up in my eyes, but he didn't care enough to notice or console me. He seemed to send a mind link to his men because they came back with gasoline and a lighter.

“No please… Marcel don't do that…”

He wasn't listening. The jacket was lit ablaze in a second. I watched it burn, and so did he, a twisted smile of satisfaction crawling up his face.

He came over and grabbed me by my wrist.

“Don't forget this Davina, I own you. Every inch of you from your tears to your hair to each little strand. I own every part of you. You would be nothing without me. This little side piece you found yourself, he should start counting his final moments because by the time I catch him,”

My face instantly drained of color as he started speaking that way.

There was a time he had his men beat up an innocent man because he had held the door open for me while I went shopping.

He was an Alpha so of course nobody would dare to question him.

Doing so was equivalent to having a death wish.

Now another innocent person was going to be hurt because of me.

“Please Marcel I don't have a lover. I went out, put my phone on airplane mode because I needed some time to think by myself, and the man spilled a drink on me. Look,” I pointed to the large stain on my white shirt, “he was the one that spilled the drink on me so he gave me his jacket because he felt bad. There was nothing else to it. I don't even know his last name.”

He grabbed me by my cheeks.

“But you know his first, don't you, you little sot?”

The tears in my eyes washed down to my cheek and touched his hands. He seemed irritated by that and pushed me away. This time I fell harder and scraped my knee.

There seemed to be a flicker in his eyes and then it hardened again like cement.

“I'm going to give you a chance to earn my forgiveness. Tell me his name and what he looks like. He might not be your side piece but he was a man foolish enough to look at what belongs to me, placing his sense over you. There's no way I can let that pass.”

He crouched until he was looking into my eyes by just tilting downward a bit.

“Tell me his name, Davina,” he said with all seriousness.

I hiccuped.

“I can't. If you're going to punish anyone, punish me. I'm the one that allowed him to talk to me and give me his jacket.”

He stared at me for a long time as if pondering my words, then he stood up straight.

“That bastard better hope he's written his will because whatever unfortunate person he leaves behind, they are going to need it.” He was about to turn around and leave and I grabbed his leg.

“Marcel, I told you to punish me instead,” he kicked me away.

“Who said I wasn't going to? You come back to my mansion smelling like another man and you think you weren't going to be punished? I even gave you a chance to come clean and yet you refused to. Tonight you'll sleep outside. I was going to do that the last time you got on my nerves but now I'll pull through with it. I don't even care if a flood passes by, I'm not opening the gates for you.”

Before heading into his mansion he stomped on Derek's jacket one more time as if for good measure.

Then he glanced at me. It was short and filled with bitterness before he marched into his mansion and the gate closed coldly behind him.

I stood up knowing that he meant it this time.

I went over to the jacket and put it on. Things couldn't get worse than now and I might just die from the cold if I didn't have something covering me.

My steps were shaking but I kept walking, hoping to find a spot to bundle myself into.

That was when I heard the engine of a car, and then the headlights came on before switching off.

At the distance where it was coming from, I could smell his comforting scent and my mouth fell open.

“Derek?!”