The Beast's Possession
29: Because of the oopsie?

**Aife

pov**

I woke up drenched in sweat. At first, I didn't understand why I felt like I was burning and why there was weird weight tossed over me.

That was, until I blinked my eyes plenty of times for me to come to my senses.

The events from earlier hit me like a massive brick wall. More so when I realized that Bane was still sleeping next to me.

For a brief moment, I took him in. Not like I had many times before. This time was different. Bane didn't look like himself while he was asleep.

The usually grumpy, sulking asshole looked like he was at peace, completely relaxed with no care in the world. Now, while sleeping like this, he almost looked... human.

"If you will keep staring at me like that, I will get it in my head that you have a thing for me," Bane suddenly grumbled, nearly scaring me out of my skin.

As if the bedroom wasn't deathly silent before, now the silence became so heavy, I feared he could hear how wildly my heart started racing.

And of course, he did. A chuckle left him as Bane rolled to his back and stretched out his body. "No need to get your panties in a twist, reject, it was a joke.”

With that being said, he sat up in the bed, tossed his legs over the edge and got up. I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head in the opposite direction just so I wouldn't look at him. Thankfully, he had enough decency within him to walk to the bathroom without uttering a word.

I listened to the sound of the shower running and I was pretty sure I even heard him hum a melody.

Although I hated to admit it, Bane in a good mood was better than anything, so I was willing to put up with a lot of his nonsense.

When he left the bathroom, I made the mistake of stealing a glance at him.

He was wearing nothing but the loose towel around his hips. Bane's skin was still covered in water droplets and his hair was wet. As beastily he was, unfortunately, he was a little handsome too. "Would that really be so bad?" Bane suddenly asked.

I had no idea what was with him, asking stupid questions at the most unexpected moments and startling me all of the damn time, but he seemed to enjoy doing it.

Raising an eyebrow, I glared at him. He had to be kidding me if he was actually waiting for an answer from me. I couldn't make a sound, let alone form an actual word.

"Oh, shoot, I forgot you fucked up your throat and can't speak now," Bane muttered with nothing but amusement lacing his words.

Yeah, ha, ha, very funny, asshole.

My eyes followed him as Bane disappeared inside the walk-in closet. After a brief pause, his voice echoed against the walls again, but this time, he managed to catch me off guard completely. Even if I had my voice, I doubt I could answer a question as ridiculous and delusional as that one.

"What I meant is, would it really be that bad to have a thing for me? I said that as a joke, but your reaction was, I would say, rather extreme. If you had your voice, I'm sure you would scream at the top of your lungs. Your face said it all, so I'm just wondering, you know."

Was Bane seriously living on a different planet? How could he even come up with ideas like that?

First of all, if I had my voice - hell to the yes, I would scream. If I had enough energy, I would attack that arrogant asshole just to make a point.

Weren't all those times I spat at him that I hated him enough proof about how I felt about him?

No wonder so many people in my old pack kept telling me that life outside our borders was very different from that we knew. There were people like Bane, who killed and destroyed, just to act all sad and hurt about being freaking unlikable. As the thought ran through my mind, Bane emerged from the closet, fully dressed.

He had a stupid smirk on his lips, but once his eyes focused on me, it faded. Good, I hated that smirk more than anything.

Bane slowly tilted his head to one side and hummed as if he still needed to think about the answers he surely freaking had.

"Is it because of the oopsie I had with your pack?" He asked, sounding like a child.

My jaw had dropped many times because of this man, but not even once had it dropped as low as it did now. I was fairly sure it fell through the floor and could be found somewhere down in the cells by now.

Oopsie. Slaughtering an entire pack was what he called an oopsie.

"Not an oopsie, I suppose?"

How I wished I had my voice. I could imagine how the venomous worlds would feel on the tip of my tongue as I would spit them out, all aimed straight where it hurt him the most - the damn ego.

The more he spoke, the better I could imagine the happiness that would surge through me if I got to witness Bane's demise. Maybe, if that Killian guy was who father told me he was, I could strike a deal with him and make my dream a reality. "You're thinking of a plan to kill me, aren't you?"

Having had enough of this one-sided conversation, pointed a finger at my throat, reminding Bane I couldn't talk.

"I can get you a piece of paper and a pen," he announced and headed for the door. Just as Bane reached out to grab the handle, he hissed and pulled his hand back as if the metal burned him. He spun around to face me again and pinned me with his gaze, "you can read and write, can you?"

The question wasn't even half as bad as how serious was the tone he was using. This moron kept stressing how pathetic of an Alpha I was, while he managed to forget that Alphas attended school just like the rest of pack members. I was a woman, not an illiterate.

I gave him the 'are you kidding me' look and huffed. Thankfully, it was enough for him to realize just how stupid he was being and hurry away.

The bedroom wasn't half as bad without him in it. Sure, the place still reeked of him, but for as long as there was no actual presence of the man, I almost enjoyed it here.

Until he returned with a notebook and a pen in his hand.

Bane sat on the bed, far too close to me to my liking and handed me the notebook. There was this weird twinkle in his eyes that I couldn't explain. Why he was so excited was beyond me. "Sooooooo?" He dragged the word.

I waved my hand over the notebook, as if asking what exactly he wanted to know.

Bane's demeanor changed as he shifted into a more comfortable position and cleared his throat. "I want to know if it would be that bad to have a thing for me," he muttered and instantly averted his gaze.

Was he hiding his beast personality in a pocket, right next to audacity?

While I opened the notebook and grabbed the pen, from the corner of my eye, I could see how excited Bane was becoming. That was the moment when I decided to write nothing but the truth.

'If I had to choose between even liking you as a person and drinking acid, I would choose acid.'