Rise.

When he came to, he was lying in the bed again and the wolfe was holding something cold and heavy to his forehead.
"It's alright. Take it easy." he was also holding a cup of water, and Róan took it gratefully and drank. The wolfe was lying on the bed with him and Róan wanted to move away but found he hadn't the strength. The wolfe must have sensed this, because next, he said, quietly:
"You're going to have to get used to me."
Róan concentrated on his water.
"I'm not so bad."
Róan ignored him and took the cold compress, which turned out to be a wrapped slab of frozen meat, from his head. In the moment that he was unguarded, the wolfe took his chin and turned his face for a kiss. Róan resisted immediately.
"Stop it! Leave me alone!"
The wolfe just watched him, curiously, and this only incensed Róan further.
"You have no right to touch me. Leave me alone!"
Even though his voice was authoritative, his body was shaking all over. The wolfe continued to watch Róan, and his head tilted a little to the side in interest.
"I have every right. I have claimed you, little one, and our mating will be finalized within a moon." the wolfe nuzzled his face. "You don't have to be afraid, you know. I won't hurt you."
Róan couldn't believe his cant.
"I'll kill you if you ever touch me again, dog." His voice was fierce, but the wolfe only regarded him with masked amusement.
"I am your mate. Of course I will touch you again."
"Not if I have anything to say about it."
"You're not stronger than me." was all he responded, lightly, before moving off of the bed. There was no threat in the words, just fact and promise. Róan spoke his response quietly.
"Then why do you need two guards in the hallway?"
The wolfe's head snapped around.
"Are you implying that I am unable to control you myself?"
Róan sat back and smirked, glad he'd hit a nerve.
"Take it any way you like. I just know what I see."
The wolfe's eyes narrowed and he started towards Róan. Róan paid no mind until the wolfe began to remove the long robe he'd been wearing. Then he was on his feet in seconds, pressed against the wall on the opposite side of the room.
"No." It came out more like a plea than a command. The wolfe paused, but resumed his approach and when Róan tried to run, he found he was blocked and remembered that he'd heard rumors of how quickly wolfes could move, but hadn't believed them. He was trapped, he realized, in a corner - a foolish and elementary mistake. His only hope was authority, so he looked the wolfe square in the eyes.
"Don't."
The wolfe shrugged and tightened the cage of his body around Róan. He leaned in close to Róan's ear.
"Say it properly and I might find patience with you."
Properly? What did that even mean? He wasn't going to beg, if that's what the wolfe thought. The wolfe's voice interrupted.
"Say my name and title."
Róan tried to think, but drew a blank.
"I - I don't know."
Rough hands flipped him around and took both his wrists in one hand.
A strong leg was wedged between his, and Róan found himself face first into the wall and completely vulnerable. Another stupid mistake. Why was he so unguarded? Panic set in again, and he began to fight.
"Let go of me!" There was another hand now, working its way up the side of the thin tunic he'd been wearing and Róan wriggled to try to get away, but the wolfe was indeed much stronger than he'd displayed, and Róan found himself held more or less immobile.
"Stop! I don't know, I don't know your name, please stop."
There was a pause.
"I am your alpha. My name is Marik."
Róan nodded.
"Please stop, Marik."
The wolfe shook him and his cheek struck the wall.
"Alph - Alpha Marik."
Marik shook him again, harder, and this time the room actually kind of spun a little.
"Your alpha."
"Marik. My alpha. Stop, please, stop." Even as he said those words, Róan began to suspect that there was more to them, but found he didn't care any more as the pressure on his back was gone immediately. The wolfe moved away to stand at the window, where the barest hint of sunrise was beginning to show. Róan remained where he was, rubbing his wrists.
"Do all wolfes treat their mates this well?"
Marik simply turned to look at him, and Róan was silent again and cursing his tongue.
"Go and lie down."
Róan bit his lip, wishing he'd learned to shut up earlier, because now he was right back where he'd started. Time for new tactics.
"I can't."
"What's that?"
"Please, Marik. I just - I can't right now."
The wolfe's expression quickly turned to concern.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Róan reddened and backed away.
"Leave me alone." firmer, this time, but without meeting his eyes. Marik guessed the meaning.
"You're sore. I hurt you. I'm sorry. Oh, puppy, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't mean to hurt me." Róan repeated, disbelieving. The piteous mask fell and a floodgate opened.
"You raided my clan. You. I saw you, you know. You burned my home. You kidnapped me. Are my leaders dead? I don't know. And my friends? They're probably locked in rooms just like this one, waiting to be beaten and raped and eaten by wolfes just like you."
Here, Marik felt pressed to interrupt.
"We don't eat people! That's a vicious - "
"Shut. Up." Róan was livid, and it showed. Marik quieted and tucked his tail down behind him. The human went on.
"You held me down for the injections. I remember that because you were worried. You asked them if I would know it was you - if I would remember. They told you no. You brought me here. You - did things to me. You're keeping me in this room - terrorizing me! You threw me against a wall, even, just now. You won't let me free, you won't let me see my family, you won't even let me bathe. But now you say you didn't mean to hurt me."
Róan looked back up to meet the eyes which were staring at him, shamefaced and unable to attempt even the slightest masking of emotion.
"Róan, please - "
"You brought me back here last night. I was drugged. I couldn't move."
"Róan, I tried to be gentle - "
"How could that even be enjoyable for you? They told you it would be best to do it then - so I wouldn't remember. So it wouldn't be so traumatic."
Memories were breaking over Róan in waves, and he was speaking half to himself when he told the story.
"Róan, it was neces - "
"They said you had to change me. What does that even mean?"
Now the wolfe was silent. Tears, held back before, poured down Róan's face.
"Sorry doesn't cut it."
"Róan - "
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"How could you remember - "
"Let me go, just let me go, please let me go, Marik, alpha, my alpha, I'll call you anything you want, just please let me go."
Now Marik was beginning to feel a bit sick.
"Róan - "
"I'll never tell anything I saw, please - I'll just disappear, but please, you have to let me go!"
"Róan - "
"Why are you doing this to me?!"
Marik could sense the approaching hysteria and decided he had to do something, say something to dam the flow.
"Róan, it's too late."
The assured finality gave Róan some strange comfort, and he fell silent. Marik felt horrible - like the lowest of beasts. Here his mate - obviously in name only - was before him, aching and terrified and it was indisputably his fault. He had no idea what to do, how to calm him, because now Róan was shaking uncontrolled and he wanted nothing more than to go to him. So he went and took Róan into his arms and the human cried there and was still crying when the doctor and the human nurse came at eight.