“What have you done?” he rumbled in incredulity.
It was just like a trance to me that he was standing there asking me such absurdity. I took a deep breath to dissolve the ugly feeling mounting inside of me at seeing him and chided myself for forgetting to lock my door.
“Danika-”
“I have nothing to say to you, My King,” I uttered in a voice void of emotions, shocking even myself.
“I know you are angry about what happened and I am too, I swear it. It took me unaware that now I can’t even stare at myself in the mirror without shame and repulsion. You have to believe me.” He took a step close and another, gauging my reaction. I ran a hand through my bald head once and back, splints of hair falling off the wake of my hand.
“Please you have to talk to me, Danika. Keeping me away and numbing your thought from me won’t do anything but hurt us. We have come a long way, for you to do this.” Tears were pouring in tides down my face but I will rather eat my eyes out than allow him see my weakness. He brought this upon himself and would endure the consequences alone-even though it doesn’t seem like he is going through it alone.
Before now, I would have been putty in his hand, hearing him speak so calmly and passionately to me. But that was the previous version of me. I am awakened and no one, absolutely no one, would tread anymore on my emotions. The first step I had taken was to block my thoughts from his hearing; my first attempt at severing every connection with him.
I bent to pick the scissors up and dropped it on the table, followed by packing my hair gradually as a form of distraction from the imposing man behind me. His scent was everywhere engulfing my entire space and working to destabilize me, yet, I spurned it. The feel of my silky hair against my palm made me nearly budge to bawl out my eyes. Now, I truly understood what he meant by that question of what I have done.
I have shaved off my glory in bitterness!
I felt his presence behind me and rapidly spun away, the hair scattering in every direction. I became further pissed with him and glared at him with venom. “Why can’t you get it that I don’t want to speak to you, and leave me alone?! Are your balls too proud to accept my rejection?”
“I’m sorry, Danika,” he forged, extending his hand which I swatted off, and moved to the other side of the room, giving him a good space. My body was wracked with sobs more from being hurt, and so was my wolf. Our bond is so strong that being like this sends pangs ricocheting through my veins. Albeit, that is what placed me in this position; not wanting to contain it, so I had to help me, help us.
“You have to leave, my King,” I stated, pointing at the door, having lost my patience with his reconsideration and selfishness.
“Don’t call me that.” His voice which was mild and cuddly, now had a tinge of steel.
“Then leave. I don’t care anymore, so leave!” I added an edge to my voice to tell that I wasn’t joking. “Go to her! You wanted her over me, right? You chose her as your perfect Luna Queen so go!”
“I didn’t choose her!”
“I don’t care! She is pregnant with your heir and not me. You said it from the start that I wasn’t worthy of being your Luna, I wasn’t worth anything to you but your strengthener!”
“I swear, that’s not true, Danika!”
I shook my head and opened my mouth to speak but choked on my words. “I hate you right now so much. You hurt me badly after everything. You are just like every other person that had ever scarred me! You brought me here to use me to better yourself meanwhile behind me you sought her comfort.”
“That’s not-”
“It’s over, my King. That girl is long dead and this one here, I am a new person. I make my own decisions now and where I want to be!” I faltered, nurturing my next declaration.
I didn’t plan this; what I’m about to say now. But standing here watching him still try to play me, I can’t help the words that left my mouth. “I Danika, a girl without anyone to call hers, or any place to call home, I reject yo-”
He plunged and grabbed me, but I fought, thrashed, and kicked, my wolf searing out in foray despite him being our mate, darkness beckoned within me-an unfamiliar darkness I am not used to. Muse isn’t this gloaming. She is a calm wolf despite being feisty and she would never hurt a fly, not to mention it being our mate.
“Let me go!” I screamed in an alien voice and with everything in me, thrust at him. I went on my knees, pain mixed with fury engulfing my being and craving to attack whatever it is on my way, compelling it.
“Danika!”
“Leave me alone! I reject you!” I thundered, jerking my head as the demon tried to possess me. I am presently very mad at Alonso and if it succeeds to take over, it would surely do him harm, if not kill him. So I fought hard.
“Danika!” His voice beckoned once more, sounding apprehensive.
I shook my head repeatedly to push it in, resilient to keep my wolf who joined with me to fight. I am Danika, I make my will and I will not allow anything, or any demon to possess me. I have gone through hell and back and come what may, nothing shall make me evil!
I screamed, abiding by my mantra, my face tipped to the front at a seemingly frightened Alonso, who was contemplating if to hold me or not. I wanted his touch and reassurance but my rage mixed with the need to protect him, made me maintain a furious facade. I could see through my red-rimmed discolored eyes-the eyes of the demon in me. I have never seen him like he is right now, skittish and indecisive. He was trying to reach me while I fought to keep myself from going rogue.
My door snapped open and a wolf vaulted in. From the color, I could tell it was Alfred.
“Danika?” He linked me, staring at me directly. I was still with my claws on the ground, my eyes traveling between Alonso and Alfred. When Alfred had stormed in, was the only time a look of stupefaction decorated Alonso’s features, then returning back to normal. Now, he was not playing a jealous brother, he was accepting his help to tame me.
I was getting subdued, the demon seeing that they were not going to hurt me, eventually relaxing back and ratifying my control. I fell to the ground, my body soaked in sweat, and endorsing the cool floor as it chilled me.
“It’s alright, Danika.” I felt someone’s hand come around me before seeing Alfred pick me up and laid me on the bed. He laid me calmly, looked at my bald head for a bit, and returned to my exhausted eyes. I had cried so much and combined with what transpired, I was drained of every energy to fight anymore. All I desired was the warmth of my bed and the arms of a man, if only I had one.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, grabbing my pillow near and willing my mind off the look of alarm I last saw on Alonso’s face and the knowledge that he was still standing there, his body immobile despite seeing his brother touch me.
“Goodnight, Sweetface,” Alfred cooed. I don’t know, but I think I smiled and allowed myself to be drawn into a seamless sleep.
****
A sudden sensation made me wake in the middle of the night, but couldn’t move due to a certain feeling. Someone was on the bed with me, my mouth was open and I was moaning.
I felt a breeze blow across my skin, sending a chill down my marrow informing me that I was completely naked. How? I thought I had specifically told Alonso to stay away from me? Why would he come back? And why is my body enjoying this?
Heat! It all boils down to now being my heat period.
I arched my chest to the roof as he kneaded my breast gently; having missed this so much. Then, he growled, nudged my legs apart, and began licking my feminity. I gasped aloud, ignoring the sensation beckoning at me that this touch felt totally different. The few time I have been involved with Alonso, I have come to learn every one of his touches and how he licked me. While this felt good, there was something missing.
However, I didn’t act on it, I dismissed the contemplation as being due to the long extent of our intimacy. At the same time, it felt wrong that I was letting him touch me after my fierce decision.
I made to stand but he pushed me down, and at once his fingers dug into my hole. I stilled on the bed with a muffled moan, ceasing my effort. The room was dark, and I couldn’t make out anything with my foggy head.
He inched upwards and captured a pebbled nipple in his mouth and suckled. I was putty, writhing beneath him as I sort him to help relieve me of the ache between my legs. It was so much that I couldn’t help myself.
“Please,” I cried, grabbing his head and tugging.
It all happened in a jiffy, the door snapped open, light flooded the room, and standing there was none other than Alonso with the most heartbreaking bearing on his face.
I paled, and looked at the man still on top of me to realize it was Alfred! And he was smirking!
“No!” I screamed at the top of my lungs and rolled to the side, taking the cover with me. I wrapped it around my body and curled with my knee to my chest in shame, his concealed scent eventually becoming prominent.
“What have you done, Alfred?” was all I could let out, with my back to him, my body shaking in lamentation.
“I told you I always wanted to, Sweetface,” he said without an iota of shame.
There was a loud growl, then the pounding of Alonso’s feet across the ground as he sprinted across the room to Alfred on the bed, then me landing on the floor at the other side of the bed.
The rest was blood!
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