I don’t give him time to answer me as I pull away from him and get ready to limb out of his lap. But before I can move away, I am suddenly shoved into the bed and he climbs on top of me, keeping me trapped. There is a low growl in his chest and I know he is not excited to even think of letting me go right now.I let out a soft hiss and bring my hands to his face, aimit to push him away, but he grabs both my wrists and I find them pinned above my head in the next moment. His moves are harsh and his grip is not forgiving right now.“You’re not going anywhere, doll -“ he growls out, and suddenly it feels like I am talking with a completely different person. “Not until we make things clear.” He adds and when his eyes come to meet mine, there is no trace of the warm gold. There is only a sea of crimson on a pitch black canva, the white of his eyes now completely black.“Killian?” I find myself whispering, my voice drowned out by his rattle.“Knox.” He speaks, the corner of his lips arched
“You know what -“ I hiss out as I pull away from the man that holds me against him and walk past the blonde woman who seems ready to pluck out his eyes. “I am not having any of this!” My arms go up in frustration. “Neither of you makes any sense and I have other things to figure out than what the hell is going on!” I stomp my foot on the floor and turn around and make my way downstairs.There was a strange tension Knox’s words brought me earlier. I wrap my arms around myself, gripping my arms as if this would give me more control over myself as I walk to the kitchen./Hide their real self./ what was that about? What did he mean by that? He could not be serious, could he? What dirty secrets were hiding underneath this all? Was my mother, and her mother before her, just actors in a staged play?If so, what was I? Who was I?I swallow harshly and look up the window of the kitchen, to the unending forests of the island. There was still a call for freedom, a yearning for being free, comin
/ “You need more than that to earn my trust!”“More than what I have already been offering you?!” “A lot more, Killian! A shitload more! You hid all this from me until now, and you expect me to just be fine with it?! Do you think that I’m some sort of idiot?! Some sort of damsel in distress that would rather be spoiled and kept away from everything than included and trusted with such plans?! Do you look at me and see nothing but a weak puppet you use just to fuck and possible give you heirs?!” /That might have been the beginning of all this. I remember the night vividly. It was right before Christmas. We moved back into the city where it all started, into that lovely apartment I have been quite plenty of times, in the heart of the city, near the territory of my father’s pack.After two nights and two whole days where Killian had simply gone missing, I had finally lost my cool when he walked into the apartment. He was obviously exhausted, and there were hidden wounds I did not care t
I watch her turn away from me once more and the stab of pain that shoots through my heart does not go unnoticed this time. She has made sure to confide herself in this apartment we could have both called home, with thick walls made of anger and resent. At this point, I had no idea how to approach her anymore, and Knox did not bother to even try anymore. We were both focused on something else right now. Or so we thought. Because no matter how much we tried to force her into a dark corner of our mind, at the end of the day, we craved nothing else but the comfort of her scent, of her hold, of her warmth and her gentle voice.The smell of cinnamon, oranges and pine tree was heavy in the house, all mixed with spices and sugar she used to bake and cook. For whom did she cook and bother so much? I knew that if I walked in the kitchen, I'd find food prepared for my dinner, just as usual, and lots of other things ready for tomorrow.Did she have guests coming over? Was this all for her? Who d
Gladly, I spot no injury. Despite this though, I know something is wrong. One does not just fall like this without a damn good reason! He had worked himself to the point where he had to lean most of his body weight on me, just to walk from the kitchen to the living room.Once there, he sinks into the cushions of the couch and I can’t help but grow worried over his state. He is pale, he has lost some weight and he looks sick. There is tiredness in his eyes and his lips are dry and bitten over and over again.Without a word, I help him take off his coat and his tie and set them aside, half absent as I already map out the next steps of all this.“I’ll call for someone from the medical staff to -“ I start talking as I put his coat away, but he does not give me the chance to finish talking. Killian grabs my arms and pulls me towards him. For a man who had just collapsed out of tiredness, he was still incredibly rough and stern as he makes me sit in his lap. I want to pull away, hiss a cur
Killian remains utterly silent as I try to figure out what the hell I wanted right now. Did I want to run away? Spit some more venom his way? Add more to the list of crimes he had did and push him to the very edge and have him -No… I could not be thinking about this!A few deep breaths and I push myself up. He is still processing the blasphemy I spit at him and he does not seem very eager to speak out right now.“I said what I said. Take it or leave it. I don’t care anymore. You turned me into a damn prisoner in your own little world. I honestly did not expect something different from a forced marriage to someone like you. Mate or not, marked or not, I’d rather be rejected than spending my life like this.” I admit with a heavy heart, barely holding back the little sobs that escape me as I speak.He does not answer, so I walk away, to the bedroom, without even looking back. I crawl into the bed that still smells like him even if he had not been sleeping in it for long enough to even f
For someone as small and frail as she was, she surely put up a great deal of a fight. We went completely berserk trying to get rid of me, to push me away. She tried to claw me, bite me, hiss cuss words and yell and scream.I truly have no idea how we have gotten here, but this surely was not something I foresaw for us. I wanted nothing but a peaceful life for both of us. I wanted a world where she’d be safe. A world where she’d be respected and powerful. But we ended up in a little bit of a nightmare.“Fine!” I give up and yell, trying to cover her own screaming as I toss her on the bed.The screaming stops, the frenzied, almost rabid behavior ends as she lands on the bed. She takes a few moments to catch her breath before she scurries backwards, on her knees, her eyes pinned on me.She was panting, trying her best to breathe and calm herself, her chest heaving up and down in a maddening rhythm.I gaze down at the scratches on my arm and the shredded shirt and let out a gentle sigh a
Morning rolls round and with it, so does my mood as I wake up. It’s Christmass and I was bound to be alone once more. This was the first thought I had as I opened my eyes and crawled out of bed.I had gotten used to it, but somehow, I still despised knowing I was nothing but alone. A tool. A puppet or whatever else I was considered to be. Even after plenty of hours of sleep, I still felt tired and I am dragging my feet as I walk out of the room.I hear sounds coming out of the kitchen and I pause, a little confused. It was Christmas day. The maid was not supposed to be here! I was supposed to be alone.Then who was in the house? An intruder?!My pulse spikes and I don’t really know what to do besides cowering behind the banister and peering through the openings of the carved wood, in hope of seeing who the intruder was.Who could have broken in? Who could have snuck past the guards and the security team -I feel my heart drum faster and faster, deafening my ears and quickenning my bre