The sharp dagger slides between ribs and slashes mercilessly. Did it cut through the lung? Did it scrape against the heart? Did it tear and hack and slash?There is nothing but a blank expression on Demetri's face as he sinks the blade into Killian who is cluessly smiling and talking, a cheerful expression in his face, until it turns to nothing but emptyness. His smile drops and his eyes widen. He might not have even registered the pain his body was suffering. He let's out a wet hiss as he turns slightly to the man behind him.Everything plays in slow motion after this. I can see the way his knees give in and he has no more power to support himself as he falls on his knees, eyes drifting over the crowd that surrounds him a bit too slow. The spark in his eyes die down as I am hauled over Demetri's shoulder, like nothing but a sack of potatoes.The screams that leave my throat are nothing compared to the cacophony of sounds that errupt in the whole ballroom. Gunshots, screams and yells.
For the next few days ( I think. I have completely lost track of time) a maid brings me my food. Demetria doesn't show his face again and I feel completely abandoned. Food doesn't appeal. Nothing appeals. I miss the sun. I miss natural light. I miss my home... I miss my mate. I miss Killian and all his stupid shenanigans. I have grown to miss him so much that everything feela dull and dead.The picture of him falling to his knees, of his strong sturdy body giving in under it's own weight replays so many times in my head that I can't draw the line between the nightmares and the mere memory of it.Screaming and crying and threatening to take my own life have been ignored completely. My throat has been sore for days now and my eyes have dried out from endless tears. I'm not even sure how I feel anymore. I'm almost numb. If the pain stops I'm afraid I'll die too... Maybe numb is not the right word."Killian-" the name leaves my lips in a low breath as I curl tighter around myself, under t
"Put me down, you bastard!" I hiss as my fists continue to hit against the broad back of the man that has little to no shame in carrying and handling me as if I were nothing but a sack of potatoes."Won't do." he answers shortly everytime I speak to him.Eventually, I tire out and I give up and trying to make him drop me. I remain swinging on his back like a doll, looking around, trying to make out a pattern, a oath or anything that could help me escape. Was he taking me back to my room? Part of me was afraid to ask, while the other already knew the answer. If he was not taking me to the same room, I was taken someplace else. To be sold, to be used, to be a used or maybe even killed. To follow my husband in death..."where are you taking me?" the words leave my lips in a hissy voice, as I slowly straighten my back and look around me as we enter a large meeting room.A very maximalist room, filled all sorts of junk. From antique jewelry boxes to swords and way too many plants. In the m
It was a mess! It was pure chaos! Beside the yelling, the pleas for mercy, the irritable gun shooting and gurgled screams, I hear laughter. And I am not quite sure who has the guts to laugh when such a massacre was happening, unfolding right under their eyes.I cower under the table, covering my head with my trembling arms, ignoring the fear that has gripped my heart like an ironfist. Eventually the shooting stops, but there is no strength left in my body to crawl out. I remain under the desk, hoping they would forget I was there for long enough to make a run for it, since the door of the room has remained open.As I look around me, I notice the bodies fallen to the floor. There is blood surrounding me and I am not sure if I was nauseous until now, or it no slams hard against me, because I gag and cover my mouth as the heavy scent of blood creeps into my lungs.“Quite a cheap show.” Koen speaks in a low voice, more of a displeased grunt.My head turns towards the source of the voice
Part of me wants to melt against his touch, while another wants to slap him and demands explanations! But what I am really doing is bursting into a heartful cry as I break down once more.“Again?” Demetri murmurs, his eyes moving towards us, rolling his eyes. “Good luck at having a rational talk with her.” He huffs as he cocks the gun and shoots once more, making me cower and my knees give in as I hold on to Killian.For a brief second, I thought the gun was pointed towards us. That he was going to do it again! Hurt my mate and throw me in a prison once more.“She was not supposed to be here.” Killian speaks, his voice low, as he scans me with his eyes. “Don’t you think I know that?” Demetri huffs, cocking his gun again. “But she thought she was a sly little fox and she made a run for it. Had me chase her through the halls like a hound.” The way he speaks about hunting me sends shivers down my body and before he even finishes talking, he fires the gun once more, making me flinch.But
Shit! SHIT!My heart sinks again as I understand the root cause of this change. The trauma of being abandoned again has gotten to her and she was not dealing well with it. I have broken my promise once more…The sternness of my face melts away as the realization of the gravity of it hits me hard enough to make my stomach swell with guilt and anxiety. My shoulder slouch and I feel the emptiness of my stomach fill with nausea and an almost self destructive drive.I have abandoned my mate once more and this was driving her so close to the edge that the beast trapped within broke the bindings and crawled out in the worst way possible. This kinds of changes were painful and traumatic for the mind and soul as they were, not to talk about them surfacing because of emotional trauma.And it was all my fault…“Maddy -“ my voice cracks, the breath kicked right out of my chest as I process my own thoughts. By the door of the bathroom, she was slouched and her arms wrapped around herself as a def
Madelaine’s body gives in and she passes out right in my arms. When I find the strength to let go of her shoulder, to pull back from her flesh I almost feel a little high and nauseated. She is limp like a lifeless doll and the only thing that tells me she is still alive, is the faint beating of her heart. At least she was calm now. She was threatening to claw my eyes out or spill any more blood than what was already spilled. I slowly let go of her arms and she fell forward into my body. I hold her against me for what feels like hours, against that wood door, my face buried into her hair so I can drink in more of her scent.“My mate…” the words come out rasp and dry, my throat itchy and almost painful. My mate. Mine and mine only! “I will never let go of you again.” It was a promise I was not sure who I was addressing it to. Her, me, the world? Part of me knew that I had no right to promise her anything anymore. She’d never believe a thing that left my mouth. She was not going to
I’m not even sure if the metal sound of the gun hitting the floor multiple times comes before or after Killian’s arm wrap around me and I am pulled forth with so much force I forgot how to breathe and I get even more dizzy.My whole body feels like it hit a warm wall. His body is so tense and he seems so ready to snap that I am not sure if I was better off falling or not. “Easy now-“ Killain murmurs , his arms wrapped around me while he supports me. My feet barely touch the floor and most of my body weight is supported entirely by him at this moment. I feel so nauseated and dizzy that I could pass right out. But I must not! /Unsafe!/ was the only coherent thought I had in mind right now, and I am not even sure it was mine anymore!“Let go of me -“ I struggle to talk, but Killian doesn’t seem too eager to lean an ear towards what I had to say. Instead, he scoops me up and he walks with me to the couch, where he sits down and pulls me in his lap. My face buried into the crook of his
Altair and Aaron. Two bright stars on the endless sky that life is and can be. Two perfect little angel who just happened to hit a bit of a road bump right before they were even welcomed into the world. Born a bit too small and frail to be allowed to fly, the two little angels have been confined to secure chambers that helped them grow and develop their flight wings.Or at least, until they were ready to be taken home.That day came way too late.I was growing insane walking these brightly lighted corridors, always watched by nurses, always told what to do, how to touch and how to not touch them. It took so long for me to be allowed to actually hold my children that I actually had a breakdown right in front of the maternity when I was told I had to wait a few more days. I still did not get to properly hold either of them, but seeing them, and getting to touch their little hands and feet was enough to keep me sane.Not to mention that the mating bond was burning like a bright fire insi
Everything hurts. There is nothing in my body that is untouched by pain.I hear voices around me and I don't entirely care if they are nurses or people who think of themselves as being close to me, but I don't want to wake up yet. The pain is too much and my mind slips back into nothingness.***I think... I think it's later. I might have died. But the pain that still clings to my body is still sharp and very much present. The voices around have changed. And I can feel a warm touch that squeezes my hand. I can feel lips pressed against my knuckles. I can feel a soft breath brush against my skin.A rush of tingles wafts under my skin and makes me feel slightly more alive as it pools energy into my chest, making my heart flutter slightly. My eyes slowly open and I try to blink away the haze from my eyes.I try to remember what happened. I try to remember the last thing I remember, but my memory is too foggy right now.I was certain I was in a hospital. Have I given birth? Was I even ali
Dread takes hold of me, gripping my heart with an iron fist that makes my anxiety spike alongside fear and other things while I walked behind the nurse that didn't bother to give me too many details. Actually until we stopped in front of a glass wall, she didn't give me any details at all.She stops abruptly and turns to the glass wall, pointing in a rather vague direction inside the room."The twins have been born hours ago. Two prematurely born children who are not in great condition -" she tells me with a flat, emotionless voice before she looks up at me." they have a chance of survival, but we would not put our hopes too high into it. Better expect the worse and have a great surprise. " she tells and I feel like I want to strangle her.Was the the way one delivers news to a new father?My eyes drift from her figure to the glass wall, behind which I can see two small, incredibly small, pink and strange looking babies. Some of us are born with ears and tails, but my babies were so v
I’m not entirely sure how or when, but one thing is sure. Demetri beats me to the hospital. By the time I made it there, the man was already filling in details about the patient he had just brought in, even if they already had all her files. They demanded to know what happened, and as this was a hospital for the likes of us and more, Demetri did not spare a detail. I find him covered in blood from chest down and I don’t have to ask to know it was not his. The feeling of guilt and incredible nausea wash over me with such force I feel like I am about to throw up as soon as Demetri’s gaze moes and meets mine. I can feel the judgment behind those green eyes.I could feel the fingers he mentally pointed at me in an accusatory way. Demetri yearned for a mate and he could simply not understand how does a mated wolf get in this situation? How does a mated wolf treat his mate in order to have her risk everything in the Moonfire Eclipse unbinding ceremony?I make my way towards him and fall i
The chants that ring and echo through the forest barely reach my ears anymore. There is a magic buzzing in the air that surrounds my body, that makes my skin prickle and turn to goosebumps as if it was tickling me. It could feel a mild tingle under my skin, but in the beginning everything seemed fine.It seemed....It was not long after when the contractions started. At first, they were dull and faint, making just some of my abdominal muscles spasm and contract. And of course, I thought this was just because of my anxiety. But they have become a bit harsher, a bit more insistent.It didn't matter... Nothing mattered now. I had to focus on Killian. I had to focus on me... I had to focus on my wish.A low grunt humms along with the strange chanting of thw witch who doesn't seem to pick on my discomfort. My arms wrap around my belly, my hands going underneath it and above it, Stroking it slowly, trying to soothe the strange contractions. I have read about them. Any pregnant woman does.F
As I get in the car, I get even more uneasy and anxious. Something was off and I am not sure if it was just the fact that the moon was completely covered by clouds and it felt as if nothing was alive, or if it was just a sense of anxiety because I was so damn close to fulfilling my wish.Nevertheless, it did not matter! I was very firm on my decision. Nothing could make me change my mind now! I needed this! Thalia gets in the car with me and I barely get to settle down before she drives off like a damn maniac, making my heart skip a beat.“Where exactly are we going?” I ask half heartedly. Maybe this was a good question to ask before I had climbed in the car…She looks at me for a brief second before looking ahead on the road. A car passes by us and I feel myself grow smaller in my seat. That must be Demetri’s car. Nonetheless, it seems that he doesn't actually notice us, because he drives past without a damn sign he will stop.Why does part of me wish he would…“It’s a bit of a more
I didn’t even know what to say. I had already made up my mind about it. I have even come in contact with the right person to perform the ceremony. I could not wait another hundred years for the Moonfire Eclipse to happen again. I did not want to live my life short and meaningless.. I did not want to die waiting hoping to feel what I want to feel, craving and longing for it the way I am doing now. But it seemed like Killian was very adamant about his decision. He would not support me in this /madness/ as so many called it. It slowly started to set in for me. That I did not ask for the proper support. That this was not something I should rely on others to support me through.I slowly look away from him and I feel his eyes move to me now. His breathing was shallow and uneven and I could tell he was fighting back his tears. It did not feel right to put more pressure on him though, so I leaned into him again and remained silent.The man let out a long sigh, his nose burying into my hair,
Killian runs out of the room like a whole damn storm, leaving nothing but splinters, broken things and pain. It was not as if it did not already hurt, but the turned back, the absolute betrayal I feel coming from him digs deep into my chest, pain pooling within my wounded heart.It was something to be expected, wasn’t it? Men were usually like that weren’t they? It was as it every and each one of them was a carbon copy of the previous one and so on and so forth. Our kind has seen them come and go, all as heartless as they made them. It was no surprise that he was just another brick in the wall- or at least that’s what I kept telling myself as I am once more in this god forsaken room I was slowly growing to hate.As my whole being shakes with my crying, the twins in my belly start getting fussy and agitated, kicking and moving tirelessly around as if they were on a damn dancefloor. It hurt, but it did not compare to the pain that was crashing over me in waves, as the sea crashed again
Her brows are narrowed and her eyes are dark and her attitude unmoving. She seemed to have made up her mind without even asking me first. As I turn to her again I find her staring at me as If I were the biggest baddest wolf there was in the woods.There was fear, tangled with anger and frustration, alongside guilt and sadness, and somehow, no matter how insane she just sounded, I could not just blow up right now. “You are pregnant -“ I start speaking, trying to find a logical way to reason with her.“Very observant of you!” She huffs and rolls her eyes, as she moves away from her spot on the window sill, to find a better spot to sit in.I follow her with my eyes, pinned in my spot in the middle of the room, trapped between rushing out of the door and lashing out at her to smack some sense into her.“Maddy.” I start, my voice low as I slowly saunter towards her, pinching the bridge of my nose with a low sigh escaping my lips. “The Moonfire Eclipse ceremony is a dangerous thing to do!”