Chapter Eight

Amante POV

                The icy squall encircles the silent sanctuary of the werewolf pack. Its howling is faint and subsists with the exasperated gasps of the crowd. It is entirely quiet and peaceful but is a total contrast to the wreaking havoc wolf inside my mind. Amaltheo is outraged at my intention to disregard my mate. He is clawing, growling, and smashing my walls of ascendancy to no avail. I am the master of my own! I look at Allyssa. Her face is somber and hurting I can see tears running down her smooth cheeks. I resist the slicing pain of guilt in my chest and stare at her in the eyes. Her emerald green eyes are sparkling with bitter bursts.

“Allyssa! You hear that. Then submit to me and I will keep your worthless life safe with me.”, my voice is so sweet an ignorant can mistake it for genuine kindness.

               Her glare penetrates deeply into the deepest part of my being. It looks like she can read in between my lines, can understand my lies, and can be tender with my betrayals. She is making me feel it is okay, she is okay, and will be okay as long as she can stay by my side. In her eyes, I feel free from guilt, rage, and suffering. My will is already waning and I see myself in a different yet not so foreign world of emotions, happy and complete. She gives me a fading smile, menacing in my eyes.

“I accept,” she said, ”you are my mate and your wish is my command!”, She let out a deep sigh and wipes away her tears.

               I never expect her abrupt change of submissiveness. It is giving me an impression of her hidden strength and I don’t like it. It scares me. And irritates me.

“There is no one else to command here but me!”, I roar and tremble at the intensity.

“I’m sorry, it’s just a…!”, she stops at her words when I harshly grab her by the shoulders.

“No arguing, no opinions, no nothing comes out of your filthy mouth, am I understood?!”, I could not help but shout at her. I can’t seem to control my emotions with her.

               I drag her out of the bewildered faces of my packmates, leaving them behind and not caring for their miseries, or inquiries nor their justifications of the matter. Alyssa is my mate and I will do whatever I want with her regardless of the pack's deep-seated aversion to her. I think it is better to keep her by my side as a slave who will satisfy my sexual needs than to let the court torture her to death. I will do that myself if I have to.

               My way up to my room on the third floor of the royal house is noisy and rough. I keep on intentionally dragging her despite her spoken willingness to comply. I speed up every time I feel her apt to keep up with me. I am holding her by the arms like a prisoner should be. Her height and gracefulness are a considerable advantage to her to maneuver the harsh hauling. I kick the door to my room open and push her on the carpeted floor. I hear her make a hushed grunt and feel a sting of pain on my left knee. I hurt her and Amaltheo makes a deafening growl inside my head. Marina walks past me and helps Allyssa up. I look at her in astonishment.

“What do you think you’re doing?”, I ask, all the while tilting my head in an interrogative manner and putting my hands on my waist.

“Helping her out of your childish acts. You shall not treat your mate that way especially in front of me!”, she said with firmness.

“She is a human!”, I blurted out with my brows arching like an erupting peak of a volcano.

“And she is! You can do nothing about it though!”, is her dismal answer.

               She walks to the closet and grabs a hanky. I watch her every move in awe as she goes to the bathroom, opens the sink. She comes back hurriedly with the damp cloth on her hands. She kneels in front of Allyssa and tends to her bleeding wounds. Mine naturally heals which is the reason why I do not have a medicine kit. Wait, why do I say that? Of course, there should not be a medicine kit in a werewolf house. I shouldn’t have thought of that in the first place. Ha! This human thing is taking a great toll on me. I need to get out of here and breathe in a werewolf air if there is such a thing.

“Whatever! Just watch out on her. Don’t let her wander around. I will ask the Alpha King to rectify her banishment on the spot by anybody who will see her outdoors.”, I said, that is just my way of scaring Allyssa out of her wits. I do not have the guts to do it yet, I think.

               I breathe in the chilly air once outside and a fair distance away from Allyssa. It has only been two days since I met her, but my world seems turned upside down already. Too many discoveries, eventful mysteries, and destructive tragedies happened when I found her. I am now doubting myself if my years of planning to sabotage the pack and be the Alpha King can still pull through considering I have found a weakness on my part. I used to exist only for myself, my dreams, and my supreme me. I was fueled with wrath and hungers for revenge. My thirst for power was unquenchable and I did all sorts of things to acquire it. I have now the undisputable physical capabilities and it should be noted for dominance over the pack. But my mate happened to be a human, a weak link to my extravagant and planned-for future. Why would my life be like this? Shall I kill her now, before she can damage me more? Can I really do that? I shake my head in annoyance. I am so distracted by Allyssa.