Chapter 7: Mated With Blood: 7
I was still on the floor. His presence was radiating a power I never knew existed before. Now I could understand the power he had over his people. The power he had over me.
"Is this whore on the floor the best you can do?"
It was the first time he ever spoke to me. His voice was inhumanely terrifying. And just like that- all of my excitement was gone. It was not what he said- that did it for me. It was the way he said it. There was no trace of mockery in his voice. Nor was there any desire to hurt my feelings or degrade me in any way possible. He was simply stating his real feelings about me. Observations he made in this few short moments we shared.
"What?" I blurted out as, If I was feeling dizzy after a night of drinking heavily.
"You are never going to make it."
I was feeling even more confused than I already was. What was he talking about? Fuzzily I looked at his direction trying to focus the shape of his figure in this all consuming darkness.
"There are people coming. One look at you and they will know."
He continued with his voice that I want nothing but to hide from. What he said made no sense but it succeeded in making me feel on the edge.
"What people? Know what?"
I questioned, surprising myself with my own strength to talk back to that monstrous voice.
"You must learn to control it. They are too loud."
"I don't understand. What are you talking about? What is - too loud?"
"Everything about you is too loud. Your body temperature, heart rate, height of your voice. They all speak the same story."
There was something sinister in the way he ended the sentence.
"And what story is that?" My mouth felt drier each time I opened my mouth.
"The smell of your arousal won't make them reconsider." He added and it was the first time I noticed a mockery tone in his voice.
"And the urine- pathetic." I could swear I heard disgust in the way he said it.
"What do you even want from me?" I asked without hiding my irritation with him.
He locks me for 18 years and when he finally meets me all he does is humiliate me and make me even more confused then I already was.
"I want you to give them- nothing. Or they will kill you."
My mind was racing like crazy. He wants me to shut down my urges for him. To control them to the point that nothing is left. I can't do that. No werewolf could ever control it to that extent. Whoever he is speaking about- I can't fool them. I can't fool anyone. They will know and they will kill me.
As, if he knew what I was thinking about he said something that terrified me beyond imaginable. "If it comes to that, I won't intervene. Do you understand?"
My whole world crushed. I realized, dying is not what I am scared of. Not having his love is. That realization hit me harder than expected. Saying I don't have his protection is the biggest - fuck you- I could get from him.
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