Leilani.
’My mates will never do sothing like that!’ was the first thought I had before I realized how stupid it sounded.
How weird. How utterly naive I would seem by saying sothing as obnoxious as that.
I an, these sa mates have been the ones to torture . To hurt and treat so poorly. So why the hell would I think differently about them now?
Why do I, for any reason, think that Zevran with all of his kindness, cannot team up with his brothers to hurt ?
I vaguely rembered how he’d helped that day. How he had driven to his so-called ’safety’, and now, I could not help but think that maybe... just maybe it was part of the plan. That maybe he’d done that to make it seem more believable...
"Or maybe he’d done it for you to easily trust him." Darius completed for , slipping into the barriers of my head like it was his second ho. And that made frown deeply.
"Get out of my head!" I spat, rolling my eyes when he threw his hands up and bowed his head.
Goddess, he didn’t even seem apologetic as he muttered the words; "I’m sorry."
And deciding that I didn’t want to deal with him right now, I turned away. At that ti, my eyes darted back to my security guard still pinned against the floor, and I felt sothing akin to rage bubble up within , even if it was for a second as I turned to the girl— Samantha— and seethed; "Get off him!"
She paused, looked at then at Darius and then shook her head slowly. "I’m sorry, I can’t. I don’t take orders from—"
"Let him go!" I yelled at the top of my voice, my breath catching when she was shoved backward by an invisible force and a loud cracking sound followed by a scream pierced through the air.
Her back hit the wall behind her with a loud crash, and I saw sothing akin to admiration mixed with fear appear on Darius’s face before he turned back to , his voice dropping a few notches as he drawled;
"You’re angry."
I rolled my eyes but said nothing. I didn’t want to talk to him anymore.
"You’re letting your anger rule you... and people like you should not allow that. You should be very conscious of—"
"You an to tell that I’m ant to wear a tutu and dance around my car after hearing that my mates had paid so unruly Lycans to attack ?"
"They are rogues, mamacita." He sassed, coming to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear as he looked down at , his purple eye swirling with so strange kind of glint as he leaned closer.
And goddess, as soon as his fingers brushed over my skin, that weird chill erupted along the length of my spine again. I shuddered slightly but deciding to act brave, I folded my arms across my chest and began to huff and puff, scrunching up my nose when his overwhelming cologne filled my nostrils.
"Darius..."
"Yes, love."
Ewwww!
"Those two things an the sa thing." I said dryly, "Unruly Lycans and rogues. All I am trying to say now is that I am mad after hearing that they were sent to attack by my mates."
"And why are you mad?" He asked suddenly— too suddenly; thus making my throat go dry. "Do you still harbor so stupid affection for them?"
I didn’t know how to respond to that or how to tell him that even though I wasn’t so surprised, it still felt like betrayal in a way.
Gosh, it even felt worse knowing that they’ve been pretending to be nice to these past few weeks.
I sighed. "Because we’re mates and that’s how it is. Have you no mate?"
My question made him freeze slightly. His eyes thinned only a little and then he smiled— like really smiled. He said. "I had one."
Had. The keyword here is ’had.’
"And?"
"She’s dead." He answered, looking dead in the eyes. No explanations. No nothing.
When I turned away this ti, it wasn’t because I couldn’t stand him. It was because I felt sorry for him. I felt sorry for what he may have gone through. But at the sa ti, the way I felt at the mont was nothing compared to the discomfort his presence was causing to .
I heard a groan from behind him and when my eyes went there, I was stunned to see that Samantha was still sprawled on the floor with blood dripping down the corners of her nose and mouth.
That made wonder how I had done it. How I had managed to pull it off and cause a full-blooded lycan so much pain that she could hardly stand up.
At this thought, my eyes dropped to my hands and I shuddered slightly. And I know that this may sound stupid but I wanted to go help her up. But just as I made to move, Darius spoke up again, his deep voice carrying a weird chill as he hissed;
"She would be fine and don’t need your help."
I stopped. "However, the person who needs help is you. You are in danger."
I knew that already. I knew it from the very first day I heard about Louis. And from the first ti I discovered that I had sothing to do with these Lycans. So I shrugged and asked;
"What kind of danger?"
"Your family kind of danger. Your sister is plotting to have you eliminated. Your mates are no good either. Your friend, Jarek is on the verge of completely going feral. Your mother is probably chilling in her cell and that bastard, Malakai is not going to go down without a fight— not like he has so much fight left anyways." He said, counting off all of my troubles like they were nothing.
His words put on edge and made flustered in a way because I couldn’t help but wonder how he knows so much about and I could swear that I’ve never spoken about them to him.
However, I was just about to ask him that, when he continued coldly. He said; "I can help you."
I didn’t want his help. I didn’t want him around .
"No, thank yo—"
"I am the only one who can relate to the things you’re experiencing. Gosh, I was also fed Moonveil draught at so point because my father, the coward, was too scared of the powers I possessed..."
"You an our father?" I cut in, interrupting and I noticed the way his eyes flashed again before he shook his head.
"No."
"Wait, I don’t get you." I hissed in frustration. "You told the last ti that your father is my father and that we are siblings."
"I know what I told you Lani!" He spat, almost yelling, "... but I lied."
Oh, bloody hell!
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