Elementals and Alphas

Ch 35

Robin's POV

I had that nightmare again. That illusion that Ashton seared into my brain. He's too noble to do that to a girl before he's married to her. That would be against their Royal Laws. Instead Ashton pictured it. Shawn took that moment and broadcasted it into my mind. There really was nothing I could do. I'm practically powerless given tomorrow is my birthday. My 17th birthday. The day I am supposed to die, or become Ashton's queen. So, either way is death.

The real things that happened were everything but him kissing hand touching me that way. He did, however, hit and-ugh-feed off of me. He really did cut my jugular a bit and drink, the psycho. Thankfully my blood was slightly toxic so him, given he has no soul and I'm sorta dying. And because of that he let his goons loose on me. The rouges took please in beating me up. They gave me a busted lip, a broken wrist, multiple bruises, and probably a slight concussion.

My hair is almost all black now, I have one strip of my normal hair left. I just feel like I'm dying, but the pain is dulled slightly. Before I could elaborate My not-so-peaceful sleep was rudely interrupted by a snarling Derek that looked like he could kill someone if they blinked.

Derek's eyes were glowing a vivid yellow, which should be impossible in this silver prison. "He touched you?"

"What? No! How?" I spluttered. How could he have known.

This just seemed to anger his inner beast further. "Don't lie to me. I saw it."

"Shh. Calm down." I soothed the angry wolf. "It was just a vision, an empty threat. He never touched me like that. I swear."

Slowly, he calmed down. It took the greater part of 15 minutes, a lot of promises, and too much growling for my taste. Eventually his eyes were back to their normal slate grey. Darker at the center and lighter at the edges of his irises. So dark in the middle that they blend in with his pupils.

"Robin, your hair, why is it black?" He inquired, playing with one of the wavy black strands.

"I'm sort of dying." I said just to avoid hours of arguing if I dodged the question.

"That means I'm dying too." He sighed and dropped the strands.

Nothing really needed to be said after that. Or really could've been said. I sat there on his lap. On his lap?

"Why?" I questioned jest gesturing to my position.

"I don't see the problem." He shrugged, a small smirk creeping into his face.

"I figured." Grumbling obviously wasn't going to help.

The silver dungeon put was so frigid and cold that Derek was shivering. His black had frost on it in areas. I had no choice but to snuggle. It was fine, I was warm, but still kinda mad at him. He did kiss Vanessa after all, but when he nuzzled my neck I winced in pain.

Ashton may not have touched me, but he was a (insert whatever you feel like here) and used me as a to-go snack.

"What?" Derek wondered concerned. He moved away the black locks to see a nasty looking black slit on my jugular. That's what a scratch from a fang does. doesn't help that he drank from it either.

Derek examined it intently for few minutes. "What...I don't understand why you aren't unconscious, or dead."

"Why? It's just a scratch?" I wondered.

"It is, but you told me you would be on the edge of death today. Plus, it's black. That's..."

"That's what?" I asked getting irritated that I can never get a straight answer.