Clary's POV
1 month later
My paws are numb as I wander across the cold gray stone under me, I'm walking aimlessly through the pack village; large white stone houses lining the makeshift streets we had made up in the mountains.
I'm losing myself and I know it, I just didn't know it would take so long. The Mate bond is pretty much non existent at this point and its killing me.
He probably feels nothing, he probably wants to forgot everything that happened.
"Clary." A few pack-members pass by, bowing their heads in respect while gazing at me suspiciously. I nodded back and kept walking, not caring what they thought of me wandering around. It wasn't like I felt welcome back home.
I had practically failed my job as a spy, the information I had gathered had been totally useless. I growled to myself and swatted at a rock, I hated the fact that I was now completely, and utterly alone.
"We have Elijah." My Wolf spat sarcastically.
I looked up and saw him with a group females, their eyes staring at him with lust and flirtatious glances, Elijah enjoying the whole situation. But I didn't feel anything, I wasn't going to be jealous, he could do what ever he wanted.
They were standing in front of the pack house, where I had accidentally wandered to.
My white coat blew forward, carrying my scent to them through the chilled wind. Elijah lifted his head and broke away from the others, then began walking over to me.
I told myself to be respectful, but that hadn't been my stronghold when it came to my confronting my arraigned fiancée .
"Where have you been?" He asked quietly. His grey eyes bore into mine and I glared at him. I looked quickly over his shoulder and watched the girls stare at me with jealously, their dark eyes watching us.
I scoffed lowly. "Doesn't matter, I'm going inside now." I stated into his thick head, he doesn't own me. Issac does. My heart sank in my chest at the thought of him.
Backing away from Elijah, I lowered myself to the ground slightly, springing forward and landing atop the roof of the pack house.
My window was open, the silk curtains fluttering in the wind slightly. I slipped through it, not looking back.
I shifted back, my spine shortening and fur and claws disappearing, and looked in the mirror next to me. My room was simple, not very personalized but it was mine.
Sighing I ran my fingers through my unruly hair, and huffed aloud when I gave up on the tangled mess. As I stared forward I tried to imagine Issac's mark on my porcelain skin.
My thin fingers brushed over the spot where my neck met my shoulders, wishing things could've been much different. But an easy life would never be possible for someone like me.
A soft whimper in my head told me to stop thinking about him, it would only bring pain. I wanted to think about Issac all the time, what he was doing, what had happened after I left?
A loud growl from My Wolf shut up my pitiful thoughts. I shook my head and shuffled over to my dresser to get a pair of dark jeans and an old sweater, pulling them on and closing the drawer.
The sound of feet hitting the floor made me jump, I opened my mouth to scream out in surprise; but I was instantly cut off by a large hand.
My eyes took in Elijah's grey one's as he stood in front of me, one hand over my mouth and the other behind my head. I narrowed my gaze at him and bit his finger, hard.
"Ow! Jeez, what the-" He stared.
"Get out of my room Elijah." I snapped. Did he really just follow me through my window? I need to start closing that thing.
"No. We have to talk." His rubbed his hand dramatically and I rolled my eyes. I knew we would have to talk sooner or later, but I was hoping for later.
Walking silently to the bed I sat indian style and picked at the knit blankets, waiting for him to speak up. I didn't quite want to be alone in my room with him, My Wolf hated the idea, but I had to hear what he wanted to say.
Elijah took in my silent form, probably not expecting me to be so obedient. His dark hair stood up, away from his forehead and his grey eyes were so similar to the cold stone of the mountains outside.
My bed dipped as he sat next to me, watching my fingers as they fidgeted with the loose strands in the blanket.
"Why did you put your hand on my mouth when you came in? Usually if someone wants to talk, they don't cover the others mouth." I whispered into the silent room.
"So you wouldn't yell for anyone." He said. I looked at him, eyebrows raised and slightly frightened. "You always call for someone, or make excuses when I try to talk to you, Clary."
It was true, I was avoiding him; well I was avoiding almost everyone at the moment.
"You don't seem to mind, you have plenty of other girls that aren't ignoring you." I mumble, noticing that I felt a small tinge of jealously towards the clingy females outside.
I heard him chuckle lowly, and I looked up again, slightly glaring.
"Where have you been, Clary?" He asked again, but this time I knew he wasn't talking about where I was physically. I was emotionally still back at the Saltus Pack, not here.
I looked up at the ceiling, blinking back tears. I wanted him to leave, he was making me upset and I didn't want his comfort. Even though it would be nice to be held, by anyone.
He looked slightly uncomfortable from the corner of my eye. Elijah and I had never quite know eachother well, we were just two pure-bloods thrown together and told we belonged to one another.
I jumped slightly at a hand coming and rubbing small circles on my back. My Wolf growled in my head, but I silenced her, needing some comfort.
"I'm here." I whispered, not trusting my voice. "I just don't know why." I added, knowing he wouldn't see my word's true meaning.
"What do you mean?" Elijah replied after trying to figure me out.
Why was I talking to him about all this? And why was he being so nice? My head throbbed with confusion and My Wolf's uneasiness.
"I'm sorry, I know you don't want to talk about me." I quickly recovered. "You came in here to talk about us, I know you did."
Elijah's features looked concerned for a second, but then it flickered away and dissolved, probably never being there. He shook his head and looked down.
"I did. Your father suggested that we you know, get more comfortable with eachother...And, well-" He trailed off and I knew he was uncomfortable.
I sort of wanted to laugh, he was always composed and brutal, never faltering around his friends or a group of girls. His confident walls were falling and I was kind of enjoying watching it.
"He wanted me to mark you." Elijah finally whispered.
I froze. My blue eyes widening considerably and mouth opening in shock. Did my father really say that to Elijah? My Wolf snapped and snarled not wanting him anywhere near us now.
Elijah's expression changed and he backed away from me, his back hitting the headboard and eyes staring at me in a weird way.
I felt a sharp pain in my lip, telling me my canines had came out. The bed sheets were ripping from my claws and I'd imagine my eyes were darkening in rage.
"Clary, come on now. You knew he would tell me to soon. Its been months since he put us together. Usually Mates mark eachother instantly-"
"We aren't Mates!" I spat at him. No. He wouldn't be coming near me at all and I don't care what my father said, I wasn't his.
His eyes narrowed and he started moving towards me, but I was still froze with rage. Thoughts of my father and what he said running through my head, paralyzing me.
"Yes we are." Elijah whispered in my ear, causing me to jump once I noticed how close he was to me. My hands moved to push him away but he caught them in one of his, a free hand coming to run down my throat and along my neck.
I growled lowly. "You are mine, you can't have anyone else anyway, Clary. Why do you push me away?" He spoke more loudly this time
"Because of Issac" I wanted to scream. I wanted my Mate so badly, I didn't want Elijah's cold hands on me, and I didn't want his mark on my skin.
I snatched my hands away and swatted at his face, his head had moved down slightly and his mouth was getting dangerously close to my neck.
Four claw marks were left on his cheek, the pale skin now bleeding with crimson. My Wolf huffed in triumph but started growling again when the wound began to heal before my eyes.
Elijah closed his eyes and balled his hands into fists. I would be scared, but I knew I was stronger then him, Alpha blood coursing through my heated veins.
"I push you away, because I don't want you. I don't want anyone." I struggled to say the last part of my sentence, knowing there was someone I desperately wanted.
A deep growl sounded around the room from Elijah. I wondered what the people in the pack house thought was going on in here, but I didn't care, I wanted to get my point across. I wasn't accepting him.
Before I could react, his body was on mine and my mouth was covered by his. My eyes widened in horror and I tired to wiggle out from underneath him.
My hips rubbed against his and I was disgusted at my position, but he was clearly enjoying himself. I pulled at his hair trying to get his face away from mine, earing a low growl that vibrated his whole chest.
My Wolf, fed up with Elijah's body on ours, took control and bit his low lip with sharp canines. I had bit him twice today, he needed to catch on that I didn't want him touching me.
Ripping his mouth away from me, I caught my breath and glared at him with pure anger. He better not do that again, ever.
I used my legs and kicked him off me, almost hitting him inbetween the legs, but he dodged my blow.
"Never do that again, Elijah, I mean it." I snapped. He was now standing up and I wanted nothing more for him to leave the way he came.
He whipped at his bloody lip and shrugged. "Whether you want it to or not, it will. You're mine Clary, start acting like it."
Before I could yell back, he jumped back out the window and disappeared. Why did I let him talk to me, or let him stay in my room? Of course that was going to happen.
I shuttered, feeling used and violated in my own skin. My Wolf who was usually strong, was quiet in my mind; probably shutting herself away after what just happened.
I don't know what he was thinking, if you hold on to someone that hard and force them into things, it doesn't make them love you. I hated him, and I don't think I'd ever love him.
Getting into the shower, I attempted to scrub away all traces of Elijah; feeling like I let Issac down by even smelling like him.
Issac. I imagined him being here with me, our bodies pressed together under the scalding water and lips not forceful, but passionate.
For the first time since I returned home, I let the tears fall.
A/N
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