I was quick to leave the kitchen, moving towards the room that I had claimed. So much was going on in my head.
He had hugged me, he had cared. During the break in he was worried about me. No one ever worried about me. No one had ever cared. What was this strange foreign feeling in my chest again?
I knew that he was a monster, I had watched him transform into an animal with my very own eyes more than once and I had now heard his story. He was not even of this world.
To act like he was simply a crazed lunatic and ignoring the severity of this situation would not help me. I needed to consider all sides of this equation. I was not a stupid white girl living in denial, and this was no teen fiction novel. The evidence was laid out before me, I needed to accept it. But I could not accept one thing.
A soul mate. I slammed the door to the bedroom and paced back and forth, running my hands through my hair.
I needed my independence, I couldn't be trapped. I had plans for my future. And those plans didn't involve being the pet of some mythical creature.
I paused, looking towards the ensuite door. "Fuck it."
My clothes were off in half a second and I moved to the shower, turning it on.
Steam poured from the shower as I stepped under the scorching hot streams of water, washing away everything from the day.
I sighed, massaging my neck. Why was everything so difficult? I seemed so sure of everything only a couple of days beforehand. Now I felt as though I knew nothing.
But that was before I knew the truth, about the universe and about myself.
I felt like screaming as I slumped onto the shower floor, my head falling into my hands. Salty tears streamed down my face, disappearing down the drain with the rest of the water.
So apparently I was soul mates with an immortal vampire werewolf from another world. I knew that it was true, I had seen the evidence. I knew that human kind was never on the top of the food chain now, and all I could do was cry. I laughed.
There was no chance of ever escaping. I was stuck with an otherworldly monster for the rest of eternity.
My brother would have sent his best men to recover me, his best men, and now they were both dead. If they couldn't even make it past security without being detected, then no one else could. After all, the only person who could do better than them, was me.
I slowly stood, my knees shaky and my face twisted with a mad smile. I had only been here for a couple days, yet he was unravelling everything that I had so carefully created.
A couple days ago, I myself was the monster. I was a merciless killer, shaped by a torturous childhood, and sealed by murdering my very own mother. Now, for some reason everything was changing. Those sparks when we touched, they did something to me. And now the wall that I had so very carefully crafted to keep away the bad memories, to keep me sane, was crumbling down. It was falling down around me.
I turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around my body, moving to stand in front of the mirror.
My hair hung loosely, black as a raven, an uncontrollable mess of curls. My eyes stared back at me, green, gold and brown. The eyes of my father. The eyes that I hated. The eyes that caused me so much fear. The eyes that still terrorised my dreams.
"I won't let it happen." I whispered. "I can't."
But the truth was that I was helpless to stop it. I had begun feeling, and I had no choice but to run.
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Clarissa was lying next to me, her naked back to my gaze. Ever since my darling Stephinia had died at only seventeen, this was the only way that I could fill the empty void that she had left behind.
Sex.
And what a wonderful thing it was.
I got out of bed and pulled my robe into place. Clarissa knew the rules. She would be gone as soon as she woke. It was how it always worked. I would summon a random female to my bedroom every night, regardless of whether or not they had a mate, and we would have sex. And everyone was powerless to stop it. They would leave as soon as they woke up and life would carry on, like I had never took from them in a way that only their mate should. Like I had never ruined them.
Alpha, Alpha Robert? A quiet voice cut through my mental silence. He knew not to disrupt my morning routine unless it was urgent. Silent chatter from other wolves mind links began to funnel through, like static on an old television.
What? I bit back, grinding my teeth.
The neighbouring pack's Alpha, Domitius, he has found his mate. He will no longer accept your daughter, Stefanie.
I swept the expensive china from my desk, listening as it shattered on the floor. The noise woke Clarissa and she rushed to clean it up, kneeling beside me. Anger coursed through my body and I resisted the urge to hit her.
"What is the problem, lord?" She whispered, keeping her head down as she picked up the broken shards.
"Nothing of your concern, whore," I spat.
Stefanie was not actually my child, but a tool that I used at my own freewill. She was an abandoned child that we had found in the woods many years ago. And she was supposed to be the tool that helped me conquer the great Domitius's pack. She was supposed to serve a purpose, but now she was just as useless as any other whore. I could not care less for her, she was referred to as my daughter for other reasons entirely. If she died tomorrow I would not even grant her a funeral.
I stormed out of the room, heading straight for the kitchen. I knew that she would be there eating breakfast.
As I moved down the hallway, many people stopped and bowed their heads, some even offering me good mornings. I ignored them all.
"Stefanie," I hissed, walking into the kitchen.
She sat at the breakfast bar, her brown hair straightened and her blue eyes empty of happiness. Just how I liked it. Once she noticed my presence she quickly stood and came over to my side, bowing her head. "Good morning daddy," she whispered, kissing my cheek.
I shook my head. "Now now, Stephanie. What's this I hear about Domitius finding a mate."
She looked up, wrath flashing through her pale eyes. "What?"
"You heard me darling," I said, my fingers digging into her side. She winced. "Now, sweetheart, how much is that going to fuck up our plan?"
"A lot," she whispered, and I slapped her. She fell to the ground and quickly moved onto her knees.
Her hands balled into fists.
"I can't let this happen."
I nodded. "That's right, and you won't. Will you?"
"I won't. I'll handle it right now." She whispered.
"Not quite yet, sweetheart. Daddy needs you to do something first."
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Happy new year! Has anyone got any resolutions?
Mine was to write a goddamn chapter.
So here we have it, a simple filler chapter. Yes, Robert is an asshole. He's meant to be an asshole, and I hate him so very much.
Remember Stefanie? She was mentioned in one of the early chapters -I'm too lazy to go back and find the specific one- but yeah, she exists.
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It would be a fabulous start to my 2017.