Warning: there's matured language featured in this chapter!
The Present.....
I took my candle and wore my Mary Jane shoes, not wanting to dwell on my past memories that have in one way or the other tormented me for the past four days.
I'll never forget the first time I had sex with Mak, or like I preferred to call him, the faceless man. It was an experience that I could simply never describe, never explain or never get anyone to even understand. He literally fucked my brains out and our encounters didn't end at that single afternoon in my bedroom. It continued on religiously for years. I initiated a game that I simply wasn't ready for because I wanted something. That something I wanted, I knew would take time just like I know that what I need from Enzo would also take time.
Powerful men or men in positions of power don't just give you what you want on a platter of gold. They aren't built that way. They are built to resist!
Eventually, I got exactly what I wanted but that didn't stop the passionate yet brutal nights in that man's bed. For the life of me, he just didn't know how to be gentle with a girl. It was impossible for him. And he kept me for years as his mistress because I was the only girl that for some reason, he didn't risk seriously or permanently damaging from his sexual barbarism. For some reason, my body was built to take all that roughness and savagery. In fact, it even went as far as liking it.
I remember how I was always bedridden for at least a day after any form of intercourse with Mak or how he wouldn't meet me when I had a mission for fear of foiling it by leaving countless bruises over my skin or leaving me unable to walk properly for a few days. Eventually, my body adapted to being so brutalised and it would heal itself faster or numb itself to the pain.
How my skin remained flawless and without scars was only the moon's miracle. Mak would leave every part of me lined with bruises upon bruises but I would always wake up by the fourth or fifth day and my skin would have completely healed itself, looking even better than before he touched me. Mak always commented on this so-called phenomenon, this so-called glow of my skin. Then, of course, he would touch me again and the cycle would go on.
This went on for three years. Three years of being the mistress of the very man whose scent always sent chills down my spine and threatened to crush it. A man who no matter how many times I slept with him or how much he lavished on me because of the fact that I was his mistress, every time his eyes found mine, deep fear grew within my heart. He was calculative and unpredictable and was only intrigued by me because I kept him on his toes with my mind games and daring attitude and also he could do whatever he wanted with my body and my body was just built to take it so he never had to worry or focus on badly hurting me.
Apart from the fact that I betrayed him and his organisation by leaving, we did have good times. For one, he is the only person I ever actually enjoyed having sex with. Everyone else other than him was too vanilla and boring for my tastes. Even when they were rough, they lacked the zest and passion that actually made me as eager as I was with Mak to jump into his bed. He made me forget. He made me forget a lot. Only one other person ever actually made me forget like that.
And the moon knew I had a lot of things that I truly needed to forget.
But the fact I could never actually remember Mak's face after our encounters always threw me off course. It was like I had to always relearn his face. I remembered his mannerisms, how his ring looked like, his voice and his smell. I even remembered his clothes but I never remembered his face. In fact, from the few people who had seen him that I had spoken to, they also said that they never remembered his face either.
Whenever I asked him why I couldn't remember his face, he ignored the question outrightly and either ended our meeting abruptly or initiated sex. Till now, no matter how hard I tried, I just could not remember his face.
I searched the halls and I walked through them, trying to make sure that no one saw me. Most people were out shifting right now. It was 9 pm and just that time of night for that. The mansion was usually almost empty until around midnight because it was mostly routine to shift in this pack.
Unfortunately, as much as there were a lot of things that I needed to forget, there were just a lot of things I just couldn't forget like how three very significant people who were out for my neck. They included the Assassins' Leader - Mak, an Alpha - Kai and a very powerful witch - Nessa. Two Alphas if you included Logan, I guess but he was the least intimidating one. If he wasn't partnered with Nessa, I would have killed him and taken over his pack by now. I mean Alpha Raven does have a nice ring to it.
Regardless, I needed to hurry up and get that fucking stone and get the hell out of here.
During the past four days, I hadn't left my room. I was still upset about the whole Willow situation and getting slapped so I refused to come down for breakfast or lunch and so either Tinley or Indigo brought my food upstairs to me. Also, did I ever mention that no one ate lunch in this pack? They ate only two meals a day because they felt like the body only needed two meals and an extra meal was just being gluttonous when so many others didn't have anything to eat at all. Kids were excluded from this rule though. So instead, people prepared lunch but took it to the market or special homes and handed it over to the wolves there who couldn't afford to cook or eat anything. I found it nice that charity was a big part of this pack's culture.
Tinley had told me that Enzo had asked her why I wasn't eating the meals with everyone and I had to hold myself back from rolling my eyes. Like as if he didn't know about the humiliating situation. So, in order to make him feel worse, I rejected my dinner for both last night and this night and boy did hunger rake through me. I consoled myself with the fact that I needed to go on a diet anyway as all the rich food and dairy in this pack had caused me to gain some and unneeded weight. Despite my tantrum of rejecting food and not leaving my room, Enzo had not made any effort to meet me. It stung if I was being honest. Indigo and Tinley also refused to tell me what really happened with Willow. The secrecy surrounding the matter made absolutely no sense to me. Honestly speaking, who was I even going to tell?
Well, I'll just have to reject all my meals until Enzo feels guilty enough to come and meet me to make amends. Bonus points if I actually lose a lot of weight and my eyes become sunken in the process.
As my legs went onto the floor that was forbidden for me to trespass onto, I held my breath.
It was the third floor of this huge mansion. The floor reserved only for special guests and the Alpha's family. From my observations, I knew that Enzo, Tinley and Erica's husband - Jude would all be out at this time. Erica would be with Enys now trying to get him to sleep or something. And as if on cue, I heard the child wail. Oh boy, I definitely did not miss sitting next to that terror at our meals.
I scanned all the rooms wondering which was most likely to be Enzo's. When I saw the grand door that sat lonely at the end of the hall, I knew it was bound to be his. I rushed to it, making sure my candle lamp didn't go out. I half expected it to be locked so I took out a hairpin, ready to tweak the knob.
It wasn't locked.
I placed my ear against the door to listen to make sure that no one was inside. It was as silent as a graveyard so I entered inside. I closed the door as silently as possible, making sure that the click of the doorknob was almost whispered to the wind.
The minute I saw the grand piano that sat in the middle of the bedroom, I confirmed my suspicions that indeed, this was Enzo's room. I looked around and there was also a huge king-sized bed that was unmade but other than that, the room seemed spotless beneath the illuminating presence of the moonlight. There was a large glass window where moonlight filtered in with no restrictions. I was drawn to the piano but soon realised that I had no time and needed to search. I didn't know how much time I had but I estimated ten to fifteen minutes just to be on the safe side.
There was a bookshelf, wardrobe, side tables, a study table and chair. It was similar to my room except the furniture was so much bigger. So much grander. I decided to start with the side tables. Maybe I could find a clue or some key or something although I suspected that an Alpha like Enzo wouldn't just leave the blue moonstone lying around. In fact, I didn't think that any Alpha would.
I ran there to open the drawer but before I could, something stopped me.
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
I stood up instantly but it was too late. The bathroom door which I had carelessly forgotten to check had opened fully. I couldn't hide nor escape now.
Enzo stood there with a towel draped lowly on his hips as he looked at me puzzled.
The candle went out as a huge gust of wind attacked the room suddenly and I gulped. Oh Raven, you really dug your grave with this one.
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Oh no! oh no! Oh no no no nooooooooo!!!!!
Happy New Year everyone! Hope it's a beautiful one🖤❤️
Predictions for what will happen next and thoughts on Raven's past?
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