Crawl back to me

MARGE’S POV“You were never my Luna. You were just easier than being alone.” Zach said, his eyes scheming over me in disgust. “You should be happy I accepted you,” “I am,” I muttered. Those were words I vowed never to say again. Never to admit to the fact that being picked to be Zach’s bride was a privilege to me. Yet every single time I stood before him, my entire defense weakened. Zach tossed my clothes to the side and started inching closer. Every single step he took towards me sent my body quivering. It’s been four years now, yet his presence had the same effect on me. I could literally feel my blood vessels popping when he stopped two feet away from me. “Take your hands off,” he ordered. Slowly, I dropped my arms which were curled around my breast. His eyes darkened with lust as they watered down my nakedness. They wandered too long over my breasts before they lowered to my legs. He reached for my neck first, grazing my vein with his fingers. A tingling sensation rushed thro

MARGEI slammed the door the moment I got in. It took not less than two seconds before Zach stormed in after me. “What do you think you’re doing?” He barked. “I wasn’t doing anything,” “Then explain what you were doing with my brother in the restroom,”“First off, I had no idea he was your brother. And secondly, he was only being kind. Something you swore never to show me,”Zach scoffed, pacing angrily. I could feel the anger and tension exhuding from him. Yet I refused to believe it was merely because he saw me with Ryan. Then I remembered his favorite line and used it just exactly the way he does. “You’re overreacting,"He froze in his tracks, shot a stern look at me before matching up to my space. “You forget so quick that you belong to me,” “You gave me up, Zach. And I understand. What I don’t understand is why seeing me with Ryan is getting you this upset. You hate me, don’t you?” I asked. All I got was silence. The longer the silence stretched, the closer he inched until I

MARGEI didn’t hear anything else. The voices dropped too low, and my feet had gone cold on the marble by the time I remembered I was standing in a hallway that wasn’t mine, listening to a conversation that wasn’t mine either.I slipped back into my room and shut the door as quietly as I’d opened it.Sleep didn’t come easy after that. I kept turning his words over. She cannot stay here. Not that girl. Not in this house.I told myself it didn’t matter. I had nowhere else to go anyway.Morning came with sunlight I wasn’t used to. No servants banging on doors, no Zach summoning me before I’d even opened my eyes. Just birds outside the window and a silence so foreign it almost scared me.I dressed slowly, in something Ryan’s staff had left folded on the chair, soft green fabric, nothing like the drab things Zach used to hand down to me. I stared at myself in the mirror longer than I meant to.I still saw Large Marge. But for the first time in years, the mirror didn’t feel like an enemy.A

MARGE Every part of the castle felt new and had a strange feeling lingering around it. It was a sensation that came easily due to how silent we were as we walked through corridors and aisles. Fren didn’t stop until we had taken several turns away from our starting point. When the air began to feel thicker, I stopped walking. She didn’t notice until she’d moved a few inches away from me. Then she stopped. “What’s wrong?” “Where are we going?” I asked. She raised the lamp to her face. A small smile creeped through her cheeks. “Are you scared?” “Shouldn’t I be?” “You’re in the Lycan realm. You live under the protection of the Lycan king and his son. Who would dare touch you? You’re a treasure now,” “Yeah…” I breathed as I stole a glance behind. “That’s not convincing enough. I think we should head back,”“But we are…”“No,” I cut her short. “We’re heading back. Please,” “Fine,” her smile widened a little. “No pressure. Perhaps…some other time,”She led the way back to where we

MARGEI changed my dress three times the next morning.The first was too tight. The second was too bright. The third was the one Fren held up with a small smile."This one," she said. "Trust me."It was deep emerald, soft as water. It skimmed my waist and fell loose around my hips. The sleeves ended at my elbows. No tight corners. No hiding.I stood before the mirror and waited for the old voice. Large Marge.It came. But it was quieter."You look like a queen," Fren said."Don't say that word.""Why?""Because last night, a king nearly made me one in front of thirty people."She laughed and pinned my hair back. Her fingers were gentle. Almost too gentle. "Then let them wonder."A knock came at the door.Ryan stood in the hallway in a plain dark coat, no crown, no guards. His eyes dropped to my dress, then lifted fast to my face."You look…" He cleared his throat. "Good. You look good."Heat crawled up my neck. "Thank you.""I thought we could leave the palace," he said. "Walk the tow