Chapter 6: Faded Resistance

Just then a faint knock came on the door. From the way it sounded I could tell it was Thane, gentle yet wanting.

“Willow,” he gave up knocking and called my name out. “Fate had decided. We ought to mark you now.”

What nonsense! I thought to myself. I’m rejecting this…I’m rejecting my mates.

I jumped on my feet in anger ready to scream it to their faces then shut the door back again, but as I opened the door I met with Thane’s cold gaze.

He had a pair of scissors and some bandages, “Let me see your leg.”

That was so cute of him. My head was drizzling with thoughts, my heart pouring with emotions.

I didn’t know whether to let them pound my misery out of me, or to drown in it and listen to my other much innocent minded personality.

I looked away in confusion and sighted Zane who turned around as soon as our eyes met. Then I turned to Axel, he was in front of the man that injured me.

“What’s wrong?” Thane questioned, he caressed my face. “It seems there’s already a brawl to take your father’s position in the pack. You’re the rightful heir. Their alpha, they will worship you like queen. I and my brothers will make sure of that.”

The strange man chuckled scornfully, “Don’t fill her head with fairytales. The little girl will never be alpha. She cannot lead us.”

Zane walked to him casually and ducked in front of him, “Oh she will. But then again you’re right.” He smirked, “She can’t lead a dead man.”

In the same second Zane pulled out a dagger from his belt and planted it in the man’s skull, walking back to his seat again with a grin.

I clenched my thighs at how violently he just defended me. Did the last 24 hours change them? They used to mock me and tease my weakness. What happened? Who made them think I can lead a whole pack?

Before I could even move an inch Thane carried me up his shoulders and walked to the only couch in the room, dropping me gently on it.

“Let me see the injury,” he requested.

I gasped for breath. I still haven’t decided what to do with them. I want to resist the bond so badly, but at the same time how come I want to accept it so badly. Why does a part of me want them to mark me immediately? When did I become so indecisive?

“Willow,” Thane snapped my mind back to reality. “Your leg.”

I gently pulled the edge of my shorts up, some parts of me trying to resist.

“Oh God,” Thane stretched the bondage, measuring with the scissors on where to cut.

There was awkward silence, every one of us staring at each other and looking away, even Thane who was working on me. I didn’t know what they were thinking but my mind was a huge slut, it had no shame.

As soon as Thane grabbed my thighs, a surge of tension ran through my spine. It wasn’t pain, it was something else.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I nodded, my lips emitting a low tone.

As if this was a setup Thane stopped and took off his shirt before continuing the operation again.

What the fuck! I gazed at his manly frame, moist with sweat. Did the mate bond make him more irresistible?

I tried to look away but I couldn’t, I liked every bit of it. It calmed me from my scared little state.

All the dirty thoughts I’ve ever had about them began to pour in my head, brawling with the fresh trauma that lurked around.

I subconsciously shook my head aggressively trying to swing off the thought and paused as I realized myself, hoping no one did notice to avoid questions. I froze and stared at Zane and Axel; Axel was staring with an innocent look.

I bowed my head and met Thane’s gaze. His orbs were fixed on me like he could see my conflicted soul. My body started trembling with mild vibrations, like I was scared of doing what I’ve always wanted for the past 3 years. Our eyes locked, I could hear my breath, I could hear the static rhythm of my heartbeat.

I could feel every bit of the moment with the breeze brushing through my skin. I could hear the faint singing of the crickets outside, but I couldn’t hear my own little voice of resistance. I was open to whatever was about to happen, I wanted to see how it’d feel.

Sensing the vulnerability and mixed desire in my eyes, Thane stood up slowly and crawled up on me, reaching for a kiss when Zane’s angry loud voice distracted us…

“Hey!” Zane yelled and jumped off his seats while I quickly looked away in shame. “Are we being real right now? 5 hours ago we just lost 3 people that meant the world to all of us and the only things your sick minds can think about are your personal desires?”

He slapped his forehead and returned back to the center table where he sat, “This fucking people.”

“I’d… I’d stand guard outside,” Axel left the room escaping the tension that wrapped us.

“I’d go wash my hands,” Thane packed up the box and headed to the kitchen.

I was most embarrassed. I looked away from Zane, I didn’t want our eyes to meet at all. He was right, I should be ashamed.

I folded my knees into my arms on the chair and buried my face, wrestling my guilt-filled thoughts. Then for some reason I suddenly summoned the courage to look at him. He was still there, looking away from me.

I didn’t know why but I felt like I could see right through him. So I stood up and walked up to Zane. I’ve seen the way he looks at me, I’ve seen the way he reacts when his brothers touch me. I had a theory, maybe he was envious. Maybe he likes me too.

I swallowed a huge spit down my throat and stood by the table, looking away from him. “I know what you’re doing.”

He scoffed faintly, “What?”