Please stop

Kyrell

Third person

Kyrell has never hated anyone this much. He hates her so much it literally hurts him when she's in pain. He hated that she had survived the bite. That mark was meant to be for his Luna, reserved for their mating night. At the same time he wouldn't have forgiven himself if she didn't.

He walked through the hallway of his mansion, heading to the garage.

He wasn't blind. He knows when someone was faking concern. The first time he saw her, she was running from someone, and he confirmed who that person was last night.

"Alpha." Samiel was already waiting by the car. He didn't say anything else to him when they got in. Samiel was shocked by last night's events, as was everyone present. It's a relief that the former Alpha and Luna left the ceremony early.

Kyrell was angry with himself, and he knows he's the one to blame. His parents already left the leadership of the pack to him and his Luna. He should be at the pack house with her, not here with the abomination he couldn't stop himself from marking.

With the last shred of strength left in him, Xerus had reacted before he could think and marked her just to stop her so called brother from taking her away. He read it as never seeing her again, and that's a reality neither of them wanted to accept.

By the time they arrived at the pack house, Vesper was already waiting for him at the dining table. She gave him a smile when he sat across from her.

"I've been waiting for you." Again, she smiled at him, although it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Kyrell knew she wasn't happy with him after what happened at the crimson hunt. Rejecting Nyx nearly shattered Xerus. His wolf didn't understand what was going on, he just cared about not seeing his mate in so much pain.

"I'm sorry I made you wait." Kyrell picked up his cutlery even though he wasn't hungry. Not when his mind was still filled with the images from last night.

"So," Vesper cleared her throat, "How's she?" After the shock she felt yesterday when she learned that Kyrell was mated to Nyx, the only thing she wanted was to erase her. Permanently.

"She's alive." He stated.

Kyrell had thought that rejecting her would sever the bond. It didn't. Seeing her crash at his feet, her eyes filled with confused tears as she clenched her chest in pain, he felt every ounce of pain she did.

"I think she should be working here, with the other omegas instead of lazing off somewhere else." Vesper tried to keep her voice soft. She had also found her true mate last night, who turned out to be a Beta from the mooncrest pack. She rejected him without thinking. Who would choose an ordinary Beta to the Lycan Alpha?

The thought of Nyx in Kyrell's private house, somewhere he couldn't take her to, made her blood boil.

"She will." Kyrell saw the relief in her eyes.

However, his mind was currently being invaded by his father. And there was no room to back out.

'What have you done!' His father's voice almost blew his brains out.

'Barely a day I left the pack and you've almost brought it to the ground.'

Kyrell knew that his father already found out what happened last night. When he left Vesper and walked over to Nyx, his father threatened to have Nyx thrown in prison. Another reason he had to reject her.

'If you didn't think me worthy to be the alpha, you wouldn't have handed the pack to me.'

Vesper saw the blank look on Kyrell's face and immediately knew he was mind linking someone.

'Yet you proved me wrong by marking a mutt after claiming your Luna! You didn't think of how you hurt her. How you hurt the pack.'

Kyrell knew his father was right, however he didn't like him always trying to insert himself in his life.

'Father, what happened has already happened. Enjoy your retirement with mother and let me handle things.'

Before his father could protest, Kyrell cut off the mind link.

"Is there anywhere you'd like to go?" Kyrell asked the woman in front of him. Her face lit up in joy.

"No. I just want us to spend some time together." Vesper knew that if she wanted to capture his attention and keep it, she needed to give him an heir. Having the pack support was simply not enough.

Kyrell stood up and stretched his hand out to her. She took it and followed him to the garden behind the pack house.

Vesper already toured the pack house last night, and Kyrell leaving her here with nothing to do gave her enough time to tour outside the pack house. However, the garden appeared more beautiful each time, so large and filled with the rarest of flowers. She doesn't like it. Not the green flowers, the coloured ones.

Luckily, Kyrell led her to sit on the gazebo beside the little fish pond.

"It's beautiful." She didn't lie. It was beautiful. It's just so colorful and not really her style.

Kyrell held her hands and faced her when they settled down. "Vesper, I know last night didn't end the way I planned it to. And for that, I promise to make it up to you."

Vesper could feel her heart flutter, but she wasn't going to let him see how his words affected her. After all she was still upset with him for marking another woman. But being in his presence was enough to make her forget. His eyes, his voice, his entire face were doing something to her she never felt before.

"True, I was hurt," she kept her voice as small as she could. "But seeing you here explaining everything makes me feel much better." Her expression softened and her lips began to tremble.

Kyrell brought her closer to lean on his shoulder when he saw the look on her face. "It wasn't my intention to cause you pain." This was him apologizing.

"After what she did to me," she took in a scent and sobbed, "All I wanted was to cry alone. But you being here makes me forget everything." She placed her hand on his chest. Feeling how hard it was beneath her hand, his scent that's making her lose her focus, she'll be damned if she lets another woman close to him.

She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, her finger slowly reaching out to his sharp jaw. Kyrell lets her. He lets her trace her fingers from his cheekbone down to his lips.

"Please don't leave me alone again," she sobbed. Kyrell took out his handkerchief from his pockets and wiped her tear-stricken face and brought her close. Too close that her breath fanned his face.

"I won't." He knew what she was about to do. Even though he didn't make any move, he didn't stop her either. Not when she brought her lips to his, not when her fingers moved to the back of his head, not when she finally captured his lips in a lingering kiss.

When Vesper deepened the kiss, he felt a burn in his chest. Not understanding what it was, he pulled Vesper closer until she was glued to him. Yet the burn was still there.

His hand slid behind her waist as he kissed her, trying to quench whatever was burning in him. Vesper consumed with his warmth and the feel of his soft lips, read his sudden aggression as passion.

Kyrell continued to kiss her trying to fill the burning void in his chest, but it only got worse.

Then a voice sounded in his head. So small and filled with so much pain.

"Please stop."