Zaliver AzralaI shut the door and stood behind it. I heard her movements on the bed and my name that was cursed out in anger. Staring blankly at the wall, my mind was racing with hundreds of thoughts.Who knew such a small brown-haired beauty could drive me crazy? While I did feel a bit wretched, I mainly felt an odd sense of ease knowing she was trapped in my room. It was wrong, no doubt, but it felt so right. She made me chain her to the bed. I wasn’t blind to her lustful gazes and wandering hands when we slept. I never brought them up because I enjoyed them too much and avoided making her feel self-conscious about it.I made my way to my office, which was located far away from the room, in less than a few seconds. I slammed the door with much force, creating a loud bang that shook the room. I walked towards my chair and sat on it with a sigh. I spun around to look at the window behind me and watched the moon high in the sky, illuminating the dark and cold room.The beast within me
A disturbing feeling grew in my chest. I didn’t know what to do with it, but while experiencing goosebumps, I could feel that something was wrong as tension and calmness took over me simultaneously.The beast roared and began fighting for control, thrashing, and pushing against my mental blocks, sending me pain with all its strength. I clenched my hand and spun the chair around back to the desk, pulling a drawer open. Even in the dark, I managed to find the syringe filled with dark purple liquid. I reached in and pulled it out.At the sight of the syringe, he fought harder for control and brought physical pain inside my chest using his slashing claws, causing me to release a hiss. I didn’t stop as blood seeped into my veins. My black shirt was torn, exposing the wounds that quickly healed, while the beast continued its mayhem.I plunged the needle into my right arm, ignoring the slight sting, and exhaled as the burning liquid rushed through my veins and silenced the beast. It left him
Exhaling my anger and frustration, I looked in the direction of the pack house. We were far enough that normal wolves wouldn’t be able to see it, but I wasn’t normal. I could see through the trees and the branches as if the pack house was a few feet away rather than miles. I focused my hearing to the house. My hearing and awareness of everything around me was so amplified that when I tuned into something, it was almost as if I were a ghost, as if I were actually there.Hearing past the TV’s, music, fighting and happy couples, the sleeping and chatting wolves, I moved my hearing to the section where I knew my room was located and listened in on what Vivian was doing. She was already in bed. Her heartbeat was a soft lullaby. She would change her position every once in a while, dragging the chains along the silk covers, then she would fall asleep only to toss and turn again. It gave me a twisted pleasure to know she couldn’t sleep comfortably without me.Knowing she was already in bed, I
I hadn’t seen Zaliver since he chained me last night. It was a good thing that I was in the mood of strangling him. Perhaps with his own chains too. The idea didn’t seem half bad to me.My wolf was just as annoyed as I was, which made me glad she wouldn’t allow him to get away with everything. His reasons were way off for his childish behavior. He knew it well like I did deep down in my heart. He must know deep, deep, deep down. I hoped.I only placed my hand on the young man’s shoulder! As if it was some sort of betrayal. I shook my head. I tried everything to get the chains off—like, hitting it, chewing on it (bad idea), trying to get my hands out, breaking it, and pulling at the chain. Nothing worked. I barely dented the thing.The alarm clock read eight fifty in the morning, making me sigh out loud in both frustration and exhaustion. Although at some point, I did fall asleep last night, but it quickly went away. I just wasn’t comfortable at all. I missed the warmth of Zaliver’s bo
I stood from the bed and popped some of my joints. I walked into the bathroom with the chains dragged behind me. I had to leave the door slightly open to leave room for the chains, which I didn’t like. Everyone knows you’re not supposed to shower with the door open; that’s how creeps get in. I stripped and entered the shower, relaxing my body in the hot water. I was slightly annoyed at each clink that the chains made as they hit each other while I was washing my hair, but I couldn’t exactly remove them. It felt good to shower using feminine products. My shampoo had the smell of fruit blends and lavender.When I finished, I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped out. I was slightly surprised to see that the door was fully opened, but I guess it was expected after all the tugging. I was walking to the closet when I saw something on the bed. Nearing it, I found a note on top of a computer and picked it up, then my heart’s beating went fast. The note had extremely neat yet rough handw
When the clock read eight fifty in the afternoon, I began pacing the room, glancing at the door after a few seconds. It felt like I had a football game going on in my stomach. I brought my fingers to my mouth. I didn’t bite my nails since I hated the feeling, but I was tempted to.What will Zaliver do as soon as he walks in? How can he mark me if he won’t actually mark me? Does that even make sense? As soon as the clock read eight fifty-nine, I stopped my pacing and looked at the door, waiting. When the eight turned into a nine right on the dot, the door swung open to show my tall and dark mate. I held my breath as he entered and closed the door with his electric blue eyes on me. We didn’t speak or move. He looked at me as I looked at him.Like always, he wore all black and his hair was pushed back. I could see his fingers went through it. He looked as beautiful as ever and even though I could sense darkness surrounding him, I still wasn’t afraid of him. His eyes scanned over me, maki
“I miss him,” I complained. Hannah shook her head and continued to check the stock. We were in the back of her store where they kept all the goodies that couldn’t go in the front.“I would be surprised if you didn’t. Don’t worry, he said he’d call as soon as he’d land and then every two hours. In the meantime, relax.” She comforted me as she checked something on the clipboard and moved to the next box.“I know, I know, but that doesn’t seem to matter at my wolf. She’s just adding on by painting pictures in my head. What if there’s a storm and their plane crashes? I don’t even know if he can swim! Oh my god, I’m horrible. I didn’t even check his suitcase. What if he runs out of something? He can’t go nude. . . I’d kill him,” I mumbled that last part to myself.I’d never been worried about someone traveling far away from me. As soon as I had seen him disappear into the plane, I felt a sense of panic and despair to have him back. I knew it was ridiculous and that the man could take care
I watched from the couch as Zaliver went back and forth from the closet to the black suit case in the bed and sighed.“I can smell and sense your displeasure.” I didn’t say anything as I was not sure what to answer to that. I was bothered by a few things though. He put down whatever he was holding and turned to look at me with his brows pulled down.“You’re . . . upset on me leaving.” His voice was uncertain, and I couldn’t put my finger on.“I’ve never actually considered this.” I cocked my head, wanting to hear more.He lifted a hand and held his chin; a sign that he was pondering over something and let out a sudden chuckle.“You know, I’ve never really had to explain myself to anyone in the last three hundred years. I think I owe you an apology for not being considerate of your thoughts regarding my trip. I cannot cancel this one, but in the future, I promise to inform you of anything.” I looked at him, duped. Talk about hitting the nail on the head.“Apology accepted,” I said quic