Chapter 7 - Under his brute strength

~Moxie~

“Mate.” My wolf growls out in my head as my eyes remain locked on the powerful male standing before me.

My body remains frozen as it battles with itself in a fight or flight mode.

“Come on Moxie, do something!” My mind shouts at my body to move. He just killed one of his own without a second thought…he won’t think twice before he tries to murder me too.

Blood seems to start flowing again in my legs as I slowly bend down, reaching for the knife on the woodland ground. His eyes trail down also, following my movement…but not preventing it.

As soon as my fingers snake around the knife handle, I jump backwards, raising the weapon and pointing out at him.

“Stay back!” I order out, my luna aura thick as my lips curl up into a warning snarl. It then hits me again…that intoxicating scent…rich tones mixing with a mouthwatering darkly sweet scent. My body is yearning to hum out with satisfaction, to go against all my twenty-one years of lethal training…to rub my scent on him….to strangely mark my territory.

“Stop it!” I seethe out through gritted teeth, warning my wolf to quit the fur side antics.

“Stop what?” His deep commanding voice responds…my entire body vibrating at the sound.

“No, this can’t be happening…you need to stay away.”

“Mate.” He growls out, taking a step closer towards me…mercilessly stepping over the wolf he just killed by his own bare hands.

His teeth snap with a similar hunger. My wolf reacts before I can stop her, seeing his action as an immediate threat she pushes forward, ignoring my pleas to keep distance between us.

She takes control of my body, raising the knife to his neck and pressing it against his skin, one more movement from him and I’ll slice through his throat.

He’ll bleed out before me.

“I’m not your mate.” I growl back at him, my teeth flashing with anger as I start to hear whistling in the distance…the Moon River patrol searching nearby.

“You’re a mutant.” I snarl out, my hand pushing the knife further into his skin, cutting against his flesh. Drops of his blood start to trickle down onto the back of my hand. I’m in control, but fear starts to grip me in the chest…can the infection pass from carrier through blood.

In my dream I was covered in cuts…what if they remained with me…

We are so close that I can feel his heated breath dancing upon my collar bone. He’s tall, exceptionally so…his white eyes sparkle with a pearlescence that I hadn’t noticed in any other mutant before…theirs were blank, a white canvas…no life left behind them.

Yet his still show a purpose…a reason to live.

He is well kept, his tightly curled black hair shines healthily…the complete opposite to the fur of the scrawny deceased wolf now decaying beneath us. I shake my head; I need to remain focused.

The blood continues to drip on my hand but one glance to check for any cuts and he’ll use it against me.

Anton painfully ploughs through my mental block, the walls crumbling down as he demands to know of my location. He has responded to my report a little too late.

His furious alpha command manages to break through my mind block through the mate link.

He knows where I am…I can’t have him see out through my vision. Not even for a millisecond.

I slam my eyes shut, forcing him out through the mate link when my legs are knocked out from under me, a hand grips my wrist, the other holds onto my side. I prepare myself for the air to be knocked out of my lungs, however it doesn’t come.

Holding the block on the mate bond firmly, I open my eyes to find the strikingly white pair of eyes even closer than before. My entire body forgets how to function again as I lay underneath him…his eyes focused on something behind me.

Inside my body is screaming at me to move, to run as far away from him as possible before he shifts and his pointed fangs bite into me…before he eats on my flesh. I can’t fight him, I know that ….so why is there a part of me wanting to wait, a twisted part of me that bizarrely thinks he won’t hurt me.

“It’s just my border patrol.” I calmly state out as fear grips me as his teeth flash at the men simply following orders.

“Your border patrol?” I gain his attention, his eyes snapping away from the approaching border patrol and on to me. That intoxicating scent oozes out of him, his eyes shimmer with a pearlescent as he stares back at me…his hand tightening against my lower back.

“Your father, he is the alpha?” He sinks even closer to me; the words seethed through clenched teeth. He sniffs the air around me, a purr vibrating from his chest….he must have noticed my scent too.

“No, my husband.” I coldly state back; pure hatred laced in my words as he has me trapped between him and the ground.

“Husband…” An animalistic growl emits from his lips, his jaw tensing as I remain trapped under his brute strength. This is no longer a fight of the fittest, I am going to have to talk my way out from under him….and for some reason which I can’t understand, he seems lucid.

If it wasn’t for the white eyes, I would question if he was even infected.

“Reject him.” He orders out.

“What?”

“You will reject him!”

“Get your hands off me.” I push back on his chest, trying to kick out from under him but he is stronger than Anton…stronger than any male I have come across.

“I command it, you will obey.” His hand snakes up from my waist and around my throat.

“Whoever you think you are…”

“I’m your mate!” His fingers squeeze around my throat, the back of my head slams into the hard woodland ground beneath me.

“No mate of mine is an infected.” I seethe out loathingly, ignoring the pain rippling through the back of my head…my vision turning dizzy.

“Then reject me.”

“Get off me and I will.”

He finally moves off me, my body instantly lighter from the removal of his weight. I move out away from him, keeping my knees bent as I prepare for an attack. He cannot be trusted; he is one of them after all.

“I’m waiting.” He arrogantly declares but not before his lips curl into a smirk…his arms crossing in front of his chest as he confidently glares back at me…waiting for me to reject this connection between us.

“Waiting for what? I’m surprised you can feel anything, aren’t you already dead inside?” I coldly snap back, the faces of my parents flashing through my mind as I glare murderously back at him.

“You’ll soon learn little wolf, that waiting isn’t in my mindset.” He strides towards me, closing the space I had put between us.

“Luna?” I hear voices gaining on us again, Beta Randall calling out for me….footsteps gaining on us.

If they catch him, they will kill him.

I want him dead too…I need them all dead. Not even one can remain alive.

“I’m here.” The words are on the tip of my tongue…yet I seem unable to say them.

Something inside of me…something deep within my core is telling me to wait, that he has a purpose.

“Go!”

“What?”

“Before they come and kill you. Go!”

“No one can kill me, little one.” I flinch as his hand strokes the side of my face, his touch causing tingles to erupt upon my skin. An explosion of fireworks explode in my lower core…a yearning that Anton has never created in me.

He slips away, back into the shield of the tree line, but not before he gives a parting promise.

“Our paths will cross again….I’ll make sure of it.”

And I don’t doubt him.