Semua Bab Forbidden Instincts : Bab 1 - Bab 10

MALCOLM It’s been 3 hours since I was sentenced to a fate that didn’t suit the nature of my crime. It’s been 3 hours since I was dragged out of the courtroom as though I were nothing but a common criminal. It’s been 3 hours since my life came crashing down before my eyes.3 hours and yet I’m still wearing a hood over my head while walking to a destination that only the goddess knows off.“Where are we going?” I asked for the millionth time and just like every time, I was met with nothing but silent lips and glares that could burn a hole through steel. It’s not like I blame them. Donald was more than a comrade to us. He was a companion, a brother, a person you could count on when the tides of life decided to screw you over. He was my favourite.This is why the pain of his death and my betrayal cuts the deepest.“Don’t make me force the answer out of you,’’ I spoke in a dangerously low voice and peals of laughter fell from their lips at my words. They know that I have what it takes to

MALCOLM Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. The noise from the clock at the left part of the room sounded in my ear as we spent every second still standing in the exact same spot. Well their standing, I'm still on my knees with silver burning into my exposed flesh. “Why do we have to wait?” I questioned for the millionth time, hoping that each time I ask that they might grace me with an answer but for the millionth time, they disappointed me. This is a waste of time. We're wasting time. “Look. I know you don't want to hear anything from me right now but here me out. He's already said that he doesn't want me here so if we go back to my father now then he and the council would find another alternative for…” The clanking of heels broke through the air and a veil of silence covered our heads as Riot made his way back to the center of the room with his spine as straight as a pin and his lips drawn into a thin line. Gone was the man who threw jokes at me and mocked my very existence.Thi

MALCOLMPeople always said time spent in a cell was lost. That your perspective of the seconds would be deformed like vision from a broken glass. That you would drive yourself insane from uncertainty.But that didn't apply to me. My mind is perfect. My thoughts are perfect. And my awareness of time is even more pristine. So pristine that I know I've been rotting away in this cell for 9 days, 12 hours, 7 minutes and 41 seconds. I'm so fucking done with this sentence. I'm done with the faggots. I'm done with a rickety dungeon bar and the rusty shackles on my hands. The dungeon door cracked open. The barely greased metal squeaked like a testament of their negligence and I almost palmed my forehead in disappointment. Keyword: Almost. I don't acre if their holes in the fucking ceiling but that faggot really let this place go. The sound of heels clicked against the concrete floor and anger bubbled within me when his obnoxious scent tainted the already foul air. “The fuck do you want?”

MALCOLMA deafening silence stretched between the three of us. The only sounds heard were made by the hands of the clock hanging on the wall and the blood that rushed through my ears. I slowly stood from the obnoxiously soft chair I sat on. The eyes of the little runt widened at the sight of my height. A pang of fear scented the air and the feeling it brought almost made me feel elated. Keyword; almost. Because it's not the runt’s fear I wanted to taste on my tongue. It's not the runt’s submission I wished to obtain and it's not the runt’s spirit I wanted to break till there was nothing left of his pride or his bones. It's the man beside him.The man stared me down like I was the most insignificant thing in the world. The man who looked at me with as much hatred as I felt towards him. The supposed alpha was more of a snake than a wolf. I rounded the desk and then leaned against it. The wood dug into the back of my thighs. I was now a few feet away from him. But he still stared at

SAWYER'S POV“You're a bloody bastard, Sawyer!” “How am I the one being insulted when I didn’t do shit?”“You fucking stabbed him with a silver blade! That's what you did.”“I was trying to protect you!’“Don’t insult me, boy. I have and I will never need your protection. You of all people should know that. You didn’t stab the cold blooded Alpha because you were trying to ‘protect’ me.”My lips parted yet no words ;left my mouth in my defense. Troy stepped closer. The heat from his body enveloped mine while his gaze invaded my soul. A whimper broke the momentary silence of my office. All eyes landed on the supposed healer still standing beside Bernard like a child standing face to face with the boogyman. His skin was as pale as ash. His eyes were wide and full of fear. And I could practically hear every beat of his heart from where I stood across the room. All the while the reason for his fear was still passed out on the floor with a stab wound in his neck and his blood leaking onto