I Thought It Was Common Possession [side Story] Novels & Stories

“My forest. My pack’s forest. Not yours. Not Verina’s. Not the Parker Pack’s forest. Mine. All mine.” “Gee, Harlow. You sure are possessive, aren’t you?” His eyes sparkled at me with the comment, as if he were implying I might be possessive of him one day. “I’m just stating facts,” I reminded him. “Just because you and your family have decided to squat on a chunk of land that doesn’t belong to you, that doesn’t mean that you own it.”

The air was thick with tension, the silence between us heavy. Mark's voice sliced through the silence, his words dripping with possession. "You're my possession," he declared, "You're not allowed to eat with anyone apart from me, your husband, or the kids." My mind reeled, stunned by the audacity of his statement. "His possession?" I asked myself inwardly I felt a chill run down my spine as the weight of his words settled upon me. Was this what our relationship had devolved into? Was I nothing more than a possession to him?

“Saw him head to the back of the building while I was on my way into the club. You better go now because Mr Banks walks fast.” “Uhuh.” I took my property from his hand and gathered my dress. “Um, miss?” he called after me. I turned to acknowledge what he was about to say. “I would like to warn you that Mr Banks is not one to mess with. Once you sleep with him, you’ll naturally become his possession. If you still want your freedom, stay far from him.” He had sounded genuine, yet I still had to take the risk. I thanked him and left. His sad eyes as I passed him made me feel there was something he wanted to tell me, but couldn’t.

I wore it every single day. Polished it carefully. Protected it instinctively. But after leaving him, I tossed it into my purse without thinking, and somewhere along the way small scratches had appeared along the metal band. Tiny marks. Almost invisible unless you looked closely. Still there. Just like our marriage. I stared at it for one quiet second longer before taking a slow breath and walking toward Sebastian. Then I held it out to him. “This belongs to you,” I said softly. My hand stayed steady. “We’re really done.”

“Damn you, Remedial and Constitutional Law! You’re seriously messing up my dreams right now!” I laughed at her when she shouted. We honestly didn’t care anymore if people were staring. Let them. Tonight, we just wanted to forget all that shit. I wanted to forget my dad’s rule, forget Lance, forget all of them. I just wanted it all to disappear for now. We were both holding a drink in our hands and took a sip together. A moment later, I felt someone grab my hand. I couldn’t react right away because of it. I didn’t even notice where Veronica went. What’s going on? We were just having fun. Did I do something wrong?

They keep saying it like it’s a declaration. Like it holds power. “Mine.” As if I’m a piece of territory to be claimed. As if I’m some prize they found in the ruins of a battlefield. First Marcus, then Sebastian—both so different, and yet… echoing the same possessive word. Mine. But here’s the truth neither of them understands yet. It’s not them who owns me. It’s me… who owns them.

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

“Whoever grabbed her knew how to contain any signature.” My head turns slowly toward him. Bad move. A nearby monitor bursts in a spray of sparks. Zarek lifts both hands a fraction. “I’m not saying I like it.” “She had my shadows in her bloodstream, Zarek.” There’s a rough edge to my voice now. “She. Is. Fucking. Mine.”

She didn't plead. "I am your possession, Dante," she whispered against his lips, her fingers digging into his back, drawing blood that smeared against the white sheets. "But a possession that owns its owner is a dangerous thing. Every time you take me, you give another piece of yourself away. How much is left, Dante? How much of the 'Moretti Monster' is left before there’s only a shell that lives for me?"

Wendigo sounded normal which got me scared, what does he mean by something I have? "but, it's too bad it's no longer in your possession but another"He continues, my mind could only lead me to one thing or rather a person and that was Audrey. She is the only possession I had and is no longer mine. " Audrey? " I blurt out. I heard him chuckle in satisfaction, " so smart, " he compliment, " but brainless " his satisfied tone was as though he will destroy me in a blink of an eye. " B-but, she is no longer with me, " I stutter. My heart never stops leaping in my chest as I stare at nothing, sweat dripping down my face.