Losing Control: His Madness, His Cure Novels & Stories

He slowly sits up, his eyes taking in his surroundings, his lungs expelling air when he realises he is in a morgue. I watch on warily as his hands pull on the restraints, his eyes finally noticing the wolfsbane coated leather straps. I circle back to his comment about how he doesn’t let the infection control him…my mind trying to piece together the puzzle of his words. “The infection needs to control. That’s how it spreads so rapidly, it kills or mutates anything in its path.” He pulls on the restraints again, then, like a caged predator his eyes snap back to me his head even tilting to the side as he seems to size me up.

I asked with a trembling voice. “The loss of control is inevitable.” His eyes sparkled, as if he had unearthed a hidden memory in his mind. “The thirst for blood is insatiable, the beast will dominate it, acting primarily on primitive instincts. Resulting in violent attacks on anyone or anything in its path.” “Will I become irrational?” I covered my mouth, trying to control the knot in my throat. “How do you guys control it?” Laughing, he had already caught up with me, pulling me closer and digging his claws not too deep into my hip, eliciting a groan of pain.

and he sank his teeth into the side of Hunch's neck and began to drink. He felt his insides bloom and the cold leave his body, but he knew it would only be for a short while, for the cold would be back and in full force as well. Nothing ever seemed to get rid of it entirely. When he had taken his fill and Hunch was almost going limp, he stopped. Control - that was the name of the game - otherwise Hunch would die. He flung him away from him, upset he could not get a reading on him. "My lord!"

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.

But after Jonathan was born, Alice chose to focus on family. And at her request, financial authority had gradually shifted to Lucas. Henry clutched his chest. “Alex…” His face turned pale. Alex reacted instantly. “Aunt Sherly!” The housemaid rushed in, panic on her face. “Dad’s medication!” Water and pills were brought immediately. Alex helped Henry lean back. His movements remained steady, though his jaw tightened. “Slow breaths, Dad.” Henry swallowed the medicine with difficulty. Several minutes passed before his breathing stabilized.

I pressed my hands against his chest, not to push him away, but because I needed something solid to hold onto while the world spun out of control. “What if I lose her,” I whispered in the dark. “You won’t,” he said. “Stop saying that,” I snapped, my frustration finally cracking. “Stop promising things you can’t control It’s driving me insane!” He caught my wrists, his grip firm and grounding. “Then listen to what I can control,” he growled, forcing me to look at him. His voice dropped lower. “Then listen to what I can control.” I looked up at him. “I can control how I show up,” he said firmly. “I can control how careful I am. I can control how disciplined the club stays. I can control not gi

His eyes follow my every action. Jesus Christ. This man wants me bad. Why is he fighting this? How is he fighting this? His control needs to be studied as a course on its own. Or maybe it needs to be obliterated from existence. Completely, because it’s really fucking pissing me off. “Repeat that and listen to yourself. Does that even sound right coming out of your mouth?”

I ask. He doesn’t answer me, but I find out the moment I step inside my apartment. “Mate,” he growls. “Behave.” “Mate!” Within seconds, he loses every sense of dignity. Has only one thing on his mind. He goes from intelligent to a base animal in a blink. “Stop it,” I command when I feel him pushing against our mind, trying to take control of our body. “Have to mate.” It takes every bit of self-control I have to hold him back. “Stop it right now, or I’ll have us locked up in the silver cells until it passes.”

While pacing one memory floods my mind. I better push this memory back before I lose control of my anger and unleash my madness at full power. I wouldn’t mind that at all. The corners of my mouth turned up, thinking about all the fun I could have. If I let go of my control and give in to this angry mania, it’s going to be messy and ugly and dark. Just how I liked it. But he will go crazy. I stopped pacing and went over to the couch to lie down so I can try to control this angry madness. But my mind is full of that one memory. Maybe I need to stop fighting it and let it be.

He says "I do and I am following it. I took my medicine first thing waking up," I respond "Good to hear but that is not what I was talking about. I was talking about your composure and ability to control yourself." "I can do that, I have trained myself for five years and even though I am not very good at handling myself I can try and work on it." "The medicine will help you do that but you need to add more effort. You can not lose control of yourself anymore because if you do, I am not sure if I will be able to help you again." He says