Losing Control: His Madness, His Cure Novels & Stories

Somewhere far away, music played at a party I wasn’t attending. “You think telling me this makes you clean?” I asked. “No,” he said. “I think it makes me useful.” That earned him a point. I stood and walked toward him slowly. He stiffened, like he expected me to slap him or scream. I did neither. “Control,” I said, stopping a step away, “means knowing everything. Even the ugly things. Especially the ugly things.” I took the flash drive from his hand. “This doesn’t change what you did,” I continued. “It doesn’t fix anything. And it sure as hell doesn’t make us even.”

“Who do you think you are to try and steal my man? Keep an eye on her. Make sure she moves out of that house immediately. And get her blacklisted everywhere!” The bodyguards nodded and dragged Valerie out with them. I took Julius to the clinic, where the doctor examined him before hooking him up to an IV drip. “He’ll be fine once the effects of the drug wear off,” the doctor assured me. Just as I was about to leave, Julius grabbed my hand. “Naomi, don’t go. This is all my fault. Please, don’t leave me.” Even as he drifted into a drowsy haze, he kept apologizing.

Then, one rainy night, it hit me. My father hadn’t meant the beating of the body, of the physical form. He didn’t mean physical strength or even will. “The best leader is the one that cannot be beaten, mind and soul.” And that was the night that my training started. The day that I became the heir to the largest pack in the world, the day that destiny changed. I spent the next decade training relentlessly, both my mind and my body. Until one night. It was a full moon, a blood moon to be exact. We were celebrating. Everyone was happy, but happiness didn’t end wars.

“I don’t know what the f*ck is going on. He’s just… if he were human, and we were gone for months… or years… I would think that he’s been tortured but… we weren’t gone long enough. I don’t get it, but I’m telling you right now, whatever is going on with him will drive me nuts is he doesn’t sh.ut up!” Nic is just howling in my head, yelling over and over about ‘her’ and how ‘she’ is going to k*ll us all, how ‘she’ will be our undoing. I’ve tried to put him behind a block but I can’t, it’s like I don’t even have the ability anymore. “Hey, Clara?” “Yes?” “I can’t block Nic out, I can’t push him back, I can’t do anything and he keeps taking control. Have you ever heard of that?”

He immediately opened his eyes and took her chin up by his thumb and forefinger, and look in her eyes and asked, so if I want you here we must have sex huh? She immediately shook her head and kept her head on his chest and closed her eyes, he smiled inwardly and close his eyes. Sleep consume the two strange souls, who were strangers for each other still known to one another, who claimed their bodies in the shadow of the moon who was happy for those two souls. One was innocent but still has the power to control the other one’s rage and rude behavior without him noticing it. He was a storm but still has the power to protect her without her knowing it.

I rose slowly to my feet, the movement deliberate, controlled, ensuring that I did not give them the impression that I was reacting impulsively, even though beneath the surface, everything in me had sharpened into focus. “You are suggesting a transition of power in the middle of instability,” I said. “We are suggesting a return to stability,” one of them corrected. “By reinstating a man who created the instability in the first place,” I replied. “And yet,” he said, “he maintained control over it.” That word again. Control. As if it justified everything. As if it erased everything. I took a step forward, closing the distance slightly, my gaze locking onto his. “You are confusing control with

"You just take and do whatever the fuck you want. You don't care who gets caught up in the fallout, because in your world, nothing ever has consequences." Silas glances down at her again, eyes scanning her as if willing her to wake up. His gaze hardens as he turns back to me. "You're not to touch her again. Not unless she asks for it. Do you fucking understand me?" I smirk. It's the only edge I have right now. My stubborn need to keep some control in this mess. "I don't ask for permission," I say, trying to sound cocky, trying to keep the upper hand.

“You tried to have him committed. To lock him away and throw away the key. This is… mercy. A chance to live out your days in comfort, somewhere far away. A chance you didn’t offer him. Or your wife.” His eyes flashed with pure, undiluted hatred at the mention of his wife. For a second, I thought he might lunge across the table. But the control, the iron discipline, slammed back into place. He was a man who had spent a lifetime controlling himself, and the world around him. This was the ultimate loss of control. And it was killing him. The second whisky arrived. He didn’t touch it. “And Katerina?” he asked, his voice devoid of inflection.

It was a paternity test report for him and Lucas. In the results column were the words "Probability of paternity: 0%". Jasper was in the middle of caring for Yvonne in their rented house when he received the test report. Yvonne had only recently been discharged from the psychiatric hospital after having a mental breakdown. She had become frail and sensitive. She was now easily triggered and couldn't leave Jasper's side for even a moment. Jasper really did stay by her side, just like she'd said he did. Perhaps bearing the same sins allowed them to find comfort in each other's arms.

Marcus collapsed to his knees, his expression vacant and lost. Suddenly, he fixed his gaze on a corner beneath the rose bushes. There, something black seemed to be wedged in the soil. He lunged forward and, with trembling fingers, carefully pulled it out. It was a small remote control. On its surface, there was a silver hand-painted snowflake. It was the mark I had requested, and it gleamed faintly under the lights. The red button labeled "Spray" was jammed down and stuck deep inside. Jeremy was always the level-headed and calm doctor. Yet, he stiffened the moment he saw the remote. A chilling detail surfaced in his mind.