I would burn this paper
With just one word on it,
You.
.
Love was extravagant.
Love was a bitter thing and hell— it was mean to me.
It was subjecting me to this monstrosity I wasn't accustomed to but I've known it all my life and, it angled my bones in a way I was beckoned to submission that seemed so natural and articulate. Fighting the mate bond murmured fruitful promises to me of superiority, but I relied on it. I relied on...
Him.
Soon as we all entered his beloved home, Alexander had taken maybe eight long strides until suddenly he was placing me down in the closest chair. I take the passing time to brush my hair away from my face when I noticed four set of eyes staring at me with this look on their faces that screamed, impossible.
Looking around at their demanding yet curious gazes, quickly I sat up right before crossing my arms across my remaining integrity. While I heard a sigh escaping Alexander's chest, soon a developing heat enveloped, tightening around my heart strings once I saw him reaching towards me with outstretched fingers, "You missed this." Bristling a loose strand away that was dancing in front of my eyelash.
I scanned the room taking in the sight of Clarity who rocked impatiently from side to side, Mavis who stood beside Hector and with bundles of overzealous cradling my nerves, I was blushing instantly after I'm looking down at my hands in my lap.
Sharply did someone begin clearing their throat, while the menacing pressure of tension swam inside the huge room we were in. Silently, I thanked my mate — a little at lost for words but I deemed it necessary to stay quite.
Mavis sat down on the couch in front of my chair, her knee skimmed mine as she became flaccid; slumping her back against her seat while Alexander still hovered over me but this time his attention was elsewhere.
I heard Hector moving around from behind me but didn't mind it. Suddenly all else was blurred out once I heard the sound of Clarity's voice that somehow infuriated me more than it should have to the point it made my skin itch.
"Where should I start?" Clarity's voice rung with so much enthusiasm, and yet a smile never etched beyond her tight pink lips. "Or should you start perhaps, Alexander?" This time she spat almost in a scolding manner.
"What have you done to that-" She continued with each word just as threatening as the last, her chest puffed outward as she stepped closer towards me and Alexander who still hid herself on the other side of his body, ticked with chasm, "That thing, that mere animal who had the nerve to step to me."
"Step to me in front of my peers, my people. As if she really had a chance at slaying a royal. She deserves penitentiary. To die-"
"You have said enough." Alexander doesn't wast another second as his fist are now balling at his hips. He stood more poised, more infinite that he was unmoving. Almost rooted into his position.
.
Before I could even blink, Clarity had shoved Alexander's shoulder, momentarily taking him by surprise that I almost hadn't registered the mere action, neither had my mate. She tried to step closer when Alexander refused her advance by tugging her by the shoulder securely. "I seen that," She hissed. "Did you see that?" She frustratedly pushed Alexander backward again.
"You're a mutt. If only you knew what we do to people like you." Clarity chimed to no one in particular. I heard more shuffling coming from behind me and instinctually did I snap my head around, only to come face to face with a shot glass and the infamous beta, who carried a flare of mischief around like a pair of shoes.
He left the room going unnoticed before and was now smiling down upon me like a mad man who was shirtless. He looked like an actual wolf, and god knew that's what we were.
A freaking charismatic beast, it's like he didn't even care to hide it like the rest of us. Almost always is he naked, and it was also true Mavis had taken upon his habits as she started wearing less and becoming more of well... him.
"What are you in the taste for?" Hector introduced two differentiating glasses to me, one that held a swimming clear substance and the other glistened with an ivory liquid that made my nose crinkle. Recognizably, "Oh I don't drink!" I muttered briefly returning my attention to my mate and his sister who shouted at him. "I've never done it before."
Hector scoffed while rolling his eyes. "You're going to need it, trust me." His reply is almost believable, with his placing of clear solution onto the nearest table top while going to stand behind his alpha. I could've sworn I seen him sip the brown liquid, quickly downing it as if it were water and flinch in suit but maybe my optics were playing a trick on me.
He placed both of his hands on both of their shoulders, one fell to Alexander whilst the other relied on Clarity who was fuming more than ever. She shoved Alexander for a second time while another growl escaped the captivities of my discomfort. I swear, if she touches my mate again I will rip her throat out. Sister or not.
She threw Hector's embrace to the side, sending him a pointed glare before she began her provocative lecture, "You know what she is brother, and we both know she's a fucking living sin. For her to even be alive is a death wish on us all. If you even cared about being King you'd dead this before it could even escalate until it's unobtainable." She jabbed at Alexander's chest again, only for us both to rumble as I sat silently on the couch adjacent to the living room.
I peeked over at Mavis with pleading eyes who was too busy staring at Hector and nudged for her to do something, to say anything. Right now I felt more like a kid who watched her two parents bicker nonsensically and it made my lip upturn. Did I just compare that bitch to being my mother?
I knew better to stay silent and let my mate deal with this though because I knew fully well that he'd never tell me anything at all, meaning any efforts I made at the conversation was futile.
Plus there was this ribboning echo that hallowed out in my bones each and every time Clarity even moved or touched Alexander. I don't know, I couldn't describe it either but solemnly it bothered me. Hell, it did more than bother me. It felt like this burden had wavered its way atop of my head like a halo of evilness.
I don't think I've ever felt this way.
Suddenly Mavis's eyes widened as Hector tried to lessen the tension of the situation and Clarity had yet again, deliberately pushed him. I tried to listen to what they were saying but I was clutching my chest in attempt to stay resilient and calmed.
"Clarity you're a piece of shit you know that, don't you?" It's Alexander's melodic statement that stuns me because I don't recall a time he'd ever cursed. It was pretty... comical. "She's mine. I don't think I'll get tired of telling you that because it's just that simple. Or are you too hard at comprehending?" The inquire is filled with sarcasm, that the old me would have laughed at but I only watched with shiny eyes as I've heard my mate, claim me.
The words seem patronizing as it stilled inside of my mind, engraving itself into a romanticized combustion that swarmed like bees and dipped its toe into a pond of potential. Although my mate had claimed me, he's still very much an ass. But he's mine just as much as I'm his.
"Neither do I care about what she is and secondly I will be throned, thus it is only a matter of time." Alexander smirks, he nods as if he was basking inside the humor of his promise. He cracks his knuckles, fingers hovering around her neck shakily as he fought back the action of choking her by the neck. I wanted him to do it. Eliminate this one who imposed as a threat to me just minutes ago in the middle of my acceptance into a real pack.
Alexander seems rather pleased with himself that I damn near melted on the spot. His dark tresses of hair laid flatly against his head at the top and shaped his forehead in heaps of curls that begged for my fingertips to unknot them. A shimmering grey scattered within his pupil which I've never noticed before and god, did it make my insides pour into the pits of all things beautiful.
"Now will you sister, join the campaign? Or succumb to the losing side when this is all buried underneath burning flesh and gravel." He's wicked. Alexander has officially lost his mind. Losing side? He couldn't sound more crazy. He must've been talking about whoever wanted the royal crown as much as he did. I mean I know he's supposed to be king but who else really could be more eligible or wanting as him?
But he — is also all I ever wanted. Hopefully he knows that. Clarity then purses her lips. "You two are equally as much an abomination." She spat.
"And why is that?" The inquire built up once my eyebrows knitted together and my tongue fluttered the words just as easily as I rose to my feet. "Vera. You remain quiet." Alexander commanded, but his voice wasn't angry, no, it was a warning.
fully Ignoring him, my voice was speaking simultaneously the thoughts I had been storing inside my head, "No! I genuinely want to know what's all this fuss about? What do you mean we're an abomination, no what exactly am I?" I question abstractly as I joined aside my mate who began to throttle in anger. What is he hiding? I thought more to myself as I didn't bother to ask him but instead Clarity who spoke as if she knows me.
As if she knew me more than I knew myself...
"Vera. Silence." Alexander tried again this time pressing the side of my arm softly, only for me to reel my arm away. Clarity watched the transaction and it made her snicker, now I wanted to ask what was so funny about this whole thing? She must've been nuts.
"You quiet Alexander, the girl wishes to know what she outta knows." Clarity's green eyes narrowed into slits as she chuckled under her breath, "She has a right to know what she is. Wouldn't you like to know as well?" Clarity snickered more as Alexander glowered at her, almost jumping out of his skin until Hector held him back abruptly.
Intently my eyesight glazed over as I locked gazes with Clarity where she became my only focus, the only thing I could see in a world that would shatter into shards before it would change into something much more sadistic, and horrified. I couldn't have saw this coming, "Vera, my child. You..."
"Are Feral."
I cocked a single eyebrow at her, color me confused because what did she mean? Of course I was. I was a wolf now. "So?" I asked. "Aren't we all?" God must be laughing in my face right now. I just said the most oblivious thing right now fully knowing I'd eventually contradict myself. Clarity's smirk grows and she resembles a psycho.
"No, we aren't." It wasn't her this time who had spoken like I half expected but it was the least of who I'd believe to be talking. It is my best friend, Mavis.
"Vera, we three are werewolves. Slaves of the moon. We have the blood of our deceased ascendents- a lineage of wolves, some who change sooner than most, others like me- it just took time, but you?" She curses lowly to herself as I became transfixed, stiffening until I could only feel my own energy. Anxiety wrapping around my being like a python.
"You are feral." Mavis announces this with a look on her face that refused me of rejecting her proclamation. She couldn't she have been lying. Why would she care to lie to me? And for what reason. She lacked any, I suppose.
Hesitantly I raised my hands to place them anywhere, I felt like my head was spinning as blood rushed in my ears. It was as if just hearing that accusation — made me antsy and agitated somehow. I palmed at Alexander's chest, swooning in to him because if I hadn't, I promise I would have fallen flat out on my face beneath reality. "This can't be true." I murmured to my own self. No one said anything further seeing me become undone, they couldn't hear me.
Suddenly Alexander had his hand clamping around the back of my neck, as he reeled my head foreword to fall between the crook in his shoulder blade. This hunger reigned inside of me as the word Feral, chanted and coursed every nerve within my brain. Maybe I am becoming delusive.
"But it is, Vera. You are feral." His quite voice is the only thing close to comforting me as I'm crumbling to pieces within his chambers of warmth ecstatic skin that travels inside an embracing abundance, just underneath his flesh that prevailed Braille themes of holiness. He was my god on earth. But now he was my devil in disguise, he'd ruined my life.
Now Who would I pray to?
"You're feral which means you were always human before. Now you're something entirely different, you are turned."
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