Mathilda
"We can't do this," I say, blinking with uncertainty.
"You heard me, let's run away from this madness. I might not be a powerful Alpha or come from one of the wealthiest families in my pack, but I will not let Alpha Cahill take you away from me." He painstakingly states, clenching his jaw in sudden anger.
"No, Brandon," I interject, recoiling a step away from him because this doesn't have to do with just me and him. It involves my family, and his family will be no exemption if I choose to run away with him.
"Do you want to stay married to a man who you don't love? A man who doesn't even have feelings for you? Someone who doesn't give two shits about anyone but his fucking self? Tell me Tilda," Brandon pants and puffs as he stares at me in displeasure.
"I have no choice," I look away from him when I make this known because I don't want to see the hurt on his face. Or I'll end up feeling ten times worse.
There's silence for a while, and when I snap my head back to Brandon, I can see the light in his green eyes fading away as his hand drops to his side, "tell me you're kidding, Tilda," he quietly says, then looks away from me to the floor.
"I am not, Brand,"
"You're being forced to do this, that's why we shouldn't give a fuck about anyone. No one will ever be more important to you than your own self. People are fucking selfish, that's why your insensitive mom and blockhead brothers decided to marry you off to Alpha Cahill. They aren't fucking scared of anything, they just don't wanna lose money!"
"Okay, stop," I almost yell, but do my best to keep my voice down. "You shouldn't disrespect my family like this. You would do the same if you were in my shoes,"
"Can't you see that I am not fucking you? Mathilda Brewer? I am not you. I don't go out of my way to please fucking people. I don't care what they think or say behind my back, because everyone is selfish. My happiness matters to me more than any person," Brandon growls and this makes me take another step backward in shock.
Because he seems totally different from the guy I am used to. He seems dangerous if I may say because he doesn't care that this is school, or mind the kind of words he's using.
I'm starting to think I don't know every part of him just as I thought.
Curling his fingers into a hard tight fist, he impatiently bites into it and stares at me cautiously.
"I'm sorry for letting my emotions get overboard. Hell, I am going insane that you're married to Alpha Cahill, and you're going to reject me because of him. Because of your family," he's calmed down a bit, and he looks so vulnerable that I can see the child in him.
"Do you love me, Mathilda?" He breathes these words out, with his Adam's apple bobbing back and forth, giving out that he's taking a gulp.
"I do, Bran, I do with everything inside of me," my body is shivering unendingly with different shades of emotions washing over me as I give him this reply, with my heart pounding so loud that I can hear the sound of it in my ears.
"Then run away with.." He barely finishes before I cut him off.
"We cannot run away Brandon, there's no way out of this as I speak. The life of my mother and brothers are at stake. Alpha Cahill threatened..."
"Alpha Cahill can go fuck himself for all I care!" Brandon thunders, attracting weird looks from the few students in the lab. But he doesn't even care. His eyes are so stormy with anger, and his body is trembling violently like he wants to punch someone's face to a pulp. My husband's face to be precise.
"I love you so much, Bran. I love you with everything and all the wolf in me, but I cannot..."
"Run away with me?" He interruptedly makes this conclusion, glaring so hard at me like I am now an enemy, that I mentally shudder.
Gulping down the lump stuck within my throat, I look away.
"You want to leave me for that bloody bastard, is it?" Brandon says, dangerously low. And I know him. When he speaks like this, it means he's reached the extreme of his anger.
"I came here..."
"To beg me to come to your pack's council hall, so you'll reject me in front of everyone, and stay married to that insensitive piece of stale cunt," he says through gritted teeth.
Brandon has always read me like an open book, sometimes he knew what was going on in my mind and said it before I did. And he's doing that right now, in the most heart-wrenching way possible.
Plus he's so furious, I have never seen him this mad before. He's like a ticking time bomb that can explode within seconds. And if he goes to face Alpha Cahill like this, no doubt his head would be on a spike.
More tears blur my vision as my throat contracts and burn as I watch him rise to his feet, and push his hand through his hair to ruffle it, before pacing back and forth.
He's crying like a child whose mom is forcefully taken away from him, and I cannot help rising to my feet and wrapping him into a hug.
I expect him to push me away from him because he's pissed off as hell, but he doesn't.
This seems like our final hug because I believe the next time we'll be seeing, will be at the Blackwood council hall, where I'll reject him and completely break the bond that we share, for the sake of my family.
If only I was told this by a witch some years beforehand, I wouldn't have let myself fall deeply in love with Brandon. It hurts so much that I can barely breathe.
"I won't let him have you, Tilda. I'll do everything within my power to put an end to this because you're mine. We're destined together," he croaks out, burying his head in my neck.
Biting down on my bottom lip to put a halt to the continually gaping hole violently boring into my heart, I stroke on his back.
Someone clears their throat, and we pull away from the hug, only to see the Astronomy lecturer staring at us through her big rimmed glasses.
More students have already arrived and they're all staring at us, which makes my cheeks get heated in embarrassment because we forgot for a moment that this is a lab and the astronomy class is about to begin.
My heart jumps in my chest when a familiar person clad black suit walks in through the entrance of the lab, and it's no other person than Simone, Cahill's beta.
How did he know I came here?
Did they input a tracking device on my body where they can easily locate me if I try to run away?
This isn't happening, maybe it's all a figment of my imagination and Simone isn't here.
But it doesn't seem so, because the next person who comes in, is the man who can put an end to my existence within seconds. The man who is the cause of this cruel fate that I am suffering. The man who has forcefully claimed what belongs to another.
Alpha Cahill, my dangerous, borderline husband.
He's wearing a tight-fitting navy blue suit, with his taper fade styled differently today, making him appear even more good-looking and dangerous than normal.
"Alpha Cahill," the astronomy lecturer acknowledges his presence in shock, and the students have their eyes widened in their sockets with their jaws touching the ground, because the Alpha, considered to be the powerful and wealthiest Alpha in the whole of Eastfield, is in their lab.
Can it be that he came here to drag me to the Nolan's mansion with him? Why does he derive so much pleasure in ruining my life?
I want to get upset, but I realize I have no right to. He's my husband now, so he can do as he pleases when it comes to me.
"Forgive me for the interruption, but I am in search of my little wife who I have no doubt is in here, with her now ex-mate," Cahill says coolly, then slowly starts looking around, in search of me.
And I will give anything to hide at this moment because I do not want him to see me. He's invading my life more than he should, which is known to be the true nature of an Alpha.
Brandon sees Cahill and his body tenses, with green vessels bulging out along his neck from exasperation. And I can tell it's taking everything inside of him not to lunge toward my husband with the intention to start a fight.