Kaila
Her palm connected with my cheeks, bringing a stinging trail of her wrath, I taste blood in my mouth,
"You're marrying him, and if you're concerned about the mate bond between you and James—"
Her head snapped back to James who had his eyes fixed on me with an hostility no less than his mother's, "—Do it now, break it, and reject her!"
I never thought of him as a cruel mean devil until the moment he stood up looking at me with disgust.
"By the name of the moon goddess, and the moon as my witness, I Alpha James Wellesley of the moonstone pack, reject you kaila Wynter as my mate."
I bite my lips to control the dryness of my throat, my fingers dig into my palm trying to keep the grimace off my face, "Have you ever love me?" My eyes were red rimmed as I whispered hoping he will say all this was all a misunderstanding; so I can allude myself, give myself a make believe that he loved me as I had thought.
However, he scoffed, his face contorting into a disdainful sneer, "Why would I love a poor and Wolfless runt?"
Tears stung my eyes and trickle down my face, so he thought of me as nothing but a runt? Sniffing back my sobs, "I accept your rejection."
The already fragile mate bond snap and the pain of it hits me, blurring my eyes as though thousands of knife were brutally stabbing into my chest, plunging my heart deep, I hold my breath, my head feeling like it would float out of my body, and at long last I lost balance falling off the wheelchair crashing into the floorboards which creaked on the impact.
Luna Aurora feet retreated from my fields of view, my legs were throbbing,
A moment later, the same guard who had wheeled me here drew closer and held my shoulders to pull me up, eventually sitting my butt on the wheelchair again.
Sniffling, I scrubbed the tears off my face with the back of my palms, my gaze directly went to look at James, he looked fine, not anything like someone who just rejected his mate, it was right then I realized I had been the one to love him during these years, I had only been the one waiting for him, overlooking everything he took away from me. My pack, my life, my love, my legs, and now he wants my decisions, to seal my fate.
"I Kaila Wynter would rather die, than save this sickening pack!"
Turing to the guards behind me. "Take me back to the doctor, I don't feel too well."
Of course they didn't do it, they stepped back rather, staring at Luna Aurora whom I doubt would permit it, thus I took it upon myself and with a sloppy turn, I held both sides of the wheelchair and began to wheeled myself towards the door.
"Even though your grandmother is also a member of the pack?" her voice sounded behind me, screeching me to an abrupt stop.
I gulped, biting my lips to suppress the stinginess in my red rimmed eyes, I want to keep going, I don't mind this place crumbling down, it was built by the father I never gets to know and the mother who'd abandoned me because of death, leaving me to pay the wages.
But my grandmother, Irene; she's been my everything, raised me as an infant to this state. How could fate treat me this way? I blame no one but myself and the moon goddess.
I want to keep going, but my limbs won't move to wheeled myself out of this hall.
"After everything she has done for you and now she's withering away, you'd rather watched her burn also?!"
I could hear her fright, her desperation, it was evident in her shaky voice and paced breathing.
"What have I ever done to your family to make my life miserable?" It was a hopeless question that I had an answer to, but I was hoping she'll provide an answer.
Not beyond my expectations, she didn't respond,
My lips curled up with a sadistic smile, I didn't glance back, neither make an attempt to, my hands grip the wheels once more, shaking my head I wheeled to the door.
"Stop her! Don't let her go out the door!" James barked like the devil he is.
"No… let her go, she's got no choice now did she?" His mother answered him, her voice clear and unwavering.
I opened the door and wheeled myself out, leaving the quiet suffocating hall, finding my way back to my room, not the one I'd woke up from.
The pooled tears in my eyes finally slipped down my cheeks, my gaze went to the sketched portrait on my little, old and wobbling table, I grabbed it and hurled it to the wall screaming along with its shattering sounds.
I don't want to have him around me, not anymore. My heart clenched remembering I'd packed the dung of the old granny down the locksmith lane before I could afford to pay an artist to make a sketch of him, what a fool I am.
My shoulders sagged, and I had my head buried in my palms, feeling if I would just wake up from this nightmare, waiting for someone to tell me it was all a dream.
A few hours later, I held the same position, too helpless to stop the emotion swirling inside me like a vortex, threatening to swallow me whole.
I have no idea how long time had passed, however a cold air suddenly brushed my hair, and I shuddered inexplicably.
The second wave hits me, I raise my head to glance at the window which was now a jar, allowing the moonlight to filter through. I remembered it was closed when I entered,
Averting my gaze without any much interest, I wrapped my hands around my chest shuddering at the resurfacing cold which could beat a winter night right now.
However, it intensified, almost freezing the hair on my head,
Narrowing my eyes, I lowered my gaze to my feet and I opened my mouth to say a few words, "it's you, isn't it?"
There came no reply, only the howling of the wind.
"The man I'm getting married to, it's you isn't it?"
Expectedly, the howling cold wind seized, returning the room to its previous although, not a warm state, but was not enough to make my toes curl.
"You're quite impressive." I heard a deep chuckle from the right corner of my room.
"Why would you want me?" I buried my face in my palm.
"I've never seen anyone defy the death pulls like you do, you escaped death twice a night, I'm intrigued."
"You're going to destroy the pack tomorrow." I said. Not as a question, though.
"The decision depends on the choice you make,"
"What if I said no?"
"You'd left me with no choice."
"Why then are you here?"
He didn't respond this time, instead I heard his footsteps on the floorboards moving closer to me.
A familiar— oh, so familiar chills crawl up my skin, settling just right on my heart, numbing it altogether.
I remembered this feeling, and I remembered more when I felt him stop by my side, his large palm touching my jaw, bringing my face to look at him. At his emerald green eyes.
"It's you, isn't it? You saved me down the cliff, I should be dead, forgotten, why did you bring me back to this torment?"
His fingers slipped past my silvery locks, and his gentle hot breath fan against my neck, leaving its tingling trail, "Because it's not the time for your death kaila, my sweet lady."
His lips paused by the tip of my ear, "And... I recognized fire when I saw one, although I'm not occasionally drawn to every fire, however, yours roared differently."
"You know nothing." I whispered
And he chuckled again, "Yes, I don't. But your eyes betray a deep, much deeper hunger kaila... Is it revenge? Or something more?"
"What if I want to burn them all?"
He brought my face to meet his again, bringing his mouth near my ear, he whispered.
Gulping, I opened my mouth to say a word, but it remained elusive like a slippery fish in my grasp.
"I…"