Maroon- a runaway slave
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Last night after going to sleep I tried not to think much of what was discussed between the beta and I, and as cliche as it sounds, I thought I would of somehow wake up from this crazy dream and be back at the estate living a drama free life, with Scarlette continously watching over me.
But when I found myself in the kitchen early this morning, I knew this was never going away.
Everything was just happening so sudden, its like I had no time to recover from one event, before another one was thrown in my face.
But 'possibly' being mated to Ares, was an event I don't think I'd ever get over, or get use to. And while being a slave was overwhelming, I'd chose a life of slavery over this predicament any day. Besides, weren't mates suppose to be nice to eachother.
I don't know for how long I stood infront of the stove and infront of the kitchens' window, but I know it was quite awhile when I saw the sun peaking from behind a nearby hill up ahead and before you know it, the sun had won dominance, washing away any trace of darkness and bringing forth a new day.
I was not surprised when I saw that the house I currently was in, was partially surrounded by woodland and for some unknown reason, those woods were calling out to me, hypnotising me, telling me I could be free.
Some people see the forest only for their trees, but I was seeing it as an escape route.
I didn't want to continuously see the world through the confines of a glass window and staying here with him is exactly what I would have to do. The idea of running away had never crossed my mind, but now, it was quite tempting.
You couldn't
Or you could!
I would be considered a maroon.
But you would still be free!
I took one quick glance over my shoulder, checking for watching eyes, they lingered at the entrance of the house waiting to see someone burst through the doors and when there was no one, I turned my attention back to the woods. My heart was beating so hard in my ears and I could feel the rush of blood coursing through my veins. This is my only chance.
My hand reached out towards the lock on the window, however it was suspended in mid air.
"Do it, I dare you"
His booming voice had me flinching and turning in his direction. How did I not see him. My heart was palpitating crazily in my chest as if I had just ran a marathon, and my neurotic thoughts of running away, cowered until they became non- existent.
A shadow was casted over his body from a column that he was leaning against in a draughty area of the room. It was almost as if the darkened space stole his figure and if he didnt readjust his body I wouldn't have seen him standing there in the first place. However I was forced to accept that he was probably watching me all along.
I blinked but almost screamed out when he appeared right infront of me, caging me in with his bulky arms on both sides of the of the stove. Instantly I was swarmed with his scent that was unbeknowingly doing something to me.
And then there he goes with that look again, those dark brooding eyes that perforated my soul and made me want to go hide in a corner and never come out.
"If you ever, think of, or run away. Just know that I'll find you, and drag you back, with your limbs rented apart"he he whispered slowly in a domineering tone.
I was taken aback how calmly he said it, but the undertone in his words was so viscious. The fear I had towards him was like a knife to the gut that was slowly being twisted and I realize this is constantly how I'm going to feel everytime he's around me.
"Is that suppose to be a threat? Because something tells me you're going to need me all in one piece" Its like my mouth had a mind of its own and my eyes widened with shock as I swallowed to dry my now parched throat.
I saw when he raised both his brows but then his features relaxed into his usual cold and distant expression. Leaning in, he raised one of his arms to my face, leaving a trail of tingles from my forehead to the nape of my neck and to anyone, it would seem as if we were having an intimate moment. I hated how much I wanted to just melt into his palm and how much I was twitching to do just that, however that feeling was short lived when he roughly pulled my head towards his face and said.
"It wasn't a threat, its a promise-
"Goodmorning Alpha"
Even when another presence was in the room he did not stop staring at me, as if waiting for me to vanish out of thin air. His deep brown eyes held so much intensity and I wasn't even looking at him to know this. Staring back at him after what he said would be a sin, breaking the divine taboo and I wasn't ready to take up that challenge.
His hand slackened until they were completely off of me, then he walked off. I released a shaky breath I didn't know I was even holding while my heart slowed back into its regular pace.
"Are you okay?" I looked up and was met with a sympathetic smile on the face of the doctor from yesterday. I gave a curt nod before he spoke again.
"I'm here to look at your wounds so please take a seat" he said professionally while pointing towards the couch in the living room.
Honestly, I was going to object because the pain in my stomach was feeling better, it was like it wasn't even there, but its better to be safe than sorry so I willingly complied.
I walked over into the living room to see him sitting in another couch, so I took the one that was farthest away from him. I watched as the doctor took out his equipment while I timidly lift up my shirt. The whole time I felt his glares scorching my skin with his baleful eyes.
I felt him removing the bandages so I averted my eyes until he was finished. I felt cool air blowing across my stomach followed by a gasp.
"Holy. Shit!"
Three pairs of eyes looked to the entrance to see Cyrus standing there with his mouth agape and eyes wide open. From the corner of my eye, I saw when Ares slowly stood up and began to walk over to where I was seated, those three pairs of eye now trained on me.
"How is this possible?" I heard him ask in an incendiary tone.
Their stares were making me feel uncomfortable, as if I were a species newly discovered. I turned to look at the doctor and saw him already looking at me, well a part of me. When I followed his stare, my hands grabbed onto the armchair as my face stricken.
My stomach was healed completely!.
And it wasn't the type of heal that would form a scab over few days, no, my stomach was flawless as if no wounds were there in the first place.
Its like my life was getting worse each passing day.
"Skyler, are you some type of super human that has metamorphically evolved and somehow gained the ability of regeneration, because if thats the case, I'm getting your autograph first" he joked while pulling out a pen and a notepad.
Is he serious?
"Unfortunately thats not the case beta Cyrus" the doctor said as he continued with his assessment.
"Then how do you explain this?" I heard him ask gravelly, now sitting on a couch opposite of me. My heart took a double beat, not because of the question he asked but because of the way he said it. As if he was going to lose his cool any minute.
Everyone was sitting and waiting eagerly for the doctor to explain what was going on, hell, it was my life and neither I knew what was going on in it.
"Well, the first thing I did yesterday was to do a diagnostic test to see if she, in any way was a supernatural being, and she is infact...human".
As he said that, it was as if a load was lifted off my shoulders, but that wasn't the question we all wanted to know.
"However, after you told me about the possibility of there being a 'bond' between you two, I further did my research. It is not impossible for a human to develop a bond with a werewolf,and the same goes for a werewolf but it is quite rare.
"The 'bond' between both will be covalent. And what I mean by this is that there will be alot of sharing going on. The connection you both have goes beyond just a bond, it can be fragile at one point but at another it will be quite strong.
"Whats happening here is that, through your bond, Alpha Ares, it recognized that she won't be able to heal herself since she is a human so your ability to heal and regenerate reached out and healed her instead.
"This is not the work of a witch or warlock, this is the mate bond taking its course. Alpha Ares, she is indeed your mate"
To be continued...
A/N
Ok so this was a confirmation chapter.
Also Skyler has chicken shit syndrome because I'd be out that window in the snap of a finger without giving it a second thought.
If you made it this far to read this, hats off to you because I was sleeping while writing this.
Lastly Carpral tunnel was making me its bitchðâºð§