After the bomb was dropped, I expected a pandemonium, such a life I would never want any part of, however it was one I was living in, one that felt so surreal.
So it was confirmed, I am his mate, but was he mine? Both Cyrus and the doctor had left about 5 minutes ago, leaving the both of us to wallow in our own ambivalent state of mind.
'What now?'
My mind fought to cogitate a logical response, but so far nothing rational seemed to be at my disposal.
"I hope you know this changes nothing" he announced while casually leaning against a column from across the room. It was obvious that he was keeping his distance, as if any closer would conjure up plethora of events that would worsen the situation than it already was.
"I didn't expected it to" I trailed off.
Deep down inside, I knew I was lying to myself, because I did expect him to at least ease up a bit with the threats and accusations. Maybe even more.
I didn't want to look at him, afraid that if my eyes as much as looked in his direction, the butterflies in my stomach would take flight, or he would pick up that I was probably lying.
Why is it that whenever he was physically around me, he'd trigger some female hormone in my brain that would make me yearn for him to be closer to me than he already was,
Did that make me weird, or was it a werewolf thing?
It was like there was this invisible force that was forcefully pulling at me.
"Oh but you must have been expecting something" he retorted almost as if he was taunting me. I finally looked up to stare at him, but instantly sucked in a breath as I became overwhelmed.
His eyes were an endless pool of dark amber that stared backed at me and seemed to be swallowing me whole. They were so passive but so beautiful.
I squirmed in my seat from his burning gaze. Why is it that just one look from him makes me react this way
He braced himself off the column he was leaning against and began to stalk dominantly over to where I was sitting.
"Wha- what are you doing?" I asked panicked as my eyes widened and I flew up from my spot and began to back away. At the beginning, the urge for him to be closer to me was slowly eating me up, but right now I wanted him to stay as far back.
With every step he took towards me, I matched it with backwards one of my own, until my path was obstructed by a traitorous wall that wanted me to be caught by the very being I was trying to run from.
I stopped and looked at him, he stopped and looked at me, then time seemed to come to a terrifying halt. He then began to walk towards me again, but this time slower, more dangerous.
There was no where else to run to and suddenly I was feeling trapped, and with every slow,menacing step he took towards me, I felt a sudden stab of terror to my gut until he was finally looming over me with his huge figure.
He was otherworldly tall and was blocking my line of vision with his very broad shoulders, so I couldn't focus on any other thing apart from him. He stepped in front of me and leaned down to my height, his breath fanning the right side of my face but there was no way I could make eye contact.
"Tell me, what did you expect?" His voice was a deep purr that had my heart thundering against my ribcage as he placed both arms on either side of my body, sandwiching me between him and the wall.
I was left speechless, maybe it was because of his close proximity, how oldly calm he was or the way he was behaving towards me. It all was just so foreign compared to how he was treating me a couple days ago.
"Did you expect me to touch you like this?" He asked as he pressed the right side of his face to the left side of mine then trailed his nose to the crook of my neck.
My eyes widened at this but my stomach clenched in excitement. I really hated how my body parts were reacting, as if they all had a mind of their own.
He didn't give me much time to answer before he spoke again.
Or like this?" He purred once more, then felt both of his muscular hands rubbing soothing circles on my hips.
"Why are-are you doing this?" I stammered as my voice degenerated in a childish whimper. He was so unreadable it was almost scary.
"Did you expect me to all of a sudden start trusting you, express my deepest concerns and care for you, to...convert this sudden vulnerability into a solid foundation. Did you expect all that?" He asked rather haughtily and completely ignoring my question.
"Its not my fault I was mated to yo-"
"Answer the damn question Skyler!" He cut me off while slamming his hands violently against the wall I was leaning on. Why was he so upset.
His primitive display of anger was scaring me. He stood there watching me with dark unwelcoming eyes, waiting for me to answer his question.
I gulped as the intensity of his stare was weighing me down. He was like a big cat and I was like a mouse that got caught in a dark corner and one wrong move could lead to my treacherous death.
And not because he was suddenly my mate means that all the fear I had towards him or werewolves in general had flown out the window.
"No I did not" I answered as my voice quivered. My legs felt like jello under me because of his intimidating demeanor, and I didn't know I was falling until I felt his hand instinctively reached out and grabbed my falling figure, bringing me closer to his body.
Sparks shot out from his body to mine and I had to stop myself from melting in his arms right then and there. I felt heat radiating from off his body and engulfing me as he held a firm arm around my waist, pressing me against his rippling body of muscles.
"I thought you knew better not to lie to me" he queried sternly as his head tipped to the side and he stared down at me. My eyes trailed from his buff chest, to his thick neck then finally I met his darkened eyes, that were already watching me attentively. And in that moment, I knew lying won't do me any good in this situation.
"Yes..." I answered as I struggled to stop the quavering in my own voice.
His face was a blank canvas, expressionless and almost soulless. His distant stare was grating against my nerve the longer we stood there, and I'd give anything to know what was going inside of his head. He was just so unpredictable.
"Well that's what they're always going to be, an expectation, an illusion but never a reality" he drawled out and I felt an involuntary tug against my heartstring.
Hearing that, it was almost as if I just got thrown in a river of disappointments.
But why did I feel so disappointed though.
But even so, I wasn't going to let him have the last word.
"Are you done? You speak of expectations as if its one sided, how can you be biased in thinking that I'm the only one that's 'expecting' something out of this predicament, when you're expecting something out of it too.
Won't you expect me to meet up with that witch again, and won't you expect me to tell you all that happened" I spoke with my heart in my throat and my chin barely held high in an attempt to get my point across.
In a way I felt a sort of accomplishment slowly swelling up in my chest the more the he stood there and not saying anything and just when I thought I had won he spoke again.
" You're wrong, I expect nothing from you. You see, there's a thin line between expectations and acceptances. I don't expect you to meet with the witch, because I've already accepted it, you will have another encounter with her, and when you do, I have already accepted .that you will tell me everything that happened between you two, thoroughly and effectively". He said passive aggressively while looking at me from head to toe.
I felt that same sense of accomplishment slowly slipping away from me and the conversation sliding from my grasp. Its like no matter what I would say or do, he'd always find a way to use it against me.
And I hated it.
And how condescending he could be.
I became aware of his arm that was still snaked around my waist. Well, more like latched on to my waist, and began to wiggle my way out of his grasp successfully.
I felt anger and annoyance bubbling up inside of me.
"So basically what you're saying, is that you're going to use me as bait to get what you want?"
What was his deal with witches anyway, I thought they didn't have any real value to society?
There was a good distance between us now and I was thankful for the gap.
"I think you fail to remember that you are a slave, and your main purpose is to be used so this shouldn't be a surprise for you. And even though we are mates, we are never, ever going to be mates. So you better accept it sooner rather than later". He said arrogantly, while I just stood there looking at him furiously.
"Thats not righ-
" Shut. Up" he silenced, and I clamped my mouth shut. He was so overbearing. I cast my eyes down, looking anywhere but him. From my field of vision, I saw when he lingered in his spot for a few minutes before he turned and retreat out the door, leaving me alone.
'Oh, I'll show you slave'
A/N
Dudes, Ares has his reason for being a douche.
But too much doucheness will come and bite him hard on the ass.
Idk, but for some reason, as i go up in chapter the harder it gets to write. And Im no expert.
Also I struggle from social awkwardness, so making conversations in these chapters are really challenging