I was reluctant on leaving Kieran. If anything, I intended on not leaving him at all. I had basically tried to attach myself to him so that no one could take me away from him again. That didn't quite work. I was eventually pulled away from Kieran, but it was not easy.
It took five men including Jale and my father to get me out of whatever abuse room we were in. Kieran tried keeping me from being hauled away, but he could only do so much. His hands were literally tied.
With a lot of man power and a sedative, I was eventually moved back to my room where I woke up.
I had basically set up camp once again in my room. I was being petty, I know, but I couldn't help my anger. Not only was I mad, but so was my wolf.
I didn't know what was wrong with me. Ever since Kieran gave me his stupid bite, I haven't been myself. I was ten times more on edge with everything. I felt tired, angry, and I snapped at Eli more times in the past two days than I can count. Honestly, I had contemplated ripping apart this pack apart one werewolf at a time.
Alex attempted making conversation with me, but I just ignored her. Actually, I just shut the door in her face.
I've been getting a bit more confident in my actions toward her and-well-everyone.
Since then, Eli has been the only one coming up to see me no matter how many times I act rudely toward him or just blatantly ignore him. I even tossed a lamp at him-which he dodged by the way.
I chuckled at the thought of the small lamp missing his head by just mere centimeters making his blue eyes narrow at me. I growled at him and matched his stare. Eli rolled his eyes and shook his head looking away from me. He stood up off of my bed and started walking towards the door before pausing.
"You know," Eli stated turning back to look at me, "just because you can feel Kieran's irritability through that mark, doesn't mean you have to express it." His tone was cold making my eyebrows knit together.
"What are you talking about?" Something must have clicked in his brain as his angry expression softened. He sighed and ran his hand through his brown hair. I watched him closely as he made his way back over to the bed and sat down.
"Okay," he started as he looked at the very visible bite mark on my neck, "that's a mark." I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him.
"Eli, I'm not a god damn idiot-"
"I never said you were," Eli interrupted me making me sigh out of annoyance. "Then again, you're a werewolf who has no idea what the meaning of a mark is."
"I know what a mark is," I snapped feeling even more anger rise through my body. Anger that I didn't even understand why I had. Eli raised his right brow at me waiting for an explanation. "It's like a status symbol or something. It shows like-hey! My mate is an Alpha. Fight me." Eli was obviously not impressed by my explanation.
"You just insulted the Moon Goddess and mates everywhere," he said with all seriousness making me glare. "A mark isn't just some 'status symbol', Grey. A mark ties you to someone. It connects you with your other half in ways that humans will never understand. A mark allows you to feel your mate's every emotion, their pain, everything," he spoke so passionately. He looked lost in thought for a moment before his gaze settled back on me. "Kieran's mark isn't just some bond to you. That mark is a warning to every other male who may feel the want to mate you himself." I grimaced in disgust.
"Why would anyone want to take another werewolf's mate?" I asked not fully understanding the ludicrous statement. Why would a werewolf want to steal another wolf's mate when he or she has his or her own?
"Judging by Kieran's mark, I highly doubt you'll be having to worry about that," Eli mumbled. My eyes narrowed on him silently asking him what he was talking about. "Male wolves mark their mate as a way of showing their claim on them. The mark doesn't possess any magical qualities that keep other guys away, but it does show how strong the wolf is that you'll be fighting with over said mate." Eli pointed to a spot on my mark where the color was much deeper than the rest of the scar. I knew it was where Kieran's canines were seeing as how there were three other spots just like it. "A male wolf's canines are one of his most valued traits. The bigger the canines, the bigger the bite. Based on this," Eli said motioning to my mark, "Kieran could rival Jale if he wanted to, and honestly there's a good chance Kieran would win."
Pride swelled within me knowing that my mate was strong. Of course he was. He's an alpha, my alpha.
"You really think that?" I asked. He nodded with a blank expression.
"I do."
We sat there for a moment in silence. Neither of us really knew what to say. I just sat there trying to contemplate it all. It made sense now. My anger wasn't really my anger. It was Kieran's. I was feeling his emotions through the mark. The pain I was feeling before wasn't actually my pain. It was Kieran's, too. The flashes of confidence, hatred, and even just the sheer want to murder everyone, they weren't my own emotions. They were all Kieran's.
I was literally the other half of Kieran.
"Kieran would never hurt me," I spoke up. Eli's sad, blue eyes scanned over my face before making their way to the mark.
"I know he wouldn't."
"Then why won't they let me see him?" I asked as obvious hatred spilled from my lips. Eli's eyes snapped back up to my face and stared me dead in the eyes.
"You do understand he snapped your neck, right?" He snapped at me. I leaned away from his glare. I could feel the hatred that had been bottled inside of me for the past few days slowly morph into fear. I still was not used to seeing Eli mad. Out of my entire family, he seemed like the only one actually in control of his emotions, including me.
"Well, I mean, he's never tried to hurt anyone." Lie. That's a lie, and I knew it. He literally killed someone in front of me, but she tried killing me. So that means it doesn't count, right?
Eli gave me an angry look that just screamed 'are you freaking kidding me'.
"He almost killed mom!" Eli shouted throwing up his hands. I leaned back again when his right hand was just a few inches away from hitting my face. "He attacked her, Jale, and dad! Mom could have died!"
"What are you talking about?" I shouted back at him. His eyes darkened as he stood up off of the bed.
"Mom was the first one into the training room! She heard it! She literally heard him snap your neck! She found you lying there with him standing over you! She thought he killed you!" Eli was obviously livid, but he was obviously upset, too. He was getting so mad that I could see the angry tears glazing over his eyes. I frowned. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't help but sympathize with my family. My mate who everyone already fears because he's some dangerous, killing-machine werewolf snapped my neck. I can see how bad that would look even if it wasn't entirely the truth.
"I'm perfectly fine," I said quietly, but it came out blunt and-well-mean, if anything.
Mate not happy. I frowned as the words of my wolf swam around in my mind.
Great. Now I can't control my wolf and Kieran's feelings that I'm bound to feel no matter what. Perfect.
"Well, why not tell that to mom? You've been ignoring her for days. All that she wants to know is that you're okay," Eli spat angrily but his icy, blue eyes betrayed his words. His eyes were still glazed over and I could tell just how much of a toll all of this was taking on him. I wanted to hug him, but at the same time I didn't. Thanks to Kieran's emotions mixing with mine, I also felt the need to shout at him again and make him cry.
I knew that Alex just wanted to speak to me and make sure I was okay. I didn't really care, though. Well, for the past few days I didn't. Kieran's hatred toward my mother was seeping through the mark. My wolf wasn't really helping, either.
"Fine," I growled out through clenched teeth. I stared up at Eli, and his face softened as an angry tear rolled down my cheek. In all honesty, I hadn't even realized I was this close to crying until now. "I'll talk to Alex. I'll go down to dinner tonight and make conversation there, but you're taking me to see them afterward."
"Thank you."
Eli left my room after that. I decided instead of sitting in my bed for another four hours, I would go get a shower. I turned the water up to a boiling heat which I didn't bother turning down. I just took in and embraced the pain until my body got used to the feeling.
I got out, brushed my teeth, and did all of the other necessary stuff that I had done just hours ago when I woke up. I threw on a pair of cropped, black leggings and a plain grey tank top along with a sports bra and underwear. I ignored putting on any socks. I always hated socks.
Dinner was okay-quiet-but okay. Alex was surprised to see me sitting at the dinner table, and I'm pretty sure I even saw Greyson crack a smile. That was until he saw the mark and his usual scowl returned. Stiletta gave me a warm smile all through dinner, and Jale was Jale. He grunted once or twice. Eli was pretty quiet, though. It worried me, but I think it was his way of telling me to talk to Alex because he wasn't going to.
Alex made casual conversation. Greyson even tried joining in, but then someone would bring up something that he didn't seem fond of, and he would just shut down again. It was obvious Greyson wasn't much of the 'best friend' type, but I could be wrong. Maybe he just not the 'my daughter's mated to a shredder that tried killing my mate' person. I suppose I'll never know.
"You've got five minutes," Eli said sticking the key into the lock of the door. "The guards will be back in about fifteen. Use your time wisely, Grey." He pushed the door open for me allowing my to see the familiar grey and silver cells. With a grateful smile, I walked past Eli and into the cellar.
"Oh look, it's the marked maiden," Bolton muttered from his cell as I neared them, "hey princess," he greeted with a smirk. I growled lowly at him for using that nickname. Only Kieran gets to call me those things. "Someone's fiesty," Bolton joked holding his hands up in mocking surrender.
I ignored him and the strong urged that I had to beat him with his own hands and looked into Kieran's cell hoping to find him. He wasn't there.
"Where is he?" I shot out quickly turning back to Bolton.
"They locked him up in another room for the time being. Surprised you couldn't feel his loneliness, his anger," Bolton said making me go rigid. I could feel his anger. That's why I was so mad. That's why I felt the need to come down here and scream at him for marking me while I was unconscious. That's why I felt the need to literally rip this pack apart. I brought my hand up to the mark and rubbed it.
"Speaking of," I turned to Marilyn with angry eyes. She watched me with a bored expression, "you never mentioned this part of having a mark."
"Well, sorry little Luna. I didn't exactly have the chance to receive one," Marilyn snapped at me. Bolton chuckled a bit from the cell directly beside hers.
"That's not true," Bolton pressed looking at Marilyn with a cocky smirk.
"What do you mean?" I asked looking at Bolton, then Marilyn, and then back to Bolton. Marilyn let out a sigh and then rolled her eyes.
"I had a mate," she stated making my eyes grow. Marilyn having a mate? That's unthinkable.
"When?" I asked walking directly in front of her cell. I wanted to grip onto the bars, but knew that wouldn't do anything but burn the palms of my poor hands.
"Like two years ago, I think," she said looking at Bolton in a questioning way. He then gave her a nod.
"Well, what happened to him?" Marilyn groaned as she ran her hands down her face.
"Do you ever stop with the questions?" I shook my head, no.
"I never really grew up with many answers."
"Touché," she muttered. "Well, his name was Jonah. He was a beta, and a great kisser," she said with a small smile playing on her lips. She pauses for a moment. The smile stayed plastered to her lips as she stared at the floor below my feet.
"And?" I pressed making her snarl at me.
"Will you relax? I'm getting there," she snapped at me once again moving her gaze from the floor to look directly into my grey eyes. I nodded and decided it was best to just shut my mouth. Even though she was locked inside of the cell, I still feared she would break through the bars and throw me down the hallway like a rag doll.
"Anyway, my pretty, little beta refused to let me join his pack, and he refused to leave," she stated coldly. Her jaw clenched and her abnormally nonmanicured nails tapped on the floor. "I would have done anything for him. I would have been civilized, but he didn't think so. He lead me on, and then rejected me." Her eyes were trained on the cold, cellar floors. I gulped not knowing what to say. I'd never seen Marilyn quite this upset over something. You could tell inside her head she was livid maybe even a bit sad, but she did a great job of keeping composed.
"I was so addicted to the way his mouth tasted when he kissed me. I thought there wasn't a damn thing that could ever compare to it," she said as a smile slowly made its way to her lips. Her dark brown eyes still stayed trained to the floor. "I was wrong," she chuckled looking up at me with a viscous smile. "His blood tasted a hell of a lot better."
I gaped at Marilyn in horror. I stumbled backward away from her a bit as Bolton mumbled 'calm down, Satan'. My back hit the silver bars on the cell behind me making me yell and lurch forward.
"You killed your mate!" I shouted a bit too loudly. I just prayed that no one heard me. I tried to ignore the burning in certain parts of my back where the silver was able to make contact with my skin. The tank top I was wearing had not managed to cover much of the top section of my back which I could only assume was burned pretty harshly even though I'd only made contact with the silver for a split second.
"He broke my heart," she stated covering her heart with her hand. Her face displayed sadness, but her eyes were deceiving. Her dark eyes showed not one bit of remorse for what she had done to the poor boy, "so I ripped his out."
Bolton looked over at her with a sigh.
"Great, you know what? Just don't listen to me next time, f------ Satan," Bolton barked. "Look, she's scared shitless. Way to go." He motioned to me with his hand.
"I-I-"I stuttered.
"Grey, let's go!" Eli hollered at me from the door. I looked up the hall to see him peek his head through the door.
"I have to go," I said quickly not looking at either Marilyn or Bolton. I kept my eyes trained on Eli. "I'll be back. I swear."
"Bring me some food next time, Princess. I'm literally starving," Bolton shouted at me as I began walking to Eli.
"Yea, yea, alright," I mumbled pushing open the door the rest of the way. Eli gave me a worried look noticing my expression. The door shut loudly behind me.
"Kieran wasn't there," I said quietly. I could feel the color draining from my face as I spoke. Who knew what they were doing to him. Eli looked genuinely confused.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean what I said Eli!" I shouted not caring if anyone heard me. I was panicking. "They said he's in some room!" Eli's eyes widened making my heart drop.
What were they doing to him.
"He's in lock nine," Eli mumbled. "He's gonna lose his mind in there."
"You have to take me to him," I answered quickly. Eli shook his head.
"Grey, I can't. Wolves go crazy in lock nine. He's dangerous."
"My Kieran isn't dangerous," I stated staring Eli dead in the eye. "Kieran would never do anything to jeopardize the safety of his pack." And he would never do anything to jeopardize my safety.
Mate not happy.
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