Born Enemies, Fated Mates

Malcolm Wolfsbane

As much as I was shocked by Eliora's sudden betrayal, I was even more suprised at the identity of the man before me. Malcolm Wolfsbane. He was the first born son of Alpha Denver, he was a notorious name among the tongues of the warriors of my pack. His ruthlessness, his evil heartedness, his merciless nature. They say he was the true heir to the Sunfyre alpha in blood and heart. The true Alpha. I remembered the red eyes which watched me from the darkness. That was the same pair of red eyes glaring at me now. They belonged to only one person all along - Him. He had watched me for so long. He had set Eliora after me, at least that was the only explanation for this turn around.

"You..." I could not believe Eliora. "You traitor..."

If she had been working for Malcolm all along, then what about Lily? Maybe Lily had not betrayed us afterall. Maybe it was all part of Eliora's sly plan. Maybe something had happen to Lily... Poor Lily! What had they done to her? Why would Eliora even betray me? Did she not want to escape this evil place? Had she become so loyal to these tyrants too?

"You are such a fool, Bluewinter. Just like your father, your mother, your alpha and everyone in your worthless pack!" Malcolm sneered. "Fortunately, the Havenmoon girls like Eliora here have been taught a good lesson. They know better than to stand against the might of the great Sunfyres. They know what happens when you try it."

Malcolm used his hands on Eliora, running his fingers through her short, thick, black hair. Then his fingers progressed down to her chest, her left breast squeezing beneath his firm grasp. She did not even blink in protest as he smirked.

"You are all slaves and you all belong to us."

I could not accept this. The Eliora I had come to know was strong and independent, now she was just weak and pathetic. A traitor, a snake, undeserving of any freedom.

"You have done well, Eliora." He said to her. "You will receive your reward as soon as I get what I want." His words were low yet clear, cold and abrasive.

I wondered what this reward was. The reward for the one who betrayed me and threw away our only chance at escape for some promise made by Malcolm Wolfsbane. As if the Sunfyres ever fulfilled their promises. Eliora was actually worse than I thought. If only I could grab her right then, teach her a lesson. My blood boiled for revenge.

Slowly Malcolm Wolfsbane walked back towards me. He bent forward and held up my face. His hand was so cold and so was the look in his eyes. "So you are that girl that Vermin likes so much. He even hides you from father. I have always known my brother to be pathetic, but this is another level of disappointment." He shook his head to express disappointment.

"Is that why you hide behind my window every night, you coward?!"

The men around us came in agitation, ready to teach me a lesson. He stopped them and smiled, that was the first time he truly smiled. "You are just like your stupid father." He chewed. "I will see how much you can be so sharp mouthed when I take you back home to my father. He will be so happy to meet you."

For a while, my eyes looked into his. Vermin might be the definition of pain and evil but this man was the representation of it. I could literally see the devil smiling through his eyes. Finally he gave the command.

"Take her into the ship. We are leaving this island and going back to the capitol. Meanwhile, wait for me. There is someone I have to see."

He turned around towards the mansion, wearing a creepy smile.

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Vermin

I was thinking about the weird events of the day when I heard the knock on the door.

It was Lysandra. I knew what she wanted. A simple kiss, a fierce kiss. Followed by a precise kiss, and then the kiss that would lead to the other things. She was dressed in the seductive mode of a lustful princess, ignoring the fact that her father now stayed in this same mansion as us.

"Who cares about him?" She said. "He dares not stop the future alpha from laying with his luna."

Just then when she wrapped her arms around me, the memories came back. For a moment today, my old feelings had returned. When I took Yeneffer and wrapped her around my hands, my whole body vibrated in synchrony. My body cells all cried in unison, begging me to never let go. When I did eventually, an emptiness suddenly came over me and my heart begged for a reunion.

"No! She is a slave. No, she is weak!" I had told myself. "You can't stoop so low to nurture feelings for such a weakling." I reminded myself. Thank the blood moon that I did. If Derek had found us, the engagement with Lysandra would be broken. Father would be so disappointed.

"Hey, are you listening?" Lysandra crept her soft hands towards my sword. It growled in response, she smiled.

Her form leaned towards mine, and she hovered atop as her lips blossomed in contact with mine. She pulled the sword towards herself. I felt the wet kiss, slow and refreshing. It grew bigger in her tiny hands. She proceeded to dip it into herself.

This used to be so enjoyable, so electric. But now all I saw was memories of her. That weakling. That enemy. That Bluewinter.

"Yen..." I muttered, not listening to myself.

"What?" Lysandra pulled back. I did not think she heard me as well.

The door opened with a bang. It was Sheara, Lysandra's mother. She looked so angry. Darius was peeping from behind her, probably judging us right there.

"Quit this romance at once. We have a problem." Sheara said. "Runaways!"

Lysandra was so angry yet so glad. When was the last time she was called to action? She probably missed hunting runaways. "They will regret ever thinking about it." She promised, as her heaven hole slipped away from the tip of my standing pole.