Fated | The Heir of the She-Wolf

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

|ELEANOR|

Valerio’s body was pressed against mine while one of his hands was on my throat, and the other one grabbing me for my shoulder and pressing me against the metal fence.

“I asked you a f*****g question! Where the hell have you been?”, Valerio gritted through his teeth while his eyes were locked with mine. Fury was radiating through his whole body and I was paralysed with shock. In a single moment, the shock was replaced with anger stronger than anything I had ever felt. Anger stronger now than it was when I believed he killed my parents.

I tried pushing his hand off my neck but while I was strong, he was ten times stronger than me.

“Get your hands off of me!”, I whispered with threat in my voice.

Valerio did not move a muscle. Instead, his grip around me tightened and was starting to hurt me.

“You want to know where I was? Huh?”, I said to him while trying to realize exactly what was going on.

“I sneaked out of this f*****g boring tower and the f*****g boring trainings to do shopping, like a normal woman. Oh, and I stopped by my ex’s house for a quickie seeing how there are no decent men around here.”

Okay, both statements were a complete lie and I had no idea why I said that, but the look on his face was priceless.

“You did what?!”

|VALERIO|

“I sneaked out of this f*****g boring tower and the f*****g boring trainings to do shopping, like a normal woman. Oh, and I stopped by my ex’s house for a quickie seeing how there are no decent men around here.”

Eleanor was looking at me with rage boiling behind her eyes. Her rage, however, was nothing compared to mine after hearing her last sentence.

“You did what?!”, I whispered as the anger was pulsating through my every vein.

“I think you heard me. Now let me go.”, she said and I let go of her, turning on my heels and going inside the Tower.

First, I was pissed as f**k that some shitty prophecy was trying to dictate my life, to dictate my love life. Did I find Eleanor attractive? Yes. Did I want her in my bed? Yes. Did I get opiated by her smell? Damn yes. Did I want to settle with a single woman? Hell no.

Second, I was even more pissed to realize I was jealous. Jealousy was something new to me, I never cared enough for a woman to question where she goes after leaving my suite. Her response, the mention of going to her ex’s house after I believed she had fled… Words could not form in my thoughts to describe the knot in my stomach.

Fuck this, f**k Eleanor, f**k the prophecy or whatever it was. I am Valerio, the King of the Clans, and a silly woman was not going to dictate me.

Sitting on the leather couch in the living room of my suite, I took out my phone from the back pocket. First, I called Lorenzo to cancel the search for Eleanor. Then, I called Carla to come and relieve the pressure from the awful day.

|ELEANOR|

I was saying good night to Vanessa and leaving her room on the seventh floor after pouring my rage about the psycho scene Valerio caused. Waiting for the elevator to arrive from the lobby, I felt pain radiating under the skin of my bruised shoulder and neck.

The rage filled me up all over again and I punched the wall with such anger my fist left a small dent in the surface. What the hell was he thinking, treating me like this, being so aggressive and calling for a whole search just to find me? And just to think I was starting to let go of my hatred for him. And maybe to find him slightly attractive…

The elevator board beeped notifying the opening of the doors. To my surprise, a gorgeous woman with long blonde hair wearing the shortest black dress was in it. I walked in remembered seeing her that morning in the lobby with Valerio. She was Carla, the leader of the Magi clan.

She was leaning on the elevator wall with her long legs crossed in front of her body, fixing her lipstick while holding a tiny pocket mirror. Her blue eyes met mine and she put the mirror in her sparkly purse. I turned to press the button for the nineteenth floor when I noticed the button for Valerio’s suite was lit in green. It was almost midnight, what was she doing visiting him so late?

The elevator reached my floor and I politely wished the woman good night.

“Thanks, dear. I will surely have one.”, she smirked as the doors were closing, leaving me alone in the empty hallway.

Stunned, all I could do was turn around and swallow the tears about to burst from my eyes. A hollow feeling in my gut started to form and spread like a parasite. Why was I feeling like this?

Taking one step after the other, the exhaustion washed over me. I broke down in the middle of the hallway and fell on my knees, sobbing quietly. I missed my parents who left in the middle of the night and never came back, leaving me all alone. I missed my free life outside of this Tower when I could roam the streets and meet my friends. I missed being a child… I missed everything I had and I missed everything I never f*****g had.

And I was feeling jealousy for a guy I had just met, a guy I had spent nine years of my life hating, and seven planning to kill.

The realization of just how miserable I was hit me in a wave of desperation. My sobbing turned to a loud cry before I could do anything to stop it. It felt like my chest was about to rip open from the inside and my heart to burst.  

I heard a foreign cry in my head, in my ears, in my thoughts. The cry turned into a howl which took over every cell in my body. She was here. My wolf was here.