Mine
1860 Words
SAOIRSE
There he stood—no, loomed—a beast built of nightmares and blood-red eyes, breath fogging in the moonlight like a demon catching his next meal.
And me? I was just a girl with dirt on her knees, blood on her foot, and a wild animal inside her that wouldn’t stop hyperventilating.
“Say something!” I wanted to scream at Nyx, but she was panting, silent—terrified. Not hiding. Just frozen inside of me.
Hell, maybe it was my fault. I didn’t know how to handle her. She didn’t know how to handle this.
Still, I stood up.
The emergency dress clung to my frame, damp with sweat and forest dew. My heart thudded against my ribs like it wanted out.
The rogue wolf’s growl echoed again, deeper this time. A warning. Or a promise.
I swallowed. “So…” My voice cracked, but I forced a bitter smile. “You gonna kill me, huh? Eighteen years old. Not even a decent first shift. You sure I’m worth the trouble?”
He didn’t answer but instead he roared, and this time it’s much more fierce and louder.
The trees trembled.
“Gods,” I muttered, throwing my arms up. “Okay! I get it! You’re sick of the monologue. But at least let me—”
A twig snapped beneath my foot. Agony lanced through my toe like fire. I dropped.
“f**k!”
The pain slammed through me like lightning and before I could even register it, he was already in front of me. Massive. Muscled. Murder in his eyes.
I didn’t have time to scream.
Nyx surged—howling, desperate—but she couldn’t shift. Not fully. All she could do was press her presence forward, shielding my face with hers like she could protect me.
And then she vanished.
Coward.
I scrambled backward, limbs flailing. My hand hit something jagged.
A stone.
I threw it. It bounced off the wolf’s shoulder like a joke. But I ran anyway, blood dripping from my foot, breath cutting out of my lungs.
He caught me in two bounds.
Claws raked across my back. Burning. Searing. My knees hit the ground.
I thought, this is it until I saw something . . . A glint of silver. Half-buried in the mud. A knife.
Thank the f*****g Moon.
I lunged for it, wrapped my fingers around the hilt, and stabbed—blindly, savagely—right into the beast’s neck.
The impact reverberated up my arm. The wolf staggered, howled in rage, and then—its form shimmered.
His bones slowly cracked. He howled like he’s calling for others and and a man slowly emerged.
Naked. Bleeding. Beautiful in the most brutal, cursed way. I didn’t wait to look at his face.
I ran.
Tore through the woods like the trees were reaching for me. My lungs burned. My back screamed. My foot was a mess of blood and dirt.
I didn’t care. I wanted to die but my body didn’t. My body wanted to live.
Even as another shadow darted between the trees. Another wolf with another set of hungry eyes and this time there was no knife to protect myself and this a throng of lone wolves trying to feast me.
“No, no, no…” I whimpered, stumbling backward, body trembling with leftover adrenaline.
The rogue wolf crept closer, saliva dripping from its jaw, gaze locked on my throat.
And then—
A scent.
Familiar.
I froze.
Cain.
And before I could even turn, my back slammed into something solid. A hard chest and he didn’t flinch or say something.
Every rogue vanished into the dark like they knew better.
Silence fell.
Then—
“Kings,” Cain murmured, voice rough as smoke and night.
It was the last thing I heard before my knees gave out.
And in the blur of falling, of bleeding, of losing the battle with my own weight—I felt him catch me.
Arms around my body.
Breath at my ear.
A whisper—furious, broken.
“Fuck.”
***
It felt like dying—but not the kind where your heart stops and everything fades to black. No, this was worse. I was floating in a dream, my body still breathing, but my soul had drifted somewhere far, far away. Somewhere safer. Somewhere warm. Maybe to my father.
I wanted to see him again. Just once. Even if it was to say goodbye on my birthday.
But the dream cracked. Light filtered through. And slowly, painfully, I opened my eyes to a ceiling I recognized.
“s**t,” I breathed, squinting.
The sterile white walls. The faint scent of herbs and antiseptic. A clinic. But not just any clinic—this was on Blackthorne territory. I sat up, instincts flaring like wildfire. Rage brewed deep in my gut as memories slammed into me—flashes of claws, blood, and a rogue’s snarl. And before that?
That party.
Them.
The betrayal.
I started to rip the sheets off when—
“I heard you finally shifted.”
Her voice. I froze. My mother was sitting beside me, calm and too composed for someone who abandoned her daughter.
I turned to her slowly. “It wasn’t good,” I said stiffly.
“I know you were with your brothers,” she said, voice dropping low, “and I know you ruined the supposed birthday party. I also know I messed up, Risey.” Her fingers brushed my hair. “I never should’ve let you leave. I was angry. I was stupid.” She took a deep breath, tightening her jaw.
I clenched my jaw, my chest tightening. There was a time I believed her love was enough to keep me whole. That time was long gone.
“I’m not your princess,” I muttered.
“And I’m not Luna-blood,” she whispered back. “But I’m still your mother.” she added with her eyes still on me.
I said nothing.
She took a breath. “What’s her name?”
“…Nyx,” I answered quietly.
Her lips curved into a soft smile. “I knew it.”
She reached for my hand. “You’re healing. Slowly. Your wolf’s still recovering.”
“Who brought me here?”
Instead of answering, she changed the subject. “Are you okay now?”
“Do I look okay?”
“The Healer did what she could. You’ll feel the pain for a while.”
I forced a tight smile. “Thanks. But I need to be alone.”
She checked her watch. “Your father—” she corrected herself too late. “The Alpha. He visited. He wants to speak with you.” And I know she regrets what she said to me.
I don’t want to claim anyone as my father but my biological father and now I don’t have the necklace that he gave me because of the Academy jerks who humiliated me.
Or my stepbrothers.
“Tell him I’m fine.”
She kissed my cheek and walked out, leaving behind a suffocating silence.
Finally. I started to rise—but the door creaked open again.
Cyrus.
My pulse spiked. Rage. Betrayal. Every memory I tried to bury clawed its way up my throat.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped, sliding to the edge of the bed.
He strode in like he owned the damn room. Sat beside me. Too close.
“Are you okay, Princess?” His hand brushed my neck. I flinched.
The makeup was still there. Thank the goddess.
“Don’t touch me,” I hissed.
He licked his lips, eyes dark. “I didn’t know Cain would go that far.”
“Oh really?” I laughed, venom sharp. “How convenient. The heir does something vile and the spare plays dumb.”
His finger grazed my lips. I slapped his hand away. “You don’t get to play soft now.”
“I want to show you something.” He pulled a chain from his pocket.
My breath caught.
My necklace.
The one from my father. The one Chloe ripped off in front of everyone. It was real. Same texture. Same weight. My hand trembled.
“I repaired it,” he said, grinning, dimples flashing like a curse. “Didn’t want it broken.”
“You really did this?” I whispered.
“I did.”
“…I don’t know what to say.”
“A kiss would do.” He smirked, snatching it back when I reached for it.
“Give it back!”
“You’re not well.” He pushed me gently down.
“I’m healed!” I growled.
He leaned in, thumb brushing my cheek. “I’m sorry, Risey,” he said softly. My breath caught.
He looked… ruined. Like he hadn’t slept. Like something was clawing him from the inside out.
“I didn’t know. And I didn’t stop it. But the drinks… they were laced.”
“You’re still high,” I muttered.
He laughed bitterly, running a hand through his mess of hair. “Maybe.”
“Give me the necklace.”
He shook his head and f**k it, I wanted it so bad that I pulled him down and kissed his soft lips. Too soft for a man.
I don’t know why.
Maybe because he was broken. Maybe because I was. Maybe because his mouth tasted like wine and regret and I wanted to forget everything.
His hands found my waist. My back arched into him. My fingers dug into his shoulders, then lifted his shirt—only to find…
Blood.
A gash.
Still fresh. Still raw.
I froze. “You’re bleeding.”
He tried to pull me close again. “It’s nothing.”
“Don’t lie.” I stood, snatching the necklace and slipping it into my pocket.
Then he grabbed my wrist and stepped forward, towering over me.
“Do you wanna know?” he whispered.
“Know what?”
“My father did this.”
Silence. My wolf stirred, ears perked, heart thudding.
“What?”
“I took the blame,” he said. “For the party. I didn’t want Cain’s name tainted. He’s the heir. He can’t afford a scandal.”
“And you—” my voice broke. “You took the punishment?”
“I did,” he whispered. “Because I needed you to know I’m not heartless.”
His voice cracked. I’d never seen him this exposed. This raw.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, not sure who I was apologizing for.
He smiled—just a little. And then I hugged him.
Not because I forgave him.
But because I saw the damage no one else did.
He pulled back, eyes on mine. Then he kissed me—soft this time. Gentle. Searching.
And I let him.
Until he bit down.
Pain exploded in my neck.
I gasped. “What did you—”
He looked at me, lips red, eyes glowing with hunger.
“Sorry, Princess,” he murmured, voice dark and sinful.
“Looks like I just marked you mine.”
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