Avenge

Unexpected

Cullen

What in Goddess's plan was expected?

Conflicted in being thankful for living but I'm set here as a prisoner. I can't be too surprised at the fact my own mate is ashamed of the truth. He hardly looked at me, not once has our eyes connected.

The moment I wish for him to just look my way, to me... he was the first to walk out the room.

It was a lot. I know. And wishing he stayed back may of been asking for too much. I wanted answer and I know he does too.

Once I was left alone in my room I walked every inch of it. Seeing if the witches truly seal it. They did.

I waited and waited. Thinking someone will come by. Not a soul walked the hall down my way. With one courtesy, the Luna granted me a room with its own bathroom. I was told I couldn't leave without permission nor another person.

Leaving may never happen and given they took my wolf away, I'm alone.

Taking the longest, hottest shower ever. My skin felt better after the weeks in my cell. I didn't care for the pain that came, I was healing slowly but being able to wash myself was heaven.

Closing my eyes I let the now near cold water fall on my aches. Everything falling in my head. Unable to shake it off, I feel the acceptance of the shame my mate should have.

What did he thought of me now that I've practicality given myself up? Even if I haven't said a word of the Phoenix Sons, I still have myself in the worst way.

"Disloyal. Scum. Better off dead." I breathed.

A flash of his face sent shivers done my body, it warmth the water, my body jerked it off. How on earth can the face of my mate reflect such a way on me?

No clue on what's to come. I still have to hold myself up. Still be the man I know I am. Even here. Even when everyone sees me as just their enemy. Or their Beta's trash mate.

Nothing left I ready myself for bed. What else could I do if it's not to sleep.

Changing in the bathroom with the stream still healing my aches, I use my towel to dry my hair, it's grown longer. I can swipe it back now.

Taking the steps out the bathroom a new, familiar smell invades me. Stopping myself, I bring my attention up slowly, only to see where, or who the smell came from.

"We need to talk."

Holding back a groan, I ruffled my hair as I reply back. "So the mate returns, on whom demands? I doubt your own."

Walking pass him I take the other end of the bed to give us space. He stood fast but didn't move from the bed itself.

"I'm here on my own demands."

"Sure." I shrug out.

He was easily annoyed. Certainly he knows this wasn't gonna be easy. That I'll be some pleaded girl for him.

I put my towel down, feeling him stare at me intensely. Looking at my mate, I waited. Given he was looking my way he still hasn't connect with my eyes. Anything but my eyes.

"Why did you say something now? After all the weeks, why now?"

"My death. It may of been wrong but I wanted to at least know the name of my mate."

A jerk of disbelief hit. "You were scared. You used the damn bond."

"You didn't have to follow the bond. You could have let him do what he was gonna, just like the other times. Or did you wanted to kill me yourself?" Watching his throat bobbed up and down. He took a second to answer.

"You left me no choice."

"You had a choice, Beta." Saying his title rather calling him my mate or anything else seemed to ticked him off.

"It's Mason. And Don't think I did any of it for you. This doesn't mean a damn thing. I don't have a pull to you."

I shrug again. Yet that too pissed him off.

"You think just because you're Goddess's choice of my mate that you're saved, wrong. Anything you expect may only be wishful thinking. Don't get use to being here."

As truthful as that may be. My own push back hit when he wants to deny the pull he has indeed followed.

"Won't make a difference. Even when I know you come to see me even with that hatred look."

"I never come alone. It's work."

"Wrong." I said firmly and took a step closer to him. His body tense to my move. Eyes following every step.

"You're aware I can smell you even if you stop at the cell next to me, or when you're right outside that door."

Even if he left the room first. He returned. I heard the footsteps, the paused, the frustrations of hesitation he had before leaving after pacing back and forth. I knew he was there.

"You're nothing more than work. This is just..I don't know."

"You do." Mason's jaw clench. Challenging his own words triggered him. I sense it.

It felt good to challenge him, too good. I can taste it.

"You can't pretend like you didn't feel the pull. Even when you sat down on a chair, in front of my cell. You knew."

"You're work." He shrug falsely.

"Let me tell you something. Because I know something of you."

"Wrong." I laughed.

"I never looked for your name just the knowledge of the Beta. I know when you get with males you never dated because they never met your standards. You dated women because of your dominance. But hear this." Getting closer. "I can be submissive at the right time. And I will willingly, on the causal bring your dominance forward."

No surprise when her wraps his hand around my throat violently.

"Are you asking to die?"

Silence.

My eyes fall to his lips. "Go ahead. I know it's on your mind. Force me on my knees if that's what you want. Make your decision of us, now."

Mason brought me close enough his scent will stain me. "That suffering you felt, you will keep it. No lie in telling yourself that you didn't feel my every release. That you did just carve it, it destroyed you to not have your own."

Was he teasing me?

"Then show me. End the suffering. Or do you fear you are the one who will carve it?" Mason's grips tighten, burning my throat from its unhealed wounds.

"You have no clue. This may be temporary. My pull away is the stank you got. He's died and you still hold his smell and that's enough to know the fate of US."

As soon as he said that, my eyes widen as it dropped. That is when Mason let's go.

Any arouse fell then, my weak side showed when I didn't respond back.

Once I tried to look up, he retreated his eyes that finally locked to mine. Only to have him leave the room once again.

"Fuck." I panted.

He still smells him. Without saying the words, he knew of my past. How? Could he always smell it on me? Even at the meeting? Was that why..?

I don't know what to expect. He may be right. This won't work. I was wishful thinking. He won't give in to someone like me.

Why didn't he just kill me. I'm a dead man anyways.

I heard a soft creak, the door slightly cracks open. He didn't close it all the way. Was that a sign?

Whatever it was. I took it. No thoughts, no plan, just left.

Many times I thought I could escape, run back home and prove myself of the future Beta. Maybe even now I still can. But no.

Making my escape out this house felt dreadful, feeling the air hit my skin without my wolf felt like a betrayal. Why?

Making my out and finding a weak spot seemed impossible, or was it deep down I couldn't leave the ground itself.

"s**t. Where can I go?"

Return back will be hell. They may not even see me as the same, Luna may kill me. She has countless reasons. And if she ever founds out of my fated mate to the Beta, she'll kill me at the gates.

No clue on what to do I felt stuck in the woods. I haven't ran far. My escape was short and very collided with me. Looking up to the Moon Goddess’s light. I breathed her in. Waiting to get her guided sense in me.

Waiting for her to tell me which way to my death. Each path only leads to death.

"It's cold out, Cullen." An intense, soothing female voice cracked in the air. It mix with the Moon Goddess’s.

Shivering I then looked forward. "Luna?" s**t. s**t. s**t. "How did you.."

"I had an interesting talk with your mate. Plus, my instinct thought you would. So come on, it's cold."

She knew? Did he knew and told her? Wait! Was he testing me? Was all of this just a test? What's going on?

"Come, Cullen."

Her voice was soft yet her forceful Luna voice edge me to her demand. It was like my own will. That's on call for.

She waited for me to walk her side. In the silent breeze we walk back into the pack house. I accepted I had been caught and she will punish me.

In more surprises, she does not lead me to my room, instead we are entering the kitchen.

"Sit."

I obey. The seconds of waiting for her were loud.

"Do you want to talk, freely?" She asked.

"For how long until you slice my throat?"

She giggled at my suggested punishment.

"Enough of that. You are not a prisoner." I gave her a confuse look. Again she laughed. "Beside that."

"I apologize, Luna." I bow my head down.

She pushes a warm drink to me. It smelled unfamiliar. "You have every right to feel what you feel. But I for one did not see you as making a run."

"I won't do it again. I swear." The words flow right out.

Her expression was softer now. "You had a hard day. Facing your mate can be hard. Push you over the edge. Or did you simply wanted to leave, Mason even?"

Hearing his name took my breath. It was the first time hearing it out from another. "We didn't reject one another."

She c****d her head as if she asked more from me.

"Luna, me here is wrong. He sees it. They all will see it. Thank you for the cleanse and warmth sheets but me here is just wrong. I'm an enemy."

Of all people I faced, she brought herself to deny my words.

"It's not wrong. I feel it."

"Your Ancestors speak to you? I'm bait for you, aren't I?" Why else.

"No." She said quickly. "You are a wise wolf. Anyone can see that. You're not some trick of mine. Moon Goddess is aware and you can ask her." Ask?

"Are the stories true? You gave up your way? Is there something darker you worship? Are you?"

Her expression stayed so clean. It was interesting,

"As a child I have only ever been a daughter to the Moon Goddess. The only new is my Sun God."

"Both? But your Ancestors?"

"So many questions." Her brows rosed and I felt I had wronged myself.

"I'm sorry." Bring my head down in shame.

"Your body is in overdrive. Please drink. Then you shall rest. You have a future, Cullen. Believe it or not, you do."

Bring my head back up I asked, "do you say this because of him?"

I couldn't tell by her tilt. "You two speak. Anything anyone say doesn't matter."

"But it does, Luna."

"Maybe so. Not tonight." Luna stood up and cleans the cups. I wonder why she does this when she has staff.

In truth I wondered a lot about her. Her tone, her way, her will, everything. Why?

Every second we talk I keep thinking of one main thing, "Why on Goddess name is she not bashing me? Why is she like this?"

I even ask her as she drops me off at my room. "Why be this kind of any sorts, Luna? It's not natural."

"Goodnight, Cullen."

That's was her only response before she sealed my door from the outside eyes.

This whole day took me down a path of complete uncertainty.

In most thoughts I believe these people if not myself, I'll break.

They want to break me and I can’t fight the feeling of giving in.

Between Luna and Mason. Between them I feel myself in a swirl of a tornado. Praying to Goddess of answers felt similar to speaking to Luna here.

What is this feeling? What do I do?