Submitted to Love

Chapter 19

-- Adrian –

“He is not dead. I wish it was that easy to kill him.”

Myself, Justin, dad, Jared and mom are inside Maria’s room. It is a huge guest suite in the castle with a beautiful view of the ground and the lake. Maria is half sitting on the bed staring forlornly at the glow of the dusk. A nurse, appointed by Dr. Nora, is taking care of her throughout the day. She is very weak from the ordeal but has recovered well. A half- eaten plate of fruit salad lay at her side while she shared her story with us.

“Are you Kahn’s mate?” Mom asked kindly.

“I was his mate, Luna. But love was nothing more than a mere nuisance to him.” The pain in her eyes is so clear. We choose to remain silent, unsure what really can put her mind at ease.

“I was born in Layla’s coven.” Maria continued. “It is more of a regiment than a coven. Layla was a very powerful witch and believed in supremacy of witches or wizards. The obsession to build a kingdom where the witches dominated over everyone else reflected in every decision she made. Her words were law. And in most unfair situations it is the witch/wizard who was favored. My brother, Nora’s dad, voiced against the system. His best friend was hybrid whose sister was r***d and killed by one of the wizards. In the court, the wizard was found not guilty “due to lack of evidence”. My brother has been vocal against Layla from the very beginning but this broke his restraint and in the heat of the moment he tried attacking one of the high members of the jury and a personal advisory of Layla. It did not take a few seconds for his life to be taken away. That is how brutal the system was. I helped Nora escape with her mother when she was a little baby. A hybrid is always a second-class citizen in Layla’s coven” Maria paused; eyes watery from the memory of her brother.

“Kahn was 18 when we met each other in the forest one day. Of course, the moment our eyes met we knew Selene has paired us forever. Like any teenager in love and lust, we had various romantic escapades. Days were blissful and nights lit with passion. But Layla was always against us being together. I have, over the years, come up with various reasons as to why she hated me being a part of her son’s life. One of the reasons might be that she wanted some higher ranked witch to be mated with Kahn, so that he has more power to rule. My worldview that talks about equality and peace was something Layla detested. Or maybe she viewed me as a distraction to her son’s training of becoming the world leader or as I prefer to call it -- training to be a mass murderer.”  We could almost feel the anger in Maria’s voice. The pain, the rage, the bitterment, the longing …. all emotions were emanating from her in waves.

Taking a deep breath, she continued.

“I am not sure if wizard mating process is as strong as that of werewolves. Werewolves die for their mate and Kahn was ready to kill me to get me out of his way. He was blinded by the idea of gaining the ultimate power. Raised by Layla, there was nothing wrong or right in his view. Whatever gets his power is right. His mind was gradually poisoned by Layla. Kahn never marked me. Marking among wizards is not essential for the bond like in werewolves, it is a custom to show others that you belong to each other. And after repeated requests as well, Kahn simply refused to give me that sense of belonging in his life. I loved him…with all his flaws…I loved him with everything and I was foolish enough to believe our love was sufficient for a happy, simple life.”

Maria smiled sadly and gulped to hide her tears.

“I never needed glamour, power or position. I wanted to wake up beside the man I love. I wanted to put fresh chicken soup on the table while our children laughed and played. I wanted to come back from work and enjoy my evening reading books to our kids. That was the life I desired. It was not much. But somehow it everything that Kahn did not want. Layla was successful in poisoning Kahn mind to the extend that he insulted me at every step, ghost on me for days, call me weak and pathetic. And like a fool I believe that he would reciprocate my love one day. Kahn started believing love is for the weak, love makes you pathetic, love deters you from your path.  One evening, Kahn came back and I knew he had killed again. When I asked him…he simply smirked at me and said ‘My boys had fun tonight. The girls from the village were piece of art.…supple and tight’…. he went on explaining things which I would refrain from sharing. I knew at that moment Kahn is a monster and no matter what I did he is corrupt beyond anything. I didn’t care if he himself r***d the girls or not. It did not matter anymore; he supported a crime. I screamed at him in despair …Kahn coolly stared at me and slapped me so hard that my lips were split and blood drenched my blouse. He simply walked away and went to sleep in his room……………………… It is hard to escape Layla’s coven but I did …at my life risk I did …because my heart, my body could not take anything further.”

“I roamed for days in one piece of cloth and some money I had saved. Kahn never bothered to look for me. Layla was concerned though and had guards searching for me, lest I divulge their plans. I was successful enough to shield myself. A little village at the foot of the hills, almost untouched by the outside world welcomed me with open arms. My life gradually set into a route. I had a beautiful cottage and used to teach the children and teenagers in school. I missed my family …my friends …but this life was so much better than what I had at the coven…. well up until Nora came to me and asked for my help. Nora and her mom were the only two souls who knew about my were-abouts. I am no match for Kahn’s power or strength. But if there is anything I can do to get rid of this evil that roams the face of earth I would.”

“You told us Kahn is not dead…. how do you know that?” I asked Maria. She stared at me distantly. Thinking about the question and then finally what she shared chilled my bones.

“There are generally two very distinct lines of magic. The normal one called the while magic which is taught to all witches and wizard apart from human curriculum like physics, math etc. The other line is the dark magic or the forbidden magic. Dark magic is called so because it harms people, it is where you bend the laws of nature for some sinister gain. Dark magic is actually like a nuclear weapon, we all know it is there but its use is forbidden but does that stop countries from making it?... Layla is one of the few experts of dark magic…she has books which are generations old. The basics of dark magic is that you can gain anything. Immortality, power to kill thousands, power to bend the natural elements…. but everything has a price and the price is usually life. From what I had gathered from the incessant rambling of Kahn’s is that he wants immortality. To rule the supernatural world for ages…to subjugate the humans and hybrids…to build an empire of his own…to be invincible. I am not sure how many lives Kahn took to gain the immortality and what is the extent to which he will cheat death but Kahn is not dead. He is possessing one body after another. If the news I have heard is right, Kahn is now looking for ways to regain his body, strength and magic.”

Maria stared at me and spoke

“The girl is your mate Alpha? Why is she not marked? Kahn is after her as you can see. I have a feeling Isabella might play some role in his rise to power…. not sure though.”

Before I could speak, my dad spoke.

“Isabella is a human incapable to understanding or fighting for the impending danger. You of all people should know how much we need leaders …strong leaders right now. Adrian will have his chance to meet his match. Not only will he get a strong Luna but it may also seal our bond with stronger packs out there which will ensure their utmost loyalty.”

My whole body protested at what dad said…my wolf was growling …almost ready to attack my father.

Maria was staring curiously at dad and spoke very softly…almost to herself…

“We should not become like Kahn while trying to defeat him…. Love is strength …deadliest strength on this planet….”

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Coming out of the meeting, my stomach was growling. Really need to eat something…. and something good seems to be under preparation…the smell of fried beacon drifting from the kitchen is making my mouth water

Grabbing a few beacons, I was going to get some shower when a strong desire to see Isabella overpowered me. I went to the front of her room and deliberated what to say…. what do you say to someone whom you fingered to c****x and was asked to leave alone?

 Well, I will be the peeping Tom today. God forgive me, I love her. I would never hurt her. But still this is wrong! My mother would kill me if she ever knew. Hell, Josaline would slit my throat. But one peak won’t hurt right? I will just look at her face and leave.

Slowly I opened the door to her room and damn I should not have!

Isabella had just taken her shower …her towel was loosely wrapped around her body …which dropped to ground while she searched for her clothes.

Her body is my calling. I could not stop staring at her neck…her perky breast…. the soft stomach…the forbidden area between her legs…her long legs and the blood red nail polish …Could she be more alluring?

Before I make the mistake of making my presence felt I ran to my room, my heart thumping…I should not have done that…I so should not have done that….

But I was also pissed at her…why would she forget to lock her room while she takes a shower? What if it was someone apart from me? What if they were meant to harm her? My growled loudly in agreement. I plan to bring up this topic, sometime …craftily in future. 

Damn no other man can see her body. No one should even look at her.  I will kill.

I enter into the shower and I set the temperature at the coldest…I need to calm down… I lathered all my body and could not help but think of doing the same to Isabella. Her curves…her breast…her legs……my d**k is hard as a rock again…. fully erect. I rub my hand up and down my length while the thoughts of making Isabella mine ran through my mind. I increased my speed while my heart beat rose again....the tip is red and swollen......I came loudly and the force of my c****x made me kneel on the bathtub floor…. this girl can make me her slave.

Once the high of c****x was gone…I felt bad peeping on her and I thought of giving her some anonymous gift ….

I am sorry love…though it is not an excuse …but I never indented to see u like that ...unknown to you.......I cherish every part of your body and would rip apart anyone who disrespects you ….