Episode.4
1256 Words
Chapter 4
Bonnie pov
I stared at the door, my heart aching with frustration. How could someone claim to care about me and still cage me like this? It made no sense. The air felt heavier with each passing hour, and the silence around me was maddening.
I was lost in thought when the door creaked open. My eyes darted up, and my heart skipped a beat. A tall, elegant woman stepped inside, her presence cold and commanding. Her silver hair was pulled neatly into a bun, and her gown shimmered like moonlight. There was no doubt,this had to be his Mother herself.
For a second, I couldn’t move. I just stared, speechless. I’d heard whispers about her, stories told in fear and admiration. But seeing her in person… The power she carried was suffocating.
She shut the door behind her slowly, her piercing eyes locking on mine. “So… you’re the little human who turned my son into a fool,” she said, her voice calm but dripping with venom.
I blinked, my throat tightening. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stammered, standing up from the bed.
Her lips curved into a sharp, humorless smile. “Don’t play innocent with me, girl. I warned Adam for years never to let his emotions cloud his judgment. But now, he brings home a human—a fragile, insignificant thing who dares to breathe the same air as a Lycan royal.”
Her words cut deep, each one sharper than the last. I dragged myself from the bed, my palms beginning to sweat. “I didn’t ask to be here,” I said quietly. “He brought me against my will. I don’t even understand what’s going on—what he’s done to me.”
She chuckled bitterly. “Oh, you don’t understand? Let me make it clear.” She moved closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor. “My son may be foolish, but I am not. A Lycan king cannot, and will not, marry a human. It’s forbidden. You don’t belong here.”
I felt my chest tighten as I struggled to keep my voice steady, my breath hitched halfway but I was determined to speak. “You think I want to be here? You think I enjoy being locked up in a mansion full of monsters?”
Her eyes flared. “Watch your tongue, girl!”
Something inside me snapped. I’d lost my mother because of this family,because of him. And now his mother dared to stand here and threaten me as if I were dirt beneath her feet.
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “You don’t get to scare me. I’ve already lost everything I love. You can’t take anything more from me.”
Her face twisted in fury. “You insolent little—”
Before I could react, her hand rose, swift and merciless, aiming straight for my face. My heart leapt into my throat,I flinched, eyes squeezing shut. But the blow never came.
A strong hand caught hers mid-air, my eyes flew open, widened like an owl. It was him, Adams Forbes.
He stood close to her, holding her wrist firmly, his expression dark and unreadable. His grip on his mother’s wrist was firm, very firm, almost trembling with controlled rage. “Enough,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
The Queen Mother’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Adam, she’s a human—”
“I don’t care what she is,” he interrupted coldly. “You don’t touch her.”
Their eyes locked, a silent battle of authority. His mother’s face hardened, her pride wounded. “You’re blinded by whatever spell this human has cast on you. Can’t you see what you’re doing? She will destroy everything you’ve built!”
“You underestimate me, Mother. I know what I’m doing.” His jaw tightened
She yanked her hand free, glaring at him with disgust. “You think you can defy your bloodline for her? For a human?”
He didn’t flinch, stepping back from her. “If I must.”
My breath caught. I didn’t understand why he was defending me when he was the same man who had locked me in this room. His eyes met mine for a fleeting moment, something raw and conflicted flickering in them before he turned back to his mother.
I could see his mother's chest rising and falling rapidly, her fury barely contained. “You’ll regret this, Adam,” she hissed. “You’ll regret it when you see what happens to her because of your weakness.”
She turned sharply and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The echo of her anger lingered long after she was gone.
For a moment, the room fell silent again, except for the sound of my uneven breathing. I looked away, rolling my eyes in astonishment.
He stood there, staring at the closed door, his hands clenched into fists. The tension in his shoulders was unmistakable, like he was fighting himself from breaking something—or someone.
“Are you okay?” he finally asked without looking at me.
I frowned, disbelief washing over me. “Are you seriously asking me that? After everything you’ve done? You guys are really crazy over her”
His gaze shifted to me, and for the first time, I saw something that almost looked like guilt. “I didn’t want her to hurt you and don't use that privilege to call us crazy.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Hurt me? You already did that when you dragged me here and locked me up like a criminal!”
He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “You don’t understand, Bonnie.”
“Then explain!” I shouted, stepping closer. “Why me? Why mark me? Why make me feel like my life is some kind of twisted punishment?”
He looked at me, and for a split second, I saw the pain behind those cold eyes. “Because I didn’t choose this,” he said quietly. “The Moon Goddess did.”
I stared at him, completely lost. “Who?”
His jaw flexed, as he sat close to me on the mattress “You wouldn’t understand. You’re human.”
There it was again,that word. Like it was an insult. Like being human made me less. I folded my arms, glaring at him through the tears that threatened to fall. “Then maybe you should’ve left me alone.”
His eyes darkened. “I can’t,” he said simply. “Even if I wanted to.”
He stood up immediately and took a step closer, his voice low but intense. “Until I figure out what the hell is going on with this bond, you’re not leaving this house.”
I clenched my fists, my heart pounding in rage. “You can’t keep me here forever.”
He tilted his head, a faint, humorless smile touching his lips. “Watch me.”
“Is that a threat?!” I asked, my voice barely audible.
“It’s a promise, mate!”
And just like that, he turned and walked out, locking the door behind him again.
I sank back onto the bed, trembling. My neck still burned from his mark, but worse than that was the ache in my chest—the kind that came from betrayal.
“He even had the nerve to call me mate,” I muttered under my breath, pulling the duvet up to cover myself.
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