Chapter 3
1070 Words
Ophelia P.O.V.
No more running.
No more hiding.
I didn’t need to look up from the vase of flowers that I was trying my hardest to focus on. I didn’t need to turn around to know that my fate was sealed. I could feel them- I could feel their presence, I could feel each step that they took resonating deep within my bones. I could feel the way the air thickened with a heaviness that made it almost impossible to breathe, waying down my lungs and suffocating me slowly. My skin prickled as their power- their Alpha mate aura washed over me- combined all together it was suffocating and undeniable.
“Ophelia.” the voice said, it came behind me- everything about it was deep, commanding and far too familiar. I’ve heard so many times just before I am able to squirm from his grip and save us. It sent a jolt of fear- of complete panic through me. Every muscle in my body froze, my breath caught in my throat.
Theodore.
My mate.
The reason I run.
Out of the three of my mates, Theo’s voice has always been the one that haunted me in my dreams, the one that made every nerve in my body quiver. There was something about his voice that screamed to every part of my being.His voice was like velvet, smooth and edged with something dark and possessive.
I didn’t want to turn around.
I didn’t want to face him.
But that was the mate bind, it stripped you of your self control.
Slowly, I turned around. Like I had expected, Theo was the first one to step into my line of sight. His tall frame blocking the dim light from the door as he made the floral boutique seem that much smaller. His golden eyes gleamed with something that I couldn’t ever put a name to, but it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. His lips curled into a slow, devastating, almost predatory smile as he took in my appearance. His eyes lingered on my trembling hands, my wide eyes and mostly my fear.
“ I knew it.” he murmured.
“I knew that you could feel us.” he whispered, taking a step closer to me. His presence, it enveloped me, with each heavy footstep calculated and purposeful. His eyes never left mine as he moved. That was the scariest part about coming into contact with Theo, it felt like he could see right through me, like he could see through all of my defenses.
“We’ve been hunting you for far too long. “ he murmured.
“Too long.” He annunciated, making sure that I understood he was tired of my games, tired of the cat and mouse. I should have run, I should have turned and bolted out the door but I didn’t. My feet refused to move. I couldn’t escape them, but that goes back to my original problem. I could never truly escape them.
Tobias appeared at his side. He was silent as ever, but that was the way he played with his power. His eye-blue eyes studying me with the same cold and calculated gaze that he always gave me. His presence, the way that he remained cold and almost unfeeling towards me served as a constant reminder of the years of torment that I had endured before I fled from my parents.He served as a reminder, his eyes reminded me every time that I would look over my shoulder, every time that I’d feared the weight of their gazes on me, it was his eyes that I would see.
His eyes that never stop watching.
His eyes that never stopped hunting.
His eyes that pierced me.
“You really think that you can hide from us?” Tobias voice was quiet, almost too soft when he spoke, but it made every single part of me tense. He paused, waiting to see if I would give him a response.
He stared into my soul, “ You’ve been running, Ophelia. Running for years. “He paused, his eyes watching and observing my every move. I could see the faintest, smallest trace of a smile tug at the corner of his lips, “but we always find you.” I swallowed thickly. My throat felt dry as sand while he observed me.
There was no escape.
Not anymore.
Not ever again.
A third figure stepped into the light- Tristan. His golden hair gleamed in the the low light, and his amber eyes fixed on me with an intensity that stole the air from my lungs. He was the most dangerous of all of them.
I have to tell them.
I have to tell them that I can’t have them.
That it’s too dangerous.
That i’m too broken for them.
It always felt like each of them represented the most dangerous parts of any life. Tristan was the fire, he threatened to consume me and made my heart race in a way that I hated with every fiber of my being. Theo was complete sin, every part that he ahs shown me is dark and tempting. While Tobias is cold, Icy almost and every interaction with him is almost guaranteed to give me frostbite.
The worst part was Tristan knew. He knew that he had that kind of power over me, he knew that he made my body ache without ever touching me.
“Tristan.” I whispered, as through speaking his name could somehow ward him off and keep from coming any closer to me. Instead, saying his name out loud caused him to do the opposite. His lips curled into a wicked smile as he closed the distance between us and his steps slowed, becoming more calculated, “You’ve been avoiding us, Ophelia.” He said, his voice low and husky.
“But no more. No more running.” he said, his voice sounding even more hot and tempting. I could feel his gaze on me, like a physical touch that sent waves of heat rushing through me and despite everything- despite the crippling fear and anger, let alone the resistance to save us all- my body responded.
My pulse quickened.
My breath shallow.
My hands trembled
My body betrayed my every thought.
“I can’t be your Luna.” I murmured, the words shattering my every hope- my every dream.
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