The Lonely God

26.

- HER-

"MINE!" A growl rings throughout the room and that's when I turn around.

My eyes find his silver ones as he's holding Phoebe, resting a knife against her neck which is pressing angrily against it. A drop of blood runs down her neck when Vesta says the word I could have never thought of...

'Mate...'

I drink in his appearance. He's wearing the same black cloak but the hood is resting on his shoulders, his face left bare for me to see.

I have seen his state in the ruins but he looks nothing like it. He is... he looks like the living incarnation of beauty. I can't find the words to describe his features.

His eyes are silver with thin blue streaks in them. His pupils are dilated as he drinks in my appearance. He has midnight black hair, just like me but they're a bit curly. His nose is straight but his lips are the most captivating thing about him. The upper lip is bow shaped while the lower is full and tempting.

He is tall like the last time I remember. His muscles bunch under the cloak. His biceps bulge under the black fabric as he holds Phoebe in place.

I am trying hard to not stare at the breathtaking God in front of me. His statue in the ruins couldn't even hold a candle to him. I never expected him to be this... beautiful.

His eyes hold me captive, watching me hungrily. Vesta wants to be let out so that she could go to him and do what mates do.

I can't believe he is my mate, the one for me. It's impossible. How could this happen? I wasn't supposed to have a mate. But even after that when I got blessed with a mate, it happens to be someone whom I hate the most!

I am devastated.

How am I supposed to love him? How can I love him when he is the source of my nightmares? He hurt me in the past and now he's the destined one for me?

What does the goddess want from me? Why does it happen to me? What did I do to deserve such a fate?

I can't mate with him. I'll be damned if I mate with him. I'd rather die unmated. I won't even let him touch me. I don't want him. I'll reject him. I'll hurt him the way he hurt me.

My chest rumbles with a growl.

"How dare you!" I say with my clenched teeth. He looks at me blankly but there's a certain motion in his eyes that I can't decipher.

"Leave them all," I growl feeling my eyes turning black.

"I will if you come with me." He says calmly but there's this edge to his voice. His eyes are fixed on me while Phoebe is glaring at me.

The more she tries to struggle in his hold, tighter it gets. The knife is digging into her skin, making more blood come out. I feel my canines coming out at the scene before me.

No one hurts my family and gets away with it.

"I'd rather die." I hiss at him with all the loathing I have in me. Vesta isn't happy with him too, especially after he put my pack and family in danger.

"Ok then," Arles says and runs the knife across Phoebe's throat before she collapses on the floor, lifeless.

A blood curling scream echoes throughout the room. I recognize it to be mine before I go running to Phoebe's lifeless body on the floor. I am about to bend down and touch her when I feel a strong arm wrap around my waist and pull me back instead.

Sparks fly all over my skin when our bare skin makes contact. I let out a thundering growl before trying to free myself. Tears are streaming down my face endlessly.

The whole room is in commotion and I couldn't concentrate on anything else but my sister lying lifeless on the floor. I try to reach for her but I am constantly being dragged back by him. I could find myself sobbing loudly as I try to elbow or kick him so that he could let me go but he doesn't even budge.

"LEAVE ME!" I scream at the top of my lungs and his hold gets tighter around me as he drags me towards the entrance.

"Never." He says huskily in my ear and a chill runs down my spine. As he drags me outside, I find Archander waiting patiently there. He respectfully bows when he sees us.

"Good job, Archander," Arles speaks above me while I am screaming and crying mess. I am trying to claw him or hurt him in any way.

My canines and claws are out, promising a missing chunk of flesh from his body. The rage has clouded the lust trigger by the sparks in me.

There's a storm brewing inside me and I want to let it out badly. I really want to hurt him in every way possible, mate or not, I don't care!

I let out a thundering roar before letting out the fire inside me. Large, destructive flames ooze of my body but they don't affect him. Instead, I feel being flatly pressed against his hard body. My flames die soon.

What the fvck is happening!

I scream and try to pry his hands off me but his hold gets tighter before he growls warningly in my ear. My feet are dangling in the air as he carries me.

"LEAVE ME!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I tilt my head at the back to look at him. He looks grim. His eyes are fixed before us as he continues to take me deeper into the forest. A muscle in his jaw is constantly ticking and I could feel his wolf at the surface. His wolves are following after us.

I see Archander walking by his side. His eyes are fixed in the front. He looks grim but there's this hint of amusement in his expression. He seems to be trying hard to not laugh out loud.

I scream even louder. My lungs are on the verge of bursting. I hear him hiss above me before one of his large hands comes up to cover my mouth, muffling my screams. No matter how much I struggle, I cannot free myself.

I want to hurt him but Vesta isn't pleased with the thought. She is keeping to herself in this matter instead of supporting me. This is making me even angrier.

"No wonder why she got paired with you," Archander finally muses and this makes Arles growl out loud.

"LEAVE!" He growls out loud. Archander and the wolves bow before leaving us alone. Now, only I and he are in the forest. I have stopped screaming and thrashing. I am waiting for what's about to come next.

He lets go of his hand from my mouth before setting me down and unwrapping his arm from my waist.

This is it.

I turn on my heels and scream at the top of my lungs:

"YOU KILLED MY SISTER!" I lunge at him but he steps aside and I end up landing on the snow. His face is passive. Not a drop of emotion in his eyes. He's watching me grimly. His pupils are dilated as he does so. His jaw and hands are clenched and he is breathing hard.

"She's alive." He speaks behind me as I get up and turn around to face him again. His words somehow calm me down but I am still mad. He's watching me heatedly. There's this hunger in his eyes as he watches me.

I am breathing hard. My vision is clouded with rage and anger. I want to let this loathing out. I want to cause destruction.

"Why did you do it?" I growl, grinding my teeth.

"To take you."

"Guess what? I am not coming." I say before turning around and continuing to walk the way we came. A thundering growl echo throughout the forest before I am being dragged back angrily.

"LEAVE ME!" I scream.

"Not happening, mate." He growls in my ear. His breath blows hot on my neck while his lips graze my ear. My breath hitches. Vesta stirs inside me before howling in pleasure. She is enjoying this closeness but I am not.

"I don't have a mate," I growl and suddenly I am being turned around to face him. He's watching me hungrily. There's this regal and feral air to him that seems to be attracting me but I know better than to be moved by it. It's the fvcking mating pull and I am not surrendering to it. Never.

"Yes, you do-"

"Okay then. I Nefret June Mckinght rejec-"

Before I could finish speaking, my back is pressed against a tree while his hard body is pressed against my soft ones, holding me in place, caging me. His hands rest on either side of me while he is looking down at me heatedly with his now black eyes. I am taken back by this sudden moment.

"You won't reject me." He growls.

"Why? A god like you won't be able to take it?" I ask, glaring at him. Vesta is unpleased with my attempt to reject him. I want to hurt him. I want to break him and there's nothing better than rejection to do so.

"You still have one task left, Nefret." He speaks and for the moment, my blood runs cold.

The three tasks.

I completed only two and he never came back with the third one. I forgot about it for some time but now, here he is, taunting me with them again.

I place my hands on his chest and try to push him away but he presses himself more on me.

"I am not doing anything you say," I growl while he's watching me warily.

"Yes, you will and your third task is..." He trails off. Silence follows his words. Only our breaths could be heard. This intimacy is bothering me now. My body is acting against me and I could feel myself melting into him. The heat of his body is escaping into mine while his hot breath blows on my face, "to be my queen."

I do the most satisfying thing next...

I slap the s**t out of him.