She's All Yours
1885 Words
Theron's POV
I cannot live with myself. I can't. I want to pull at my own heart, my own chest, to rip out the source of my existence and cast it onto the abyss as I descend to my death.
Guilt. It feasted on me, mercilessly.
I sank into my bed more times than I could count, thinking heavily about what that deranged ghost seeing woman said about Kat.
It was already tough to believe she saw ghosts, but saying that Kat hovered around me made me deeply guilty and uncomfortable, and it was even worse because the moon goddess absolutely hated me as well.
My wolf has been more than restless for the past couple of days, but for an entirely different reason that was beyond me.
I cannot help myself, amongst other pressing matters.
I have never felt this level of crazy pull towards a woman before. My wolf is madly obsessed with this one in a terrifying way.
I've made impulsive decisions, but nothing as sickening as letting a woman i just met into my bathroom, and waiting for her on my bed, dying to f**k her, just because she offered.
The audacity she had to even make such demands. Looking back, I must be a mad man.
I hate the way she looks, the way she talks, the way she bares me with her words, but I can't resist staring at her face, wanting her to never shut up, wanting her to obey me and fall to her knees at my feet in submission.
I want her to serve me. I was burning to witness such a day. I needed this one woman to serve me and she just wouldn't do it.
She suddenly became my latest conquest.
I got struck with that realization after finding myself on top of her for hours on end, still as hard as a rock, and she was long unconscious, looking beautiful and at peace in her state of deep rest.
I had paid her for her service, satisfied her, and I was still busy tearing her walls apart when I should've wanted it long over and not be having the time of my life, but I was.
So I sent her away because it made no sense.
Nothing she was going to reveal that day was going to save her, so I told her she was lying because I began to panic. I wasn't ready to face Kat, not at the time, I couldn't.
She had to be banished because I realized that her being a distraction would do me more harm than good. What would people say? I didn't care about the look of betrayal she wore on her face when she was carried out, or the way I felt like I lost a weird connection.
But now I want her back. How do you revoke a banishment? You don't, because you're the king. You do whatever you want.
I am finally ready. What did Kat want with me? Why was she haunting me this way? Several times I would spring up in the middle of the night, sweat clinging to me, at the thought that she could be watching me for all I knew.
Kat remained the only thing I was scared of in this world, and it's because I wasn't there for her when she needed me the most.
I didn't even know her killer.
Aira vehemently refused to honour my invitation to come again. She swore that I couldn't even offer her my whole entire fortune to step foot in my pack again.
I would grin so hard whenever I got her messages from the guards. Those messages stirred my c**k in ways I couldn't understand. Her defiance fueled it. She made me f*****g hungry.
There was something about that girl that I needed to figure out. The moon goddess had told me a couple of things, and I was slowly beginning to actually lose my mind, because nothing about this was normal.
All of a sudden she had me on her trail, super territorial when it came to her. She didn't know it, but I put protection on her, all the way from my pack.
I just felt the protective urge to make sure nobody was bothering her, or making advances at her in her little castle where she lived alone, where I was the only one allowed to terrorize her.
I genuinely already hated the idea of her having other prospects even though I wasn't even one and I was disgusted by the idea myself. Who would want to mate with a rogue, right?
She was not done with me either because she told the guards to tell me to kill myself for all she cared amongst other things.
The most mind raking part?
Her scent has refused to leave my f*****g room since I ferociously took her on my bed.
I think about her day and night, I breathe her in. She's killing me.
It's not even mostly the urge to pin her down again, but mostly the urge to shut her foul mouth up.
She's too careless, and it pains me that she carries that charm around, sharing it to many clients. I wondered if she collected payments in kind from most of her clients as well. I didn't even want to think about that part because I would be devastated.
Nobody I've ever been in felt like her, she was just better.
I'm heavily lusting after the renowned rogue. How convenient.
That afternoon, she suddenly showed up at the gate, looking unapologetically herself. Those stupid ridiculous clothes and wild hair like she didn't care to look presentable at all, did nothing to mask her looks.
The woman is so beautiful, it's infuriating.
Even before that bath where I saw her bare and faultless the first time, I had already groomed a strong animalistic urge towards her before she made the offer to be paid in kind.
I had sat there, observing her as she provoked me, thinking of how to chain her to my bed and get her to submit to me, so when the chance came, I took it.
Her scent immediately intoxicated me as she walked in, a smile spread across her cheeks like she owned the place. I had been restless until her strong presence prevailed in my senses.
She was truly here in the flesh. Her scent calmed me like it knew me, like we had an understanding, so I shamelessly inhaled deeper, wanting more of her.
If she was expecting me to apologize to her about last time, then she was out of her mind.
“Did you miss me, King?” She raised a brow and grinned.
She wasn't. Good. The fact that she was taunting me about when she made me repeat stupid things I didn't mean made me even angrier. My first were clenched.
“I will feed you to my dogs.” I spat. I felt weirdly powerless, even though I was surrounded by my guards.
“Ugh, you're so boring. What now? She still isn't speaking to me. I still expect to get paid by the way.”
When the moon goddess assured me weeks ago that I'll never have a moment of peace again, is this what she meant?
I didn't even know what to do with Aira.
I was just staring at her helplessly when from nowhere, as I held her gaze, I felt my lungs pull in air like I had been drowning, and crazy awareness settled deep inside me.
My wolf went still and I could feel a gravitational pull towards the deranged rogue.
I could suddenly hear her heartbeat, every breath that escaped her lips. It honestly felt like I was existing alone with this woman.
I saw the same confusion in her eyes as I rose from my seat. My wolf doubled my steps towards her, growling like it was in complete distress, wanting to be as close to her as possible.
Nothing else mattered. My wolf was the most disobedient, the hardest to calm down, but in her presence, as I reached her, I felt instant calmness.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes wandered as I grabbed her and wrapped an arm around her waist. I couldn't stop myself. Her heart rate picked up, vulnerability flashing through her eyes. The sassiness was long gone, just confusion. Clearly whatever I was suddenly feeling, she shared the same sentiment.
“You feel it, don't you?” I whispered against her ears, her scent sending me on a spiral. I wanted to run my nose through her neck and suck deep.
She nodded, meek and softly.
“Unfortunately.” There we go, the sass. My lips curled up. I'm finished.
Our breaths mirrored, and I instantly dragged her to a corner with me.
“So, how do you want your payment this time?”
“In cash.” Liar.
“No, kind.” I locked my hand around her throat, pulled her forward, then crashed my lips against hers.
“I don't like you at all.” She mumbled before opening her mouth and letting me kiss her soul, helplessly. She tasted like all I've ever wanted, and it pissed me off.
Liar.
From there we ripped each other's clothes off and I took us straight to my bed.
After having my way with her for a second time, the most depraved s*x of my life, I left her unconscious again.
Although I was tempted to send her crashing to the ground, I wrapped her properly under my sheets, and a realization hit me as I paused. A bitter laugh escaped me because there was just no way.
I took to my heels, straight to the moon goddess, shaking my head in disbelief, my nerves haywire.
She appeared before me after I summoned her in the next room, her lips thinned like she had no desire to speak to me. She was still grieving.
“That woman cannot be my mate!”
I breathed so hard, my heart threatened to leap right out of my chest.
She used to love Kat, my sister, and treated her like her own. She used to complain about how I was the worst brother in the world and should stop neglecting my sister.
I never listened, too busy apparently. Now, I was faced with the consequences. I was punished, and the moon goddess swore that my personal hell was coming in retaliation.
“Is she really the one? She's out of her mind! Look, let me tell you why she can't be my mate. That woman is disrespectful, she's insane, and she's my exact opposite. Sometimes I want to strangle her!”
My wolf immediately roared internally, disagreeing with me. I couldn't believe what was happening.
When I faced the moon goddess again, she looked deadly, clearly upset.
“Theron, you've pieced it all together. No matter what you did, you couldn't let go, and you couldn't understand why–”
“Cut to the chase. Is she the hell you spoke of? My personal hell for my sins?”
She dissipated into a cloud of faint smoke, with three unbelievable words in her mouth.
“She's all yours.”
My breath caught.
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