Chapter Ten: Orion
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Serena's POV
"What did you just say?" His grip on my face tightens as I stay deathly still, afraid that his claws might rip me apart.
"W-what do you mean?" I manage to stutter.
"Who dared to hurt you?" His entire frame shakes with the force of his anger and I realize that he was worried about, me? I must have spoken up out loud. But why would my statement cause such a reaction from him.
"Answer me, now!" His wolf spirit has completely taken over him now. His eyes bleed black, completely taking over his brilliant green irises and his claws and fangs have lengthened even more. He is more beast than man at this point.
This moment brings vivid memories of an event that took place in my old pack.
I was just sixteen years old then. The pack was hosting some kind of celebration with another pack. I had been serving dishes to the guests when I caught the attention of the Alpha's son. I remembered how flustered and happy I got from getting so much attention for the first time.
Michael had seen us talking and was filled with rage. He slammed me against the wall as he held up my jaw in one hand and wrapped his hand around my neck with the other.
"You little slut, so you want to escape by sleeping around with another pack's Alpha huh?" I remember how much the pressure of this rage seemed to crush me as his grip around my neck tightened.
"Listen to me, the only way you'll escape me is when you're dead and buried in the ground, you hear me?" Then he just let me go and stormed off.
The pain I feel brings me back to reality. Blood has started to seep out of the cuts his claws have made. "I- I , you're hurting me" I whimper.
He tears himself away from me and retreats back into the shadowed corner of the room, his hand massaging his forehead like he has a headache.
"I.... apologize, my wolf spirit, Orion,seems to have taken offense at your statement." I eye him warily like he is going to jump on me and attack me at any moment. Then I realize I had spoken aloud when I said all the physical contact I got was as a result of abuse.
"He.... gah..... doesn't like the idea of you being hurt." As I observe the struggle between Nicholae and his wolf for dominance, I soften.
He seems clearly appalled at the small scratch on my face that his claws made. Besides, his grip on me wasn't nearly as hard as what I had experienced previously, it almost felt......protective, like he was trying to assert his dominance on me.
"Besides, he has been fighting for dominance since we saw you. It's just that he doesn't have much control since he is my baser instinct."
"If that's the problem, then why don't you let him out so I can reassure him." He shuts me down immediately.
"No! I won't allow it." He snaps,
"You have too," I implore him, "Maybe he'll calm down if I reassure him." He grits his teeth, seeming to be fighting some kind of internal battle with himself.
"I can't control myself around you because of Orion.Trust me, he would never see you hurt it's just that he is a bit.... extreme when it comes to you."
"It's okay, I want to meet him." His eyes go to mine, searching for something. I meet his gaze without flinching. He must have seen something in my eyes that satisfies him.
His eyes bleed black again as he shifts partially. Instantly, I feel a change in the air, dominant waves feel the atmosphere but they are not as oppressive as before, I can breathe this time, this time, I'm ready.
"Hello, little one, Nicholae has been hiding you from me." His voice sounds raspy, like he barely uses it. He steps out of the shadows and walks towards me with an animal like grace.
If I thought Nicholae carried a dominant air, I could only describe Orion as feral. There was a kind of unrestrained wildness about him that threatened to consume me.
I move further in my bed to keep my distance, ready to bolt at a moment's notice but the feral glint in his eyes tell me he would gladly enjoy the chase.
"W-was he wrong to do so?" I lift my chin up to meet his eyes, hating the way my stutter gave away how nervous I am.
He responds with a wolfish grin that says he knows exactly how I feel at the moment. "He certainly wasn't. If only you know the things I want to do to you....."
I feel a stirring in my belly at his words. "W-what do you want to do to me?"
He places a knee on the bed and I inch backwards instinctively. He brings his face inches away from mine, stealing breath from my longs for a second.
I takes a strand of my hair and brings it to his nose, inhaling deeply.
"Your scent, I have missed it for centuries." His eyes closed and he has a look that can only be described as esctacy on his face.
I feel blood rush to my cheeks. "W-what do you do you mean centuries?" I stutter.
He just grins mischievously instead, his hand gradually inching up my thigh leaving goosebumps with every part he touches. I feel desire stir in me.
My breath hitches when his hand curve around my thigh, his thumb tracing circles on the soft inner flesh.
"Ask Nicholae, he'll want to tell you himself." He withdraws suddenly, leaving me in a flushed state, my heartbeat thumps wildly in my chest.
He just grins savagely at me, knowing that he caused this reaction. "Don't think I forgot the question I asked you." His tone dangerously low.
I feel me heartbeat pick up again. "What are the names of the dead people who hurt you?"
I gulp.
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