There are no windows here, by design I'm sure, but the location is gorgeous. The one beauty there is in today, that I'll hold onto. Trent woke me this morning just before lunch, and we left alone, but arrived to pack members already patrolling the area in shifted form. They're surrounding the area, this carved-out piece of beauty just outside of the city, where the trees are high and the greenery is all shades. They look at home here, but the real monsters that make up those wolves, belong anywhere but somewhere so peaceful. Walking into the building was like navigating a maze, but the space for the ceremony has a large window on the roof where the treetops don't reach and the sunlight shines through, lighting the entire room flawlessly. ‘The moon delivered you to me, because you're mine, and I am yours. It's you, and me, always.' When the full moon is on display tonight, it will make for the perfect setting… almost like the kind of wedding girls dream about… almost like I’
Pungent acid rises in my throat as my back presses into Corbyn, and the sounds of me gagging only filter through, as his voice does, "Not in the dress." I spin in his arms, but as I go to find solace in his touch, I find myself pressing against where he's holding me at an arm's length. "You'll ruin your makeup," he says, as if I just unboxed a plant. "You knew," I yell, shaking my head as I try to back up from him, but he grips onto me right before I stumble backward. "You didn't think he would let Gavin get away with trying to claim the prize, did you?" “What are you-” I’m mid-scream when he interrupts me, “A Queen's debt, is a King’s to settle." "How did he even know that, Corbyn?" I step into his space, needing to hear him confirm it, for him to say it out loud… he told him. I can wait all I want here, but the silence from him is exactly what I expected, it’s the calmness that’s fallen over me, that I didn’t see coming. Did I want Gavin dead? Yes. Am I upset that
I was expecting a big finale, a flood of liquid, but all I feel is underwhelmed at the trickle of what the pill had to offer as the liquid slides past my lips to his… and it tastes… good. “Dee,” Trent breathes in confusion, angry as he reaches for me. I step back, expecting him to lunge forward, but he drops to the ground in front of me, grasping onto his throat. “What have you done?” The old man gasps, hurriedly trying all the door handles, in hope one will open, as I watch Trent’s face turn color. The closer his body gets to laying on the floor, the more victorious I feel. I may still die here, but I did this… I killed him. Darcia had her wires crossed. Smart, but dumb. She thought I was the one in the house with a pineapple allergy, that she could take me out and have it look like a fluke allergy, but she just killed the one thing she wanted most. A laugh bubbles up inside of me as I lick my lips, watching his chest stop moving, nothing will ever taste this good. Clap…
“You kissed her,” I say and Brixton’s eyes grow lighter, but I’m not second-guessing anything this time. He gave me a chance once. How true that chance was, I’ll never know, but I should have taken it then, and I’m not remaking mistakes when I’m so close. “Devlin, I-” His words are cut short when the knives that were tucked into the back of my dress, are firmly planted in his lower abdomen. He falls to his knees, and mine buckle, but I don’t have a heart left to care… I gave that away when he destroyed it. The light blue in his eyes tries to hold onto me, or maybe it’s me trying to hold onto them… because I’m not planning on ever seeing them again. The tears stream down my face as he clutches onto his stomach, unable to say anything to me, as the grape scent that used to lull me, burns with every step I take as I run from him… …from this room… …from this life. I slide my shoes off as soon as I am through the tree line. The silver blades will buy some time, but not much. But
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My palms smacked uselessly against the thick muscle on his arms, thrashing against them as my instinct to survive outweighed any other option. I loved Trent, but I also feared him. I never wanted to hurt or defy him, but right now, the only thing that mattered was my survival.The slippery surface of the tub caused my feet to slide across it, failing to gain any traction, only making my situation worse as I struggled for any chance at air. My legs were useless in my attempt to push against his strength and the energy was quickly draining from my limbs, just like any hope I had that Trent’s anger would waiver. I wasn’t shocked when he entered the room. He used to sit in here often and talk while I relaxed in the tub, but this? Of all the things I would have guessed when he stormed in, Trent forcing my head under the water would have NEVER been one of them. He’s never been this angry with me… he’s never crossed this line. The burn in my chest to take a breath became too much and any
~~~ 8 Years Ago ~~~ “Marissa,” Dad pleaded, “we have to go.” “I’m not leaving these behind Keith,” she snaps as she hands me the last of the family photos hanging on the wall. “Go find Donahue,” she delicately swipes her thumb across my cheek before taking the frames from my hands, “quickly.” “Donnnnnnyyyyyy,” I call through the house, picking up my speed with every room that I don’t find him in. Pretty soon, I’ve exhausted the few rooms there were to look in and venture outside. “Donny?” Where was he? “Donny!” He’s not answering as I survey the trees for a flash of blond hair… he always answers me. “Donny!” I can hear the frantic tone that comes out as I spin in a circle and fall down to the ground. “Donnn-nnn-nn-nyy,” I whine and rub at my eyes as I try to clear my dizziness. “Devil,” his annoyed voice draws my attention up into the trees above me, “you know I hate it when you whine.” “Mom said you’re not allowed to call me that,” I scowl up at him and his pale green
~~~ Present Day ~~~The curtains were suddenly drawn, letting the sunlight assault my vision as I tried to collect myself. Reaching for the blankets, I found none, nor did I feel Trent.While my body slept, it still felt as though I’d gotten no sleep at all. I had faded in and out during the night, only remembering little pieces of it like when his Beta, Corbyn, came to check on us or when Trent rearranged me in the bed… but I didn’t think he left me.A few years ago, it had become too difficult for him to spend the night with me anymore, too tempting, so I guess he only had so much patience. While I should appreciate that he respects my request for us to wait until the mate bond clicks or marriage, I was annoyed that I was cold and alone.I blinked, trying to let my vision adjust, and caught his cocky smirk staring down at me. I mean, if someone had to be held here, there were worse options. Trent had filled out nicely as we grew up, no longer the tall and thin version of him I fir