I wake up face down on the floor in a heap, arm draped awkwardly over my head and limbs splayed
out on the hardwood, disorientated, choking on my own blood, and gagging on bile. Gathering my
wits and trying to get my bearings, I struggle to move, dazed for a moment and then I remember
where I am, and what he's doing to me. Like a rush of water flowing back to a dry riverbed when the
damn is breached.
That surge of furious self-preservation, instant awareness as the room comes back at me and I jump
up, heart tearing through my chest with elevated thuds, claws appearing, mind a burning mess of
mad. Ready to take him on in a battle to the death and fueled by something inside of me that I
never knew I possessed.
I feel like my hatred could melt steel, with the heat radiating from my fiery depths and I spin
hysterically, ready to demolish my attacker. Body mid turn in furious speed when I realize he is on
the other side of the room from me and looking at me like I have two heads. A good twelve feet
away at the least and crouching down, panting heavily, as though he too is recovering.
"Woah, woah. Lorey, calm down, I didn't do anything. Stop and breathe. Take a moment before you
start again!â He jumps to his feet, hyperaware of my sudden rise. His palms up, facing me, flat out
and he is completely naked, as am I, which only pushes me to heights of venomous hatred.
Claws fully extend as do my teeth and my body shudders as it begins to transform around me,
ready to fight him and maim him until this pain inside of my heart starts to ebb. I'm crushed inside,
as though my soul is ripped to shreds and hanging around my organs like unwanted trash on the
wind. I've never felt this much aggression or blood lust, and I have him fully in my sights. My body
tingling all over even though I have no memory of what he has put me through, but enough to
know what he intended.
âWhat did you do to me? Why would you do that to me?â I scream at him, my voice pitched in raw,
raspy, hysteria, but he raises his hands higher and pleads with me mentally. His eyes softening, with
no attempt to turn, as he watches me at a distance.
Please stop and listen. Let me explain. I haven't, and wouldn't, do that to you. He coaxes gently.
You raped me!! I mentally scream back at him, not seeing anything around me anymore, just the
pulsing beat of the vein in his throat as I hone in and know where I'll be aiming with my take down
bite, I don't care if it ends us both. I'll kill him for defiling me, destroying my trust in him, ravaging
my heart and soul this way.
He shakes his head, looking completely devastated and disheveled. Radiating so many emotions my
way but I battle them back, like bouncing tennis balls off a glass wall.
NO, I did not! I never intended to either. Lorey, please, sit... I'l stay here, you stay there, and just let
me talk. I need you to calm down and listen. Think. Remember.
I'm breathing so heavily my chest is heaving and I can't calm down. Especially not when he's telling
me to. He has no right; he can't be serious with this shit after what he just did. He broke the trust, he
broke us, he ruined the bond, and nothing will fix that.
My body is on fire, my blood like molten lava in my veins and I can already tell I've turned enough
to heal the marks he made on my body because there is no pain and only dried blood. In fact, my
complete lack of injury or any sort of niggling physical hurt, tell me I already turned, but I don't
know how if I was unconscious, or if that's even possible if you're not lucid. I shake it away and glare
hatefully, focusing all my rage on his face.
I hate him so much I can almost taste it. I'll never let him touch me again or come near me. I'll rip his
throat out if he tries. He's disgusting and vile to me now and not who I thought he was. An abuser,
unworthy as a leader; not worthy as a mate, as an alpha, and not as a lycanthrope.
âWhat did you do? Stop lyingâ It's a hiss through a sob, a heartbreaking wail of betrayal, a how!
from my wounded wolf and I'm completely desolate. I don't believe him; about what he says he
didnât do because I don't know. I blacked out while he was on top of me, doing things... he had no
intention of stopping. He said it... He commanded me. He tried to immobilize me so he could finish
the deed.
âI had to make you snap. I told you it's what I intended. And you did. It worked......You're
amazing...... your gift, baby, it's fucking perfect.â There's a moment of joy followed by a frown as he
realizes I am not sharing in his celebrations or relaxing from my stance. Instead I blanche at him in
stupefied silence. My brain having a moment and I literally think he might be some kind of
sociopath, in denial about what he just did to me...or tried to...or... I don't even know anymore.
âWhat are you talking about? I blacked out! How would I fucking do anything except lay there and
succumb?â another sobbing wail, and Coltonâs face completely drops, obvious regret written all over
him and the overpowering sense of pain waving my way. I can feel him trying to tell me this isn't
how it seems, by using his emotion instead of words. I'm weakening as adrenalin wains, but I won't
relent, and try hard to brick up my wall once more, to keep him out.
âThe human in you zoned out, not the wolf. You lost control, and you turned, you disabled me
completely. You threw me across the room with a strength I couldn't match. You came at me... I
swear, you had me running around this room just to stop you tearing me from limb to limb.
Complete direct focus and not taking out the house in aftermath, so you're learning to focus it...
Lorey, you had me, and I honestly don't think I'd still be here if your energy levels hadn't gone down
before I did.â Again, with that hint of pride and joy, but my death glare and crouch to pounce mode
has him hurrying the words out, realizing he isn't calming me one ounce and I'm ready for a battle,
or a second one. I can smell a hint of slight fear coming my way and it only fuels my desire to make
him pay. âYou pushed all of your rage on my body, and if I wasn't half turned and healing fast, you
would have killed me. Do you understand? ... Blind sighted, and feral, you would have ended us
both.... easily. You got in my head in ways I donât think any wolf has ever been capable and you
commanded me to stay down and stop. I couldn't move. You alpha toned me. You took my
strength, my command and you turned it and made it a weapon. Baby, don't you see... you've
barely grazed the surface of what you can do, and yet you have so much power and potential
already. There's a sea of something inside of you, and your eyes, we still need to figure out why
they're red. You're not a reject, you're not even a regular pack wolf, you're special, and now we
know for sure we can harness it, nurture it, bring it out, so you can control it and show all of them
who you really are...... there's a Luna inside of you, and the fates, they gave you to me for that
reason. My father can't deny you if he can see this kind of power in you.â Colton moves slightly
forward, breathless with talking fast, still wary, his hands still up, his eyes locked on mine, but the
trust is wounded and I back away. Snarling at him, baring my teeth as I flicker from human to wolf
again slowly, panting with shallow breaths as my heart pounds faster and rage and fear claws me
apart.
I'm afraid and I don't believe anything he's saying to me even if a logical pull is tugging from the
recess of my mind. He stops, looks utterly hopeless and drops his eyes to the floor.
âI know how it looks. I had to make you fight back, and I knew that was a surefire way. I had to see.
This changes things Lorey, can't you understand? Our packs are verging on a war where more than
ever my mate has to be capable of standing by my side and fighting worse than us. You can absorb
my gifts, which means you can absorb any that you come up against, turn them into something
more powerful and use them with control. You were right when you said I made a choice and I did ...
but this is how we change it. My father has to see that you're not a black mark on our people if the
fates gave you a gift like this. There's hope that I can have them accept you into the pack and lay
claim to what the fates ordained. You as my mate... as we always should have been...â The muscle
twinge in his jaw, the flicker of his eyes on mine as he begs me to believe, has me spiraling.
I shake my head at him, so consumed with mistrust, my mind a flurry of conflicting emotions,
backing into a corner until I hit the edge of the bed. It startles me and I seem to snap out of my
intense focus on him and look around for the first time, really seeing the room.
It's complete devastation; something worse than the carnage at the orphanage and I gasp as my
eyes follow the gouges and claw marks running not just across floor, and walls, but ceilings too.
There has been an epic battle in this room.
Furniture splayed or tipped over, trashed, or just balancing precariously. The pictures on the wall
either smashed to the floor or hanging lopsided, some clawed through where they hang. Everything
is destroyed around us. All the bed sheets are strewn across the floor, most ripped and gashed,
feathers floating in the air from cushions that no longer exist, and I crouch quickly to grab the
nearest sheet to wrap it around myself. Concealing my body fast.
âThere's one problem with that little âhopeâ... I don't want you to ever touch me again.â I snarl out,
penetrating him with my glare, a second wave of anger even though I'm beginning to see that
maybe partially, he isn't lying to me. He still made me believe he would, he scared me, I can't be
sure he would have stopped, and for that few seconds of panic before I blacked out, I was utterly
afraid of him. You never do that to your bond.
âYou're upset and angry with me. Baby, I would never do that, I swear on the bloodline of my pack.
It was killing me to push you that far and I almost gave in because I couldnât stomach hurting you
like that. I had to see, I had to force your hand, and now look at you.... standing there, poised for a
second round like a seasoned warrior. You weren't that girl yesterday... You're changing. Coming
into your true form and adapting as you do.â He looks almost proud and it tears through me,
igniting the wrong bomb.
"Changing??? I'm FUCKING furious with you!! I'm REACTING, because you're a sick twisted bastard
who laid his god damn hands on me in the worst kind of way. I can't ever know for sure if you did
stop. I only have your words! And nothing you say means shit to me now.â I scream it at him, not
caring if everyone in this house hears me blow a fuse and go nuclear. What heâs done is
unforgiveable. If we weren't so far at this side of the house, I'm sure a dozen Santos would have
been in here already, to see what the chaos and noise from this obvious battle zone was all about it.
âYou can trust me; I would never do anything to hurt you that way.â Colton goes for endearing and
submissively calm. It's the wrong thing to say entirely, and I'm already volcanic. He just makes me
erupt.
âTRUST?1?12! Like I trusted the Santos to take care of their own when our people didnât come home!
Like I trusted you to stand for me and honor our bond when we were imprinted... Like I trusted you
to be alone with me in a fucking bedroom and not try to defile my fucking body! Trust, Colton? ....
You've denied me, let me down more than once in our lifetime, you fall at every hurdle the second
daddy says NO. Maybe Carmen has the right idea and you're not someone I should ever trust. Look
at how you discard women and pick them up as you fancy. You're weak, you're no Alpha. Always in
your father's shadow. You are the last wolf I would ever trust or choose to bond myself to. Not after
this!!!â My words hit him hard and his face closes up, his muscles in his jaw tensing as his eyes dart
to the floor, trying to conceal the wounds I just inflicted upon his heart, but I don't care.
He has never done anything to prove to me I can trust him and imprinting stupidly made me think I
could. You don't insult a male's pride and ego, definitely not his strength. Especially not an Alpha,
but Colton has not been a man for me, he's been a boy doing what heâs told and denying what the
fates asked of him.
âCarmen slept with someone else, one of my own brothers of Santo. She said it was in heartbreak
and anger, to make me feel the pain I inflicted on her. So no, I didn't just discard her.... I had to
swallow all of that and stick to my commitment. I made my choice, but she kept using us as a
reason to punish me while conveniently forgetting her sins. Her jealousy and mistrust are her guilt.
The imprinting didnât make me indifferent to her... she did. She wasnt fighting the bond or the lure
of the fates as I was, she was trying to wound me and that Lorey, is something you never do to a
mate. That's why I can't feel anything for her anymore. It's why we're not dating. After the forest, I
found out, and since then I haven't been able to feel anything but disdain for her.â His pained, low
toned words silence me and my anger momentarily; not expecting that mouthful, or the knowledge
a femme would betray a mate with his own pack brother.
That's all kinds of messed up and I can't believe he is only telling me now. Even if his heart was no
longer invested, an alphas pride and ego would have been crushed to have been played like that.
His respect in the pack will be dented, especially if he never took out any act of revenge on his pack
brother to balance the scales. By Lycanthrope law, he should have publicly shamed her, punished
her and his pack brother. Instead he was still trying to fix everything.
With my rage fizzing out and my logical brain easing in to calm my impulse to wreak havoc on him,
I slump down onto the floor, completely exhausted and pull my ripped sheets around me in a bid to
self-console. My head a blur of what he just said, some weird sympathy for him even, if I should be
sill hating his very bones.
"Show me... prove it... that you never..." I can't look at him, the storm has blown out of my sails and
I'm tired, but he knows what I'm asking, and he cautiously walks to me. Slowly and surely, keeping
his eyes on me as though he expects me to turn and go for him at any second. I can sense his
apprehension and that gives me a hint that maybe some of what he said was truth. Something
made him afraid, something happened between us and he is taut and ready to defend himself if
needs be.
He reaches out when he gets close enough and touches his fingers to my temple, so gently it's
barely a graze of a touch as he slides down to his knees, bringing his mind to mine and projects the
memory I am missing. I close my eyes and let it flood my mind.
It's as he says. After I blacked out there was a moment of pause, where he stopped, pulled my face
to him from the cushions and looked over me, aware I was no longer responding. His voice laced in
concern, asking if I was okay and trying to rouse me. Genuinely afraid he hurt me or pushed me too
far and that maybe he had stopped me from being able to get air. He turned me over carefully,
checked my breathing, leaned in, and tried to stroke my face to wake me, saying my name softly.
It's like I stopped and became vacant and there were long seconds of nothing from me. He released
his hold on me, panic rising inside of him, afraid he had done something to me, checked my pulse,
stroked my face again and tried to shake me, whispering my name softly. He didn't do anything
more to hurt me, just bring me round. When it looked like he started moving to pull me up to sit, so
drenched in his concern, I completely exploded, transforming in a blink, like he woke the dormant
beast.
My wolf form seemed to combust from thin air, my eyes snapped open, burning red with the rage
of Lucifer and then all hell broke loose. Just like he said it did. I was in it for his blood. Relentless,
and I don't recognize myself in the memory.
I cringe as the pictures and images show me wounding him in ways an average wolf would never
have healed from. I was on him, after him, rolling around as he tried to battle me off, without
actually trying to hurt me. Bit him, clawed him, savagely ripped at him, over, and over. I wouldn't
relent, and he was right. His power was no match for mine. He had to heal as fast as I inflicted
savagery, just to stay breathing and I was a tornado of hatred who was not willing to stop.
Delivering a thundering blow, eliciting a yelp from him, so high pitched it hurts even in memory, my
ears wincing at the sound.
My claws imbedding in his chest, an inch from his heart, which I guess is where I was aiming before
my wolf gave up. Unable to stay in form when it's still so new for me and takes so much stamina, I
slumped onto the floor, all ability zapped out as I transformed back to girl, passing out in a careless
huddle.
Colton crawled from under me, sliding his torn body, yanking my talons from his chest, bleeding out
and groaning as he struggled to the wall to turn and save himself. Where I awoke to find him, back
as a man, recovering. That's where my memory rejoins what I woke up to.
I have no words, and when he lets me go and sits back on his haunches, I can feel the relief
swarming my way that he knows I can't deny what I saw. We can't twist the memories or alter them;
he didn't lie to me at all. I saw for myself that what he said was true, I can't deny it in any way. I sit in
stunned silence and let it sink in, so hyper aware of his presence, sensitive, but emotionally all over
the place and unsure how to feel.
âImagine what you could do when you harness it and are trained to fight.â His words are hushed, his
hand coming up to touch my cheek gently and 1 flinch away from him. Still on high alert, and wary,
but also submerged in shame at what I saw myself do. I didnât recognize that wolf as any connection
to me. She was feral and relentless, and insanely wild. This is why they never allow us to turn if we
can't control ourselves.
âI could have killed you. I tried to kill you.â It's uttered in broken shame, my voice shaking and raspy
as it all filters through. Steeped in feelings of severe guilt. I cant look at him, but he leans in, sliding
his hand under my face softly, tilts my chin up and meets my eyes with his, a smile on that
handsome face that shows no anger at what I did.
âThe fates wouldn't give me a mate I can't handle. Besides, if I died, you would have too, and we
could have been together in the afterlife to carry on without all this drama.â That cheeky smirk hits
his face, mixed with relief that I'm finally calming down, and a little too cocky that heâs winning me
over. I can't help the tiny ghost of a smile that twinges on my own lips, a little annoyed that he
always seems to be able to draw me out like this. I have no words, and I as go to say something
more, his face falls and that serious tone kicks in, cutting into our conversation
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