Chapter 6: Chapter Six

Genesis

It was an hour later before any food was brought to me. I’d foolishly assumed it would be Ethan bringing food; instead, it was Alex.

I breathed a sigh of relief when he came into the room, tray of food in hand, and offered a shy smile—without the noticeable waves of seduction. Apparently, he could turn it off and on.

“Actually…” He set the tray down on the bed and took a seat in the nearby chair. “…now that you’re his mate, I could try my damnedest to seduce you, and you wouldn’t feel a thing.”

“Great,” I croaked, reaching for a piece of toast.

“Mason cooked.” Alex offered an apologetic yet radiant smile.

“Word of warning, the man’s been surviving on tree branches for the past twenty years, so if he’s a little rusty in the kitchen, I apologize.”

“Tree branches?” The toast was a bit dry, but it satisfied the hunger. I kept chewing, waiting for Alex to elaborate. Maybe he’d give me the answers I needed.

Alex propped his feet up on the bed. “His way of punishing himself, I suppose—ridiculous if you ask me. Then again, he’s a werewolf, more beast than man.

“Who am I to judge?” His blue eyes twinkled briefly before he reached for the teakettle on my tray and poured some into one of the mugs. “Ethan didn’t specify what to make for you.

“Sorry if we made a terrible mess out of things, but we mostly eat out every day, so there wasn’t much food in the house— not to mention a vampire lives here so…”

I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing. “So he doesn’t eat?”

Alex burst out laughing. “Just adorable. I may love you.”

I scowled.

“Humans are funny,” he said to himself more than to me. “I’d keep you if you weren’t already being fought over and owned.”

“I’m not a pet.”

“Believe me when I say I treat my pets very well,” he said in a low voice. “No complaints. Ever.”

“Good for you.” Arrogant much?

“Feeling the effects yet?” he asked, once I finished the toast and had moved on to the small slices of cheese and fruit. Crackers were on one side of the plate.

Alex leaned forward, folding his massive hands in front of him. “A vampire’s mark isn’t something to be taken lightly.”

“Well,” I sighed, “I don’t even know what the mark is, let alone what it should feel like.

“Apparently, I’ve been wrong about what I’ve been studying my entire life so, really, I don’t know what to expect.” I snorted. “You know, other than certain death if I disrespect any of you.”

“That’s still true,” he said quickly. “With us four? Not so much. With the rest of them… keep your head down and try to say please and thank you.”

“Noted.”

“Fast learner.”

“Survivor,” I fired back.

He sighed, his smile slowly fading as did the light behind his blue eyes. “It’s fifty-fifty.”

“What?” I was just popping a piece of cheese into my mouth. Why did the food taste so bland? I was hungry—ravenous—so I didn’t care, but it was like eating sandpaper.

“The survival rate, of course.” Alex examined his fingernails then clicked his tongue. “Most humans are able to survive it, the strong ones.”

“Survive what?” I clenched my teeth together as another chill wracked my body.

“The marking.” His eyes narrowed. “It’s made easier when your mate actually holds your damn hand through the process.” I could have sworn he said ass under his breath, but it was too low to hear.

“He didn’t…” I licked my lips and reached for a cracker. “He didn’t want to do it though.”

“Tough shit,” Alex said in a louder voice, repositioning himself on the chair, dangling his legs off the side. “We’ve all had to make sacrifices for the greater good—this is his.”

“Okay…” Feeling full and a bit sick, I put the cracker back on the plate. “And when this marking is all over… when I survive it—and believe me I will—”

Alex grinned, making me all the more irritated that he’d doubted my strength—that any of them would.

“What happens then? I’m Ethan’s mate? I live to serve him, then I die? Only if Cassius doesn’t ever find me?”

Alex went deathly still. “It’s sad… tragic, actually… how little they tell you these days. About us. About the world and about your place in it.”

“So tell me!” I pounded my fist into the pillow next to me, scaring the crap out of myself. I’d always been controlled—it had been bred into me from birth.

And I’d just yelled at an immortal like he was a petulant child.

Alex grinned. “I think you’ll do just fine, Genesis. Just fine.” He chuckled warmly. “Try not to be too hard on us.

“We've been waiting for a chance to change things for a very long time… and you just may be exactly what we've been waiting for.”

“I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me what I’m supposed to be doing!” Tears threatened, the confusion and fear back full force. “I don’t know what to do. Just tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

“And that’s the problem right there.” Alex leaned forward, sadness etched in his every feature. “Your whole life, choices have been taken from you, rather than given to you.” He hung his head.

“I’ll do this once and only once… I’ll throw you a bone, isn’t that what it’s called? Do you a solid? A favor? And give you one goal this evening, one thing to set your small misinformed mind toward.”

I waited in anticipation.

“Survive,” he said softly. “Just survive. And when the flames threaten to take you higher and higher, give in.

“When the heat scorches you from the inside out, when tears no longer come, when the need is all you can contemplate… you survive.”

He stood and shrugged, as if he hadn’t just scared the crap out of me.

“Oh, and also? It would probably be good to call for your mate…” He offered a haphazard shrug. “When it’s time.”

“When I’m dying?”

“Only when your need is so great for him that you’ve forgotten yourself completely. That’s when you whisper his name.”

“Pray to God he answers—because he still has a choice in this, and if he doesn’t choose you, survival will be pointless. You. Will. Die.”

A lone tear fell down my cheek before I could wipe it away.

Alex reached out and captured it with his thumb. “It’s been years since I’ve seen real tears. I hope you keep yours.”

“I hope the gift of feeling such strong emotions remains—then again—for your sake, at the same time, I hope they don’t.”

He left me.

Just like that.

With shaky hands, I put the tray on the nearby table and went back to lie on the bed, freaking out, wondering when the heat was going to come, when the pain would arrive, and when I would be out of my mind for a mate who clearly didn’t want me.

A mate.

Like a husband.

Rejection washed over me.

I would never get ~normal.~

Never have a family.

And most likely never have the type of love I’d always secretly wanted—it had all been stripped away from me the day I’d walked into that room.

And a part of me hated my family for not telling me the truth about what I was about to do.

My mom had smiled.

And she’d probably known it was a death sentence.

I tried not to dwell on it—tried to stay positive—so I focused on what Alex said.

Survival.

I counted the seconds, the minutes as they turned into hours, and when the clock struck midnight out in the hall, I thought that maybe I would be different, maybe whatever was happening to me wasn’t going to be as bad as both Alex and Ethan had warned.

Then the heat started in my toes.

I welcomed it because I’d been so cold all day.

It spread from my toes up my legs, warming me up like a blanket; by the time it reached my thighs, it was uncomfortable. I started throwing covers off me, but it didn’t help.

Fire reached my chest, making it hard to breathe.

And when it touched my lips, it was like someone had placed coal in my mouth.

I cried out.

But no sound came.

I pounded my chest; the motion made the heat worse. I didn’t think it could get more painful.

But it did. I glanced at the clock again.

It was two minutes past midnight.

And I already wanted to die.

The pain skyrocketed; I reared back, hitting my head on the headboard. Another surge of scorching heat flared.

The door opened, but my vision was blurred. It was hard to see who had come in.

It wasn’t until he lay down on the bed next to me and grabbed my hand that I could focus on the form.

Mason.

As a werewolf.

Or a very large dog.

His eyes were sad.

And when I cried out again, he pulled me into his arms and squeezed while my body convulsed.