Hercules (Editing)

The Pull

Hercules P.O.V.

She's gone.

The other part of my soul, the other half of me. .

Is gone.

She was taken from me more then once. I should have rescued her the moment our arms locked together at the party, but now it was to late.

I just wanna die.

Without her my life isn't complete. My life will never be complete there is no point. I roared with rage. The chains that bound me rattled against the dungeon walls and concrete floor.

I didn't love her because of the mate pull or because we were mates. I loved her because she was unique. I loved her humor, her stubbornness, her fiery temper and strong will. It always made me smile to see her so full of energy. . Then when I saw her next to Wyatt.

I saw nothing, but an emotionless puppet.

My heart ached, but at the same time was angry. I wanted blood shed and then. . I just wanted my little Poppy back. It sounds weird coming from a big bad alpha.

Especially me.

Hercules.

I was merciless. Heartless. Cruel. Ruthless. Etcetera, all because of my brothe- Wyatt and his insane ways, but then. . She came along. Her beautiful golden hair. Those beautiful blue captivating eyes. Mouth watering curves. Perfect sized everything. .

Beautiful both inside and out.

Then Wyatt's dirtied hands corrupted her. He touched her so selflessly in front of me.

Her mate.

I growled out in pain. The chains against the walls strained to hold me back as I forcefully tried to tear away at anything in sight. Thank goodness the others were locked away somewhere else. My gaze turned to the little window in which only faint moonlight shone through.

I howled.

I howled with all my heart. Anger, Pain, Rage, Sorrow, and Hate. I let my emotions spring free and get the best of me.

I cried.

One by one, tears I never knew I had, fell from my pain filled eyes. It hit against the solid ground with little sound. In midst of my crying I roared out. I roared for my one true love. I pushed myself to move, but the chains held me back.

I pushed harder.

Roaring.

Crying.

Wanting free.

The metal cuffs rubbed against the skin of my wrist as I kept roaring out for my love. It seemed as if the chains were joining along with me, as they clashed together. My roars grew even louder as the canines in my mouth extended and my eyes started to shine a brilliant blue. Sweat poured from my bodied and some flying off, looking like crystals in the moonlight.

Zeus.

Zeus and I combined our souls and linked as one. We roared. We growled. We cried. We scratched the air. Pounded the ground. Clawed the walls. Tugged the chains. Did everything we possibly could to relinquish ourself until. . .

It stopped.

Zeus went back inside and caged himself deep within my aching soul. My fist hit against the ground and my knees collapsed as I laid there crouched. My soft sobs filled the small room.

Flowers.

Meadow.

Poppies.

The scent hit me so quick that I didn't even realize it as a scent.

It was her.

Her tiny footsteps padded along the dungeon floor and stopped right in front of me. My eyes traveled up her delightful body until our gazes locked. Only hers not with passion, pain, anger, or hate.

Expressionless.

It's the only way I could describe it. The expressionless face that looked as if the person was day dreaming forever and ever and so fourth.

"Why are you crying?" The mono toned voice asked yet still of an angel. I looked down unable to look at her face.

"Because I'm sad." Was my only reply. I felt her kneel down and grab my bare shoulder. Tingles erupted throughout the simple area.

"Why are you sad?" She asked. Her head slightly tilting to the left. I smiled at her innocence.

"It's almost like a story you could say. . A short story." She scooted forward and sat down.

"I like stories." I wiped my eyes and sat down to face her beautiful face.

"Okay. . Here it goes. . " I took a deep breath.

"Once upon a time, there was a little girl and a wolf. The wolf loved the little girl very much, but she was afraid of him and his reputation. Due to this fear, she pretended to act big and bad to, to make the wolf frustrated and go away, but it didn't work. The wolf loved her to much. On the inside, the wolf knew the little girl was actually afraid, sad, and lonely. One day, the little girl grew up and ended up being swept away by another man. This made the wolf furious and sad, but the girl said to him, 'Don't be sad. It's okay. I won't leave you.' She smiled at him. The wolf was happy to finally know that the girl trusted him. So . . The wolf saved the girl then they lived happily ever after. . " It pained me to say the last part because I don't think there was going to be a happily ever after for me.

Or her.

"I like that story." For a moment I could have sworn I saw a flicker of life in her eyes. My eyes traveled for an answer, but instead they found her lips. I leaned closer and closer until they collided. Electricity danced along my lips like someone gently caressing them. She tried to push me away and scream, but slowly fell into the kiss. It was compassionate. .

Loving. .

Caring. .

My lips went lower and lower until they found her neck. I grazed my teeth along the sensitive skin before I bit down. I heard a faint call for Wyatt, but it slowly faded away into noting as I claimed her.

Her breathing steadied and when I pulled away, her eyes were fluttering and when her eyes opened, my heart melted away.

The life in her eyes returned.

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