Coven of Power

Marcus's Wisdom

I steel my spine. I am NOT afraid. Isabella Marie Swan Cullen is never afraid.
I'm not afraid.
I'm fucking terrified.
Marcus will finalize it. Is Alec my mate? The pull in my heart says yes and the logic in my head says 'please no!'. I rap lightly on his door.
"Can I come in? It's Isabella." I say. I hear shuffling behind the door.
"Yes, the door is open." I open the door at his words and immediately he smiles when he sees me. "I've expected you." He says. Creepy much? Yes. Very.
"Um, that's nice. Why?" I ask.
"You know why. You and Alec?" He says, nicely, but it still stings. I give a tight smile.
"What about us? Wait-there is no 'us'! It's me and him. Separately, not together. Like, Alec Volturi. And Isabella Vol-Cullen! Cullen? Cullen. Isabella Cullen." I shut up when I realize how stupid I sound. Marcus smiles sadly.
"Ah, young love. So-"
"There is no love. None." I cut him off. Marcus shakes his head.
"You're very stubborn." He points out. Yes, I am.
"It doesn't help he lied to me! Not that I care or anything." I don't care. I'm me. I don't care about anything, especially some asshole.
"He did it for reasons that are not mine to explain. He's had a hard life. Dint judge him too quickly." Marcus says softly.
"You know what? So have I. Okay? I have no reason to give him another chance. He means nothing to me." I'm lying. Such a liar I am. I care, he means a lot to me.
"He is your mate. Yours. It's your choice wether to talk to him or not. The longer you deny the bond, the longer it hurts." I hiss at hm.
"No bond will control me!" I growl out and storm out, breaking half his office while doing so.
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I lie on my bed, curled up so small I could pass off as a toddler. It hurts, Marcus was right. I need Alec. But he had to come to me. I don't chase boys! They chase ME!!!
Please save me Alec. This hurts. Please come to me. Just then someone knocks. It's him. I can tell, because the pain in my heart lessens.
"Come in," I croak, my voice wavering. I sound like a wreck. He comes in, looking bedraggled with messy hair, dark eyes, and the look of a confused boy on his face.
"I'm sorry!" We say at the exact same time. He looks puzzled.
"What are you sorry for?" He asks. I sigh, knowing my next words will severely wound my ego.
"I overreacted. You lied to me. I jumped to conclusions and was rude." I mumble. He gives me a bitter smile.
"Yeah, you kind of did. But I still shouldn't have lied. Do you forgive me?" He asks plainly. I like that. Straightforward and said as he means it.
"Yes, but please explain. Why did you lie?" I ask. I need answers. I don't give out trust easily.
"It's a long story." He says, rubbing the back of his head. I glare.
"I have time." I answer coldly.
"It's a sad story." He says. I smile without any happiness.
"I'm used to sad, trust me."