Silver Scars

Wednesdays

Walking out of his office, I start to look around for Molly.

I came upon her in the kitchen, i think she was preparing lunch.

"Luna, I was about to come looking for you. Would you like something to eat before we head to your office?"

"Sure. What's on the menu today? Club sándwiches, it looks like?"

"Yes, hope you like it"

"Sounds fine to me", I say with a smile.

After we eat, she shows me to my office.

"All the way across the Pack House...I think he's making some sort of statement with that" I say.

She chuckles "yeah, definitely seems that way"

We enter the office. A large white desk sits in front of a row of windows. There's a small couch and two chairs on the other half of the room. Bookshelves line the wall opposite the window.

"I hope you like it, I did my best", Molly says hopefully.

"I think it's great. Thank you."

"Well let's get to work on those invites!" Molly exclaims.

An hour or so later, we decided a menu and picked out and invitation, we emailed it to Xavier. Avoiding actual contact as much as possible.

"Would you like go over some of the other projects you'll have as Luna?" Molly asks.

"Might as well dive in." I say, unenthused.

After several hours of going over hospital supplies and school lists, mate transfers and miscellaneous other things, Molly says she has some sort of errand to run so I go to grab a snack and then head to the den. As I settle into some blur of a movie, Xavier comes in and settles down on the other end of the sofa. I am intrigued by his motives but say nothing.

At the end of the movie, he looks over at me and states simply "Time to be remarked, Lenora".

Everything in my being is screaming NO NO NO NO NO.

But my mind knows, I have no choice. It's this or the cells again.

And as much as I love peace and quiet, I'm not too keen on going back.

"Can I have a few minutes before you come to my room?" I ask him quietly.

"Yes, you may. I will meet you in 5 minutes" he says.

I walk to my room. My mind is absolutely gone. I have no thoughts. No words. I cannot believe what is about to occur.

5 minutes feels like 5 seconds and 5 years all at the same time.

I sit on the edge of the bed as I hear his footsteps down the hall. He comes in, doesn't say a word. Doesn't even look at my face.

I pull my shirt off so I am left in my bra. He slides the left strap down over my shoulder. He pushed gently to lay back. Once I am laying down, I tilt my head to the right and close my eyes.

It seems like an eternity before I feel the stinging of his canines in my flesh.

It is by no means pleasurable as it would be with my true mate, but it does not hurt like it did the first time.

As soon as it began, it was over. He soundlessly exits my room and closes the door.

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The following days drag on with just tedious Luna duties. Molly, my ever loyal and only friend, always by my side. Even though today I have been rather short tempered as my impending doom awaits.

My heat.

The time in which Xavier will force himself on me to produce his heirs.

I cannot focus on anything today as I am just losing my mind over what is to come.

"Lenora? Len? Hey, you alright?" Molly says quietly.

"I'm sorry, Molly. I'm just really out of it today"

"Ya know, let's just skip today, let's go to the kitchen, get some snacks and watch some trash tv instead, huh? You're the Luna, I think you get to decide for a day off!" She states.

"Alright, let's go."

I can't think of a single activity that would help me today other than throwing myself into a bonfire.

But sure, trash tv it is.

We settle down on the sofa and Molly picks a show. I'm not paying any attention but her laughter and chatter is helping me relax a bit. I guess I fell asleep like that because the next thing I know I'm waking up to the feeling of fire.

Shit, did I actually throw myself in a bonfire?

An excruciating burn rips through my body. It has me curling myself up in pain.

I roll myself off the sofa and jog down the hall to my room. I turn the shower on cold and jump in clothed. The pain in subsiding when I hear the bedroom door slam open.

Xavier.

Fuck.

The bathroom door opens not too long afterwards and then the shower door. I am pulled out soaking wet. Clothes ripped off and then placed on the bed.

"This is happening whether you agree or not. This can be pleasant if you cooperate or very unpleasant if you do not. Have it your way," he says quickly.

His clothes are off in seconds.

Unfortunately, his touch is relaxing me. The pain is gone as soon as he enters me.

But I'm still petty, so I lay there lifeless. I will show no emotion. Give him no satisfaction on either end.

He finishes. Walks into the bathroom to clean himself up. Throws a hand towel in my direction. And walks out the door.

Fucking Wednesdays.