Don't need the Alpha

Epilogue

"I've finally found you beautiful." Dante said as he took a careful step towards me. He was looking as predatory as ever, and mouthwatering. Damn it! Not the time Brea. "You're mine." He took another step, not breaking eye contact. "Now." Another step. His voice was somber, belying the intensity his eyes betrayed. "And always." I was shocked-shell, stuck in place, unable to move or speak. He was nearing me. I needed to do something, anything.

"Dante." I sigh like a lovesick puppy, which I am, in more ways than I care to admit. I clear my throat hoping to get my voice back, and my ability to speak for that matter. "How did you find me?"

He sneers at me, finally giving away his mood. To say that he's furious would be an understatement. "How did I find you?" His tone was as cynical as his face. "I found you because I was looking for every clue and every scent, every fucking second since you left." I winced at his harsh tone. I've never heard him used the F word before, though it was Hera's favorite.

As he takes one more step towards me, I take one back. Now he's glaring daggers at me. "Dante we have to talk. L-Let's take this s-slowly." My voice was as shaky as my resolve. Truth be told I don't want to talk, I want to bolt from here.

He laughs and it's not a joyful sound, it's more sardonic than anything. He closes the distance between us in what could be compared to the speed of light, or a blink of an eye might suffice. His sardonic humor was gone, leaving a cold murderous glare in its place. The sudden change had chills creep up my spine, yet my body is aching for his touch. "You wear his scent!" He accuses.

"Dante I can explain." I told him with haste to no avail.

Dante grabs for my arms, holding me in place too tightly. "You are mine!" In his strong hold I felt frail, and damn it how it hurt like a bitch! However, I couldn't voice my complain of him hurting me, because in spite of his deadly glare and the way he is handling me so roughly, there is so much pain in his eyes that no words come out. The hurt in my arms is soon forgotten, replaced by an agonizing ache in my heart. What have I done to my mate...?

I watch as his incisors lengthen, and I cringe in fear, but I'm unable to free myself from his strong hold. Then it all seems to happen in slow motion yet too fast. He makes his mark. "AH!" I scream in agony from the pain his bite causes. My neck is on fire. It burns. I close my eyes tightly shut, still wailing from the pain. It won't go away, the pain just won't go away.

I open my eyes and watch as Dante steps away from me, a look of regret and disgust in his eyes for what he has just done to me. I hate him. He did this to me. This pain is just too unbearable... "Make...ma...make it stop... NOW!"

"Brea..." The remorse in his eyes aren't enough. He needs to take this pain away.

He tries to come near me again, as if I'll let that happen. "STOP! Just stop this...please..." I warned him to stop, but does he listens. No! "Don't...don't touch me!" My tone is dripping with venomous hate.

Before he reaches me, I close my eyes tightly and wish to be somewhere else, away from his grasp. I wish I was dead altogether. I wish for anything but this pain. When I open my eyes I don't see Dante. The blue I see is not the blue from his intense gaze, is the blue from the sky as it rapidly gets farther and farther away. I feel the air on my back. I'm falling, and falling fast as a dark aura embraces me.