Spurned Queen

Chapter 6: A Strip of Air

Lexi

I didn't look up from my pillow, sobs racking my body. A headache throbbed in my skull with killing intent.

The mattress dipped and a cold hand made contact with my neck. Lattis almost purred. I breathed in his scent greedily, reveling in the smell of his concern and the comfort of his hand at my neck. Until I picked up the scent of slight amusement.

I flinched.

"Leave," I hissed out at him. "You have nothing to do here. I don't want to see you."

The emotions I could smell off him shifted from concern and amusement to frustration and anger.

"I am your mate Alexandra, I—"

"You what," I growled, cutting him off as my tears ran dry. "Don't you dare bring up that mate bullshit on me, vampire, not after shunning me for two months. You don't know what I've been through; you were never there and you didn't care. Isn't it enough that I have a mate and I'm living in my brother's house? Have you taken a moment to wonder if that is how it's supposed to be? How I feel about it? No, of course not, you don't give a damn. I have a mate I can't find even if I desperately needed him, who gives me one visit a fucking month. A stupid mate who is causing me more harm than—" I choked, "a mate who looks down on me because of something he doesn't even begin to understand, and which I can't help either. A mate who is so damn selfish he won't even just let me go."

I stared up into his bright red eyes that glared at me in fury.

Weren't his eyes green the last time, though?

"Don't piss me off Alexan—"

"Or what?!" I shouted. "Or what, you stuck up asshole? Will you kill me? Will you kill your mate?" I could smell the determination and arrogance he was feeling, and I knew he could smell my scorn. "I don't know a thing about you. You refuse to treat me like your mate but you don't let me go. When I want to see you you're not there, but of course you know where I am. You come to me when you miss me but I'm not expected to miss you. You are indifferent and aloof and it hurts, you bastard. So you'd better do something about it or you'll regret it; and yes, that is a threat. I need to know what I'm fighting for."

I winced as a pang of hunger hit.

Scorn that matched my own became apparent.

"And this is why I didn't want a werewolf," he snapped. "You're so damn sensitive. So what, now I'm a bad mate because I didn't act all moonstruck when I met you? Because I didn't drop to my knees and kiss the path you walked? Please, give me a break. If you want to know me fine here's who I am. My name is Aevran Ice and I'm a killer. I'm a douchebag who doesn't care what you want or think is appropriate for mates. You want me to visit more frequently? I might. You want me to show you my home? Hell to the fucking no. So go ahead, you pretty little Wolf, do your worst. But you must understand: you are mine and I will never let you go. You are stuck with me. That is your fate as it is mine to have you strapped to my back like the little itch you are."

His words stung. They stung so badly, that even though my headache was almost completely gone, my sight blurred with tears.

"I wonder why I still do this," I muttered. I could Reject him a second and third time, and I would be free; but that would do unspeakable damage to my wolf; I might even lose her.

I wanted to make a kebab out of his balls, so badly.

I flung away the sheets and got to my feet. Sitting way to comfortably on my bed, the stupid vampire glared back at me. He reeked of malice and smugness.