Tangled Fates

Chapter 1 Lila

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*** edited on 7/22/2024***

Zander's lips curl into a sinister smile, his voice a venomous whisper that I can't hear but feel in the vibrations of the air. "Oh, my sweet Lila. The hours away from you drives me and my wolf crazy. He claws at the back of my mind just to get to you."

His gaze settles upon me with an intensity that roots me in place - a predator studying its prey. I watch intently, my gaze fixed on his moving lips, deciphering his twisted words through the dance of his mouth. The dim moonlight that peaks through the window, casts an eerie shadow across his face. The scars glow an angry shade of red, a reminder of past atrocities etched into his flesh. Despite my senses being dulled from the daily injections of wolfsbane, my human senses work in overdrive. I watch his every movement, the malice in his every gesture, the predator lurking under human skin. He approaches the bars that confine me, the cage that I have lived in for so long. Only when we are to move again do I get to feel the grass on my feet and smell the fresh air. I recoil from him, my back pressing against the cold stone wall. I bear the scars of his torment with a silent defiance.

"You have no idea what he wants me to do to you. But he tells me. He fills my mind with thoughts of you. What you feel like beneath me, how you taste. The way your eyes stare so boldly into mine," he says as he touches a small pouch that hangs loosely around his neck. "I wear this for you. It helps to keep him under control. I do it for us."

I already know what rests in the small leather pouch he holds, wolfsbane. The smell twists in my stomach, the acrid scent brings back memories of all the times he came before me. Memories of that damn pouch swinging before my face, touching my skin, burning me from the inside. My stomach drops and I feel bail creep up my throat.

He grins and reaches for the lock. I take a deep breath and fight back the tears that wish to fall. I clench my shaky hands and brace myself. I know what is to come next, but I will not go down without a fight.

He enters my prison, not bothering to close the door behind him. Why would he? I am small and weak and he is an alpha rogue. I am without my wolf and he is not. It is a one-sided battle and I am on the losing side.

He reaches for my copper hair and holds a few tangled locks between his fingers. He brings my hair to his face, and he draws breath. His eyes flash red for a moment. "My wolf likes the way you smell." He pauses. "I like the way you smell. You are a spell that is cast on me and my wolf. A spell to distract us from what we are trying to achieve. If only you will calm me as I desperately try to calm you. Then you could be by my side. You could lead with me. We could take down other packs till ours was the only one left. I can give you everything you desire, everything you want or need." he tucks my hair behind my ear, his eyes trailing down over my neck to the scars that bore his failing attempts. "You belong to me. You will be my mate," he says as his canines elongate. He grabs me by my shoulders and pulls me towards him. I push at his chest and claw at him, but his grip remains ironclad. His laughter vibrates through me, sending a chill up my spine.

"Why do you resist me? Have you not gotten bored with this little game? Just accept me already. I want to hear your voice. I want you to call my name as I taste you. It is a shame that you do not get to hear my voice when I call out to you, but at least you get to feel the pleasure you bring me." He grabs my hand and presses his hard member into my palm. "This is what you do to me and only you can help it."