Her Darkest Fantasy

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VIOLA'S POV

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I never intended to mistreat myself this badly but I want Haze to realise that I'm serious and willing to risk my own health. I'm out of the infirmary now and tucked back in my luxurious prison cell.

When Haze was gone, I ate some of my food and pretended the tray fell on the floor shortly after so it wasn't obvious what I had and hadn't eaten. I don't want to play these games but I'm not going to back down until I win.

Even if I feel like I'm at a breaking point already. I'm fragile, I know that much.

I pace my bedroom trying to come up with some logical plan but everything seems to fall through. This place is too guarded. There is no way I could escape without inside help, the only person who seems to have any empathy for me is Noah—but he said the same thing Haze did about giving their location away.

The name Malakai sparks my brain and I remember Noah mentioning him. Is that who they're desperately trying to hide from? I don't know the ins and outs of the danger but I know how most packs need extra precautions to protect their wolves.

Nate does it to our pack and he'll protect them with his life, along with Imogen.

My head lowers at the thought of my brother and my best friend. I miss them. I miss home.

The door to my room cracks open and the scent of my unwanted mate wafts into the room and I immediately turn my back on him. I don't want to look at his face—I don't want my wolf to cry out for him in a conflict of emotions.

I clutch my arms around my elbows and tuck my shoulders forward as I walk to the bolted windows and sit down. Outside looks lovely, although I'm not free to do anything but sit here and waste away like a pile of trash. It's touching really. I release a morbid chuckle.

If I don't laugh, I'll cry. But I fail miserably and in fact end up doing both.

Like I said, I'm fragile and losing my damn mind.

"The doctors said you've eaten." His rough voice echoes behind me.

I scrunch up my face. Traitors.

Instead of replying I release a sigh and raise my fingers to wipe the pathetic tears that coat my cheeks. I despise the thought of crying in front of him but I can't stop the waterworks, no matter how hard I try. My pride shrinks with me.

Haze's footsteps echo further into the room until I can sense him directly behind me, his shadow casting over me from the hanging light. I bite down on my jaw and refuse to look up.

"Ah, the silent treatment," he grumbles. "Mature."

My nostrils flare. I want to fucking throttle him. Worse, I want to stab him through the chest.

But I don't do either of those things. I stare straight through the window at the picturesque view and release a soft sigh. The tears keep rolling and I'm convinced I'm broken, I don't think I've cried like this in a long time.

"I need you to talk to me, Viola."

The hairs on the back of my neck stand at the way he says my name. I shake it off subtly and don't remove my eyes from the window. I might be petty but I'm not the one who wanted to be in this situation.

"Fine," he shouts. "We'll go back to how it was before."

My eyes narrow and I slowly glance over my shoulder at him. He's standing right behind me with his large arms folded over his chest and a deathly glare focused at me. And he has the audacity to look at me like that? It should be the other way around.