A/N: I'm starting to regret my decision to use roman numerals to chapter these updates because I don't know any numerals above ten- Google has become my bitch.
Ps I LOVE YOU GUYS, HAVE A BRILLIANT DAY <3
PPS: I slapped a guy today for being an A-Class Asshole. I feel kinda bad.
Oh well.
QUESTION FOR TODAY: Do I apologise to the boy for slapping him or laugh in his face? (Decisions, decisions 😝)
It was the lilting call of birds that aroused me from my slumber. I opened my eyes to see golden light- which was less ardent than I had initially expected- slanting through the blinds. For a moment, I was blissfully unaware of yesterday's events. But as my disorientation melted away with the memory of my dream, everything came flooding back. Pain erupted as my fingers grazed the mark and I groaned.
"The pain will dull eventually."
I was so wrapped up in my own turmoil that I had failed to notice Damien, who was slumped on the plush sofa. My initial shock shifted into blistering anger and I scrambled upright.
"The pain of knowing you betrayed me will never fade." I snapped.
"I did what I had to do."
I scowled. The ghost of a smirk that played on his lips aggravated me further. He refused to take me seriously. His arrogance was beginning to grate on my nerves.
"Have your balls fallen into your ass? You could've done anything you pleased. You're supposed to be an Alpha! Does that mean nothing to you?"
It was as if he didn't hear me. Instead of registering my words he stalked towards me, smiling mischievously. Fear overrode my body and I pressed myself against the wall, breathing sharply.
I hated him. I hated him for taking advantage of me. To him, I was just a pawn in his grand game of power and lust.
What I hated more was how my body reacted to his closeness. As he hovered above me, with his hands resting on my hips, I wanted nothing more than to kiss him.
With blatant reluctance I craned my neck, trying to shift away from his touch.
In response he simply smirked and planted a kiss on my mark. I gasped and involuntarily sagged towards the floor, overwhelmed by lust. He was the only thing keeping me upright.
"What the fuck?" I rasped. "What the hell was that?"
"That's what the mark brings, Thea. Lust and passion and love."
I gathered my thoughts and escaped his hold, running to the door. Before I left the room, I turned around and offered him a sad smile. "That's the thing, Damien. I don't think you understand the difference between lust and love."
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"How did it feel?"
"Was it fun?"
"Do you wish you'd become a nun?"
A bustling crowd of girls flooded towards me, grinning excitedly. Although I wasn't in the mood, I offered them a fake smile and took a seat.
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Luminous (I)
Werewolf'Whatever it was, I would face it. Whatever it was, I would win. Something bigger than me had made me a Luna, a figure capable of leadership, of true power. Something had made me his mate, and that didn't count for nothing. It couldn't.' Seventeen-y...
