Christy Night

Chapter 2: Barter

Chapter 2

It was difficult to breath, Christy felt like a boulder has dropped in her lungs. She was gasping and her eyes were not functioning. She felt useless. Multiple sensations and slamming of souls and bonds left her writhing and pulling sharp breaths.

It was an overwhelming experience, she clutched cloth in her hand pulling to relieve the pain. She wasn't ready for this, for past ties to break and new ties grasping those ripped strands, clutching and forcefully knotting themselves together. Pain was the result of force and unwillingness, it should've been pleasurable if not for this. If not for him.

First meeting is no place to lay a mark, this needs mutual consensus. She whimpered, this was more painful than first shift. It felt like her brain was being ripped in half and nerves being pulled on fire, everything with a semi concious state of mind.

She felt strong muscled arms wrapped around her and someone moving at a fast pace. Or maybe it was her brain whirling. Small whimpers left her gritting teeth, jaws hurting from being shut so tight. She felt her body aching with response to birth ties being broken so roughly, so severely.

Usually new ties are coerced lovingly, when familiarity is developed and the pack has nuzzled with the new member. It is easier for everyone. Nightingale was a barbarian under his sophisticate appearance, it was proved not only from his aggressive movements but because he initiated an age old practice which is highly frowned upon now. In front of high rank members of blood moon and his tribe.

Christy wanted to scream, she could feel the loss in her bones. The isolation that surrounded her internally from being separated from her family and surrounded by unfamiliar auras. Alienated. A sheep in a herd of goats.

She tried to blink open her heavy, teary eyes. It was hard and so was moving any part of her. A deep ache was settled in her bones.

A hand started to lightly trace her arms, the relief was immediate. The sparks emanating from his touch distracting her from pain and soothing the part of her soul that ached.

The bond was already like a noose around her neck. She couldn't say no to him. It felt so good, so right. She couldn't say no to her mate who claimed her without consent.

But she felt a sense of belonging from his touch. And that was what she needed after such alienation. Just for a few seconds more...

She blinked to adjust her eyes to the sunlight streaming in her room through the windows. A sudden hush quietened the room. She tried to ignore the light tracing of her mate's hand on her arms. She could get drunk on the euphoria and pleasure that it was bringing her even though he was barely touching.

" Dad," her voice sounded scratchy from all the yelling and gritting of jaws she has done. 

He was right beside her left side of the bed while her mate was situated on her right side.

" Babygirl..." her father crooned cupping her cheek, she turned her head towards him only to see a light sheen in his eyes. That strong alpha beast was crying because of her mate, she hated the thought of him at that moment. The bond lashed at her for being so harsh, her wolf whining in her head.

She refuse to look at him, the tremendous cause of pain to her being.

"Mate..." His voice was low, husky, with a rough timbre, her eyes closed involuntarily in pleasure as a strong shiver wracked her small frame.

"Get ready. We're leaving immediately." That said, she felt him leaving the room. That imbecile, stone hearted man being authoritative after what he's done. And she's stuck with him for the rest of her life, already she could feel their souls moulding and humming deep inside her, the loss of his touch. How can she resist?

"Dad, I don't want to go," christy whispered. She doesn't want to belong to anyone, set as a mere trophy. A possession. She was more than that but the natural instinct of bond choose to ignore it.

"We're not going to let him, darling. We're going to fight, get him killed somehow. No matter how many losses we acquire, honour is cocooned with blood being shed," her heart skipped a beat at her father's words.

She pulls in a sharp breath and stared wide eyed at her father. It was a painful realization, she couldn't entertain the thought of his death. It was too painful. Her heart wrenching in her small body.

His father continued, taking her silence as fear. "We don't have their skill but we have our pack. He has brought few members with him and if we delay him somehow and call upon our warriors from the further south. Maybe we could defeat him," his father was underestimating him. She could feel his strength, his will, and the power to bend other's into twigs both mentally and physically. Those attributes are rare in a lycan, they're too instinctive.

But what her father failed to consider, was the probability of her dying. Or being worse of by living and suffering. She shuddered with the morbid possibility, her wolf splitting her head in two. " Dad, I can't let you do that. You know it's going to be a daily struggle awakening in a world where my reason for existence would vanish," she spoke softly.

The Alpha was a hard man, his face transformed into steel like hardness. All traces of fondness gone for his only daughter. " You have to live with the burden. There's no option." He was suggesting the impossible, a bizarre scheme plotted which only threatens yet another council rule.

" Dad. Listen to yourself, what are you saying!" She exclaimed in distress, throat tight with panic and fear for the doomed future. Finally, a choked sob escape her, tears streaming down the beloved, flawless face.

" Then what do you suggest I do? huh. What do you want, Christy." He grabbed her shoulders, trying to shake some sense in her. She stared helplessly, sobbing. Trying to decipher the situation with her muddled mind.

He released her, staring out the large pane windows in her room. Still, resigned with the impending future. " I'm sorry dad. I can't let you do it. You're only going to hurt me,us, in the process.

" Get ready for your departure, your new pack is not very patient." He retrieved from the room, a sudden stillness imbedded in his form, like the last hour or so didn't take place.

 A father gone, what remains is the alpha respecting the wishes of his pack member. It was the exchange she has to make for the betterment of all. Unfortunately, she was the bait. A barter of sorts.

A/N: Hello, hello, hello! I'm back after a looong time. Finally got some time off after completing my first semester. 'Breathes a sigh of relief.' Btw, hope you like it. And don't forget to vote and comment. I appreciate it. Ciao!!