Kratos

II : Finding Harmony

Recap:

Putting my hands up to protect myself, I prepare for the worst.

"Fuck. You're mine."

I drop my hands and look into his eyes.

Suddenly, a heat like no other burns through my body. His eyes turn bright blue. And just as I feel my body falling to the ground, explosions take me away as his hands break my fall.

II:

Eye's wide open, explosions crackle against every inch of my being.

It takes me a second to find my way out of the depths of those dark pools of heat, to find my way back to reality, to the moment, to this lethal king in front of me, to his hands on my waist, to the warmth of his fingertips, to the thick blanket of safety that washes over me with every bre- okay, okay.

Mate.

It's all I hear. Over and over, again and again, a scream that my wolf can't seem to contain.

But the somersaults in my stomach suggest more than just lust. More than just a recognition of destiny. The acrobatics within me echo fear.

My hands shake as I lift them to push myself away from him. The look in his eyes is ferocious. I swallow the lump in my throat, my lips trembling.

A look of absolute fury envelopes his expression. His grip around me tightens as he pulls me closer.

There's little I can do to stop the man from picking me up and tearing me in half like I know he could, like he would, if I were anyone else other than the complementary half to his being.

But nonetheless, I know I must do what will protect my pack and me the most. Its law, he has to respect it.

"I- I can't." 

His eyebrows scrunch together and his breath stops. I don't know how, but it's as if all the air in the world is frozen, motionless. My eyes cloud with tears but I beg them not to fall. I can't look at those eyes anymore, filled with rage and lust and power, so I stare ahead at his chest.

Be strong, Hazel. Be strong.

"I-I don't accept you."

The words hurt as they leave me. They're soft and delicate, fragile, vulnerable, they're weak. But if words were objects you'd of thought those four words were silver bullets, each exploding with increasing violence in the iron chest of Kratos himself.

His hands drop. The bright blue of his eyes dims to an empty gray.

I want to rush forward, apologize. But the excruciating fear that lines my gut prevents me.

Suddenly a low rumble cracks the motionless air. "No."

Trembling, I turn away. I can't look at him at all. My knees want to crumble, sag to the floor, want me to beg for forgiveness.

"No."

I can't stop the tears.

I look up and his face is unreadable. He makes a move to grab my hand, but before he can, Sean is in front of me.

"She said she rejects you. Even the king of Valaykor does not have the authority to break the ancient law of rejection", Sean snarls at the god before him.

I take a quick intake of air, shaking my head painfully.

"Sean, don't", I beg quietly.

Has he no clue who he is snarling at? Is he insane? I prefer for my loved ones to have bodies attached to their heads.