Warrior

To many tears

Song: bloom by The Paper Kites

Bridget's POV;

I was out of breathe and wheezing finally slipping out of my hysterics. I didn't realize tears had started to fall and I quickly shook my head to get rid of them. I would wipe them but the warriors behind me still held my arms locked behind my back. Making sure I was stable enough to talk I looked up to the crowned princess Ophelia. Evermore of the crowned Lycan prince Elio. They completed the bond after a week of meeting each other, she used to be a regular werewolf but after bonding she phased into her Lycan form. She was a very powerful Lycan nonetheless, everyone knew don't mess with a queen, but she was simply a person you don't mess with.

Flashing her an innocent smile, I pull my torso and arms as hard as I can right and the pull. The two guards knock into each other as I roll out of their grasp. Maybe I haven't loss all me skill.

I end my tumble in a kneel a few feet away from her. "Your highness, to what do I owe the blessing of seeing your moon kissed face again?" Smiling as big as I can I'm going for a 'please forgive me look' but judging by her stoic expression it hasn't worked. Pooh, this might be harder than I thought.

"You are under arrest for treason against the throne, as well as possession of a stolen crowed item. Return it as well as yourself and you shall be dealt with accordingly. If you fail to comply we will resort to other methods to gain what we have lost." She stared at me as though I was dirt under her shoe. I wasn't used to being on the receiving end of her glare once again. I couldn't even look her in the eye, I was ashamed as well as terrified. I couldn't tell what was going on in her head.

What methods would she use? I don't know the Lycan in front of me. For the first time I truly feared her.

Something she said stuck out in my mind. "S-stolen item? I would never steal analyzing from you Ophelia!" I rose to my feet ignoring the gasps that follows my statement one for calling her by name without a title also for standing and meeting her eye to eye. All signs of disrespect, but I didn't care I may be many things but I would never steal from the family that gave me everything I ever wanted.

If we got into a fight I would surely lose. She was at lest a half foot taller than me as well as she had every proper training opportunity at her whim. I was confined to training alone as good as I am. I can't beat myself, sadly.

Her hand came whistling by so fast o almost couldn't react but I managed to dodge her smack in a split second. It was so close I felt the wind that her hand created flutter across my face.

"He will be here soon so it's either a reunion here or at the palace. Your choice." Her eyes were ice and voice was stone. She no longer cared.

"Then please take me back. I cannot Barr the repercussions anymore," I searched her eyes looking for something a crack or dent in the walls she had put around her. But as known to me there were none.

"I could kill you right now. You are so weak and broken. I want to hurt you. But I won't. I'll allow Elio and his brother to have their day before you pay for what you have done. I personally wanted to either let you rot or kill you, but boys will be boys and they wanted to hear your dumb excuses," she walked around me inspecting and punishing. I couldn't see her but I know she's there. I don't dare move, her dominance in like a slow poison seeping into my skin and starting from the inside out.

I fall to the floor trying to hold myself up but fire is burning through my veins and her dominance is stealing the air from my lungs. He's here, she's back and I am doomed

My mate casually walks out of the tree line. His eyes glaze the werewolf pack and stop on Wyatt. Next they befall upon my own. His black eyes bleed darkness into me, cutting through my skin bones and tissue until their inky stain reaches my soul and melts together in a harmonious reunion. The pain eased from my body and my heart started to spread up once again. For a single moment I feel bliss once again.

But all good things must die because  my body is nothing but pain and anguish as the bond between us roars it's anger and pain that had been shut away in the depths of my soul. I felt alive and dead. Fear and relief. I felt out of control but lucid and I loved it. I loved him and I hated him but no matter what I felt. I still wanted him. My Nash.

Once again I wanted to cry but I had shed to many tears and I promised he would never see me like he did the last time. Opening up my heart I ducked everything inside and shut it. Locked, cemented, and thrown away I tore out my heart and gave it all to Nash. I would never fall for him nor could I stand by his side. There had to be a mistake we were not meant to be. It had to be a mistake. That's what happened... a cruel mistake.

If I spent the rest of my life with him it would be too good, too bad, too passionate, and we would have an adventure the even stars would be jealous of. But we won't fall in love or I won't. I can't, mates kill and mates weaken, since our bond is stronger than mates it would be even worse.

He would change me and I would change him. He would make me open up and talk, but I won't Lycans are not understanding. We go by the rules of nature Marcy and forgiveness is not in our genes. You are either hunter or pray, good or bad, live or die, feel or survive. And I will do whatever I have to to survive.