Kyros (discontinued)

Chapter Eight

Talia

I WAS GOING to murder Adonis.

I would start by wringing his neck, choking him and perhaps even stripping him of his last breath of air until he begged for my forgiveness.

I was a woman on a mission.

Dinner had long ago ended, and Nicos had been holding me back by my waist so I wouldn't murder Adonis. Adonis, however, remained completely unfazed by my maddening fury.

"I still don't understand why you're mad at me, Talia, dear." Adonis grinned, his brown eyes gleaming in amusement.

"Oh, I'll make you understand." I grumbled, lunging at him, but unfortunately Nicos' tight grip held me back from even laying a finger on him.

"Talia," Nicos groaned, "Chill out."

Taking deep breaths, closing my eyes, I managed to calm myself down. I wasn't a typically anger-ridden person– but having a mate was a game changer. It was like being on your period but around ten times worse. Emotions were erratic; and hormones were uncontrollable. Frowning, I pulled away from Nicos. Then the humiliation hit me like a brick.

I groaned, leaning my head back, "Kyros probably hates me now."

Adonis rolled his eyes, "He could never. He's your mate."

"He sure doesn't act like it." I grumbled.

Hours later; Nicos and Adonis soon departed to the North. After bidding a slightly emotional farewell, Esmerelda led me back to my room, since I was a hopeless wreck when it came to memorizing directions.

On our way back to my room, she discussed acquiring me a whole new wardrobe.

"That won't be necessary–" I interjected.

"It is," Esmerelda inserted, "You don't need to worry about the costs, Miss Talia. It'll all be covered by Alpha."

Esmerelda continued her rant about my clothes when I remained silent. "I'll have some servants go into town and buy you some undergarments, clothes, and pyjamas. I'll just need your size and a fresh set of clothes will be in your closet by the time you wake up tomorrow."

I felt like a Queen. Servants?  It was a peculiar feeling to know simply a few days ago, I had been on the run, fleeing the Lycans and fighting for my life. And now? I had been residing in a castle-like home, alongside a mate who refused to acknowledge me, and a set of staff who treated me like I had been their Queen.

It felt so surreal. Yet it couldn't help but feel so good. And I knew that I'd be forever grateful for what the Goddess had bestowed upon my fate. Many Celestials never gain the opportunity to escape from their captors, some taking their last breaths in those wretched cells.

After telling Esmerelda my sizes, we had arrived back into my room. Leaving me to rest for the night, Esmerelda bid me a goodnight. Entering my room, I took in my surroundings; the urge to sleep fading away when I realized my window hadn't been a window but, in fact, a balcony. How had I not noticed that before?

Sliding the doors open, I stepped outside into the frosty night, and immediately wished I had more clothes on than just my mates shirt. It was chilly outside; the wind blowing forcefully. A barren, thick wind it was, like sour wine, searching the marrow and bringing no bloom to the cheek.

I stepped closer to the edge of the balcony; gripping the cold, metal railings tensely, gulping when I realized entirely how high I'd been from the ground. The wind blew beneath my hair with a powerful passion, scattering the pieces upon every inch of my face.

Brushing my hair away from my face, I gazed up at the Moon and couldn't help but let my thoughts roam to Kyros. Blushing, I groaned, why had I been acting like a foolish teenager? I was a grown adult for Goddess' sake! I needed to put a leash on my feelings.

Kyros was far more different than I had expected him to be. Given I didn't remember my life before I had been captured, I knew close to nothing about mates. But it didn't take a fool to know that mates didn't act like he did. It was extremely frustrating how incredibly good he was at ignoring the mate bond whereas I had been struggling wholeheartedly.

I wanted to strip away his pieces and figure out why he was so intent on pushing me away. He was so god damn cold. But I knew that I needed to be patient with him. Give him time. Everyone moved at their own pace, and it'd be unfair if I forced him to pursue something he didn't want to.

Glancing at my bed, I knew it had been time I went to sleep. My bones felt exhausted; beyond overused, and I had felt like I was 65 rather than 20.

I walked away from the railings, sliding the doors back so they were tightly shut, blocking any heavy winds from decreasing the temperature of the room.

Sliding into the beyond comfortable, plush bed, I pulled the sheets over my body, yawning tiredly as I laid my head down onto my pillows. My body felt fatigued and my eyes begged for the relief that only sleep itself could provide. Letting my eyelids fall as I snuggled into my sheets, I fell into a congenial abyss of nothingness.