Beastly Chromosome

Chapter 4

The low hum of the car engine was the only sound amongst the two as they drove through the high mountain ranges. They were in a part Amiera hadn't seen before, on one side was a cliff with a seemingly haunting drop and on the other a mountain that doesn't seem to end. She has had her eyes glued to the window for the last achingly slow hour, the car may have been silent but Amiera's mind was booming with thoughts that demanded to be heard. 

'Why did I let him take me? I could've put up more of a fight' 

She thought of the earlier encounter that had occurred. 

"I'm not getting in that car" she said as she jumped back onto her bed, her back pressing up against the wall. Shallow breaths were the only whisper around the room as the two stared each other down. "Principessa, you're coming with me. The bond has already started to bind between us." Xiomar looked down shamefully, the guilt of taking her away from her mother slashing wounds across his heart. The stubborn girl just turned her cheek, all her fear wasting away for a temporary moment. "Make me." 

That exchange shamefully ended with Amiera over the shoulders of the strong headed, supposedly hard hearted Italian man. Her heart broke as she remembered turning back to the house, greeted by her mothers on looking gaze through the living room window. 

Xiomar looked at his girl, Vincenzo's overwhelming affection for her spreading throughout his body mixing with his own. He wasn't used to this feeling, neither of them were. Anger was an emotion he could familiarise himself with. That feeling of outrage taking over, as he's pushed back into his conscious and Vincenzo takes over. He had a vengeful hatred for women, because of her. All because of her past taunting. But he'd be damned if he couldn't show his love for la sua principessa, his sweet Amiera. 

Amiera eyes fluttered open, she could feel two strong arms holding her up. Her eyes adjusted to the light of the first hours of dawn. The lake style cabin coming into view, the timber walls and pristine panes of glass looking magnificent with the sunrise bouncing off of them. The sight in front of her was beautiful, absolutely astounding. She turned her head to look up at Xiomar, her eyes dragging across his sharp jaw and sculptured cheek bones before making contact with his dark eyes. A small grin lit up his face, his grip on her getting a little more tight. A small smile of her own spread across her cheeks. He looked so handsome, small specks of snow upon his hair and ever so light freckles across his tan skin. The flush of pink from the cold air coated his cheeks perfectly. She scolded herself for slowly becoming so smitten. The bond was most definitely thriving. 

"So this is my house" Xiomar winced as his voice wavered slightly, why does he care so much about what she thinks?

 He's built an empire, born of a strong bloodline and taken more lives than he could count, and yet his diminish will be this beautiful girl in front of him. His heart skipped a beat has a small laugh sounded from Amiera. Her nose scrunching up as she shook her head. 

"I noticed, the strong scent gave it away or maybe it was the fact that you had sub-consciously mumbled it for five minutes." The look of embarrassment on his face made her laugh more. 

 She reached out and softly rubbed his arm in reassurance, there wasn't any sparks underneath her fingertips like they gush about in movies. But there was warmth, a warmth that spread up her arm and in drifted throughout her. Both softly looked at the other, reality and reason seemed far from Amiera's mind.  Xiomar went through the house, guiding her to where everything was. The pair went up the stairs and to the end of the hallway where two doors were facing each other. 

"That's your room" Xiomar pointed to the door on the left, he looked down to the girl that was slightly behind him. He encouraged her to get some rest, they'd been driving all night. Amiera opened the door which lead into a beautiful white room. In the middle of the room was a queen bed, across from the bed was a wardrobe and then a set of beautiful floor length windows. The room was stunning. Amiera couldn't help but feel a small tinge of disappointment that she wasn't in his room. 

'Too soon Miera, too soon'. He said as if sensing her disappointment. She turned around to face him, his eyes were set intensely on her. 

"It's gorgeous, thank you so much" She smiled kindly and took her bags across to the wardrobe. He gave a hum in reply and walked towards her. 

"I'm sorry, I tried to hold him back I really did." With that Xiomar turned and walked out of the room.

 Amiera's eyes opened wide in surprise, she understood the situation. He wasn't the only one feeling the mate bond. 'Hold him back?'  the question echoed in her mind, is he talking about his wolf?  Her heart leaped at the thought of meeting his wolf, she needed to and more importantly she wanted to. What was he like? What's his name? Is he as 'ruthless' as the stories say?  Her stomach dropped at her thoughts. Where all the things she was told true? In the back of her mind she knew that they were. 

She'd soon be in love with a killer.