Universal Auction

Chapter 15-Zek

Sorry for not posting over the weekend 😭 my professor decided to move my test so I had to study for that all weekend, but I'll be going on a mini break for thanksgiving, so I'll hopefully get some chapters out then! Thanks for reading!-A.B.

Zek's POV-

Bullshit!

This is all such fucking bullshit!

The first time in years I've been happy about something, only for it to be tampered with before I even get the chance to enjoy it!

I was seething as I stormed through the halls, smartly avoided by all who had crossed my path. I didn't know where I was going, what I was doing. Truthfully, I wanted to be back in the room with my brothers and Theo.

Theo.

He had no has no idea what he means to us, to me. And yet, someone else seems to think they have a right to him. I was feeling a mixture of anger and sadness, anger that someone dared to try to take my mate from me, and sadness that my mate has been in pain without even knowing the cause. Oh, and also a healthy dose of rage towards king Sil'nyy, the bastard is lucky he has an army, because Lord knows with me in this state, he wouldn't stand a chance.

When my walking led me to a balcony, it felt only natural to walk through the doors.

When I stepped outside, I was met with a cold Castillan wind, and a darkening sky that indicated the coming night. It matched my mood quite well.

I wanted to scream, to punch something, to fight and destroy, and yet- what I found myself doing was none of them. With the soft liquid running down my cheek, I realized just how much Theo already meant to me.

I sat on the ground and leaned back against the bannister and let the tears flow freely.

Crying was very out of character for me, but there didn't seem like there was anything else I could do.

Perhaps that's why I'm crying, because I can't do anything. If Theo is already bonded to someone, then I can't take him away from them. I just met him, he was made for me and my brothers, and yet, he might not even belong to us.

I have been lonely for so long, Keeping busy with anything from filing documents to fighting a battle, anything to keep my mind off of the loneliness. My brothers always called me hardened, the "tough" brother, but what else can you become when your own mother kills herself?

A while ago, when a was much younger, our father, the king, died. It's not uncommon for a mate to die soon after their other half, but taking a blade to your own throat was not something I was prepared to see.

After she died, I pushed away everything, became hard, strong, partially for myself, but mostly for Nadi. Mal and Vel each have their own mothers, but Nadi and I had the same one. Somehow, he still remained his happy self, which in all honesty, I was grateful for. Mal and Vel were always good brothers, even though we were only half brothers. Father always told us, "A made bond is still a whole family", it was annoying when he said it, but after my parents death occurred, hearing Mal say it meant a lot.

I heard a knock on the door. Looking up, I see Nadi smiling at me through the glass.

I quickly wipe my tears as he's opening the door, not wanting him to see how much this is all effecting me.

"Mind if I join you?" He says, not waiting for my response before taking a seat on the ground beside me.

I stay silent, knowing my voice might give away what I have been doing, though I suspect he already knows.

"Ya know, if you would have stayed a little longer, you would have heard that the bond wasn't completed." He says.

I felt all the tension leave me, and suddenly, I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. I cupped my hands to my face, letting myself cry freely. I felt Nadi pull me into a hug, and I let him.

We stayed like this for several minutes until I could reign in my emotions.

"What can I do? I don't want to lose him." I ask, hoping Nadi had some magical answer that would prevent our mate from ever leaving us or wanting to leave us. I don't even want to feel like this again.

Nadi smiles, "We do what we always knew we would do with our mate, we love and protect him, and everything will be okay." 

Zek is a sad boy who can't handle being sad 🤷🏼‍♀️ he also needs to learn to stay in the room when people are talking lol. Let me know what you think in the comments!-A.B.