He was a beast. Composed of nothing but sheer brutality, masculinity and power. A mate was the last thing on his mind. . . until he laid his eyes on her.
[ influenced by the story of Hades and Persephone ]
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author's note: grab the tissues for this one :( happy new year! [01.01.2025]
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"Tristan..."
His fingers clasped mine tightly and he didn't say a word when we passed the Hounds and they closed the door behind us. I could no longer ignore my pain and I felt my limbs weaken before he lifted me into his arms.
I gritted my teeth at the dull stabbing pain that surged through my stomach and wrapped my arm around his neck. I rested my head on his shoulder and inhaled his scent to distract myself. He climbed up the stairs effortlessly and when we reached the exit, he gently placed me on my feet.
I gripped onto his jacket until he wrapped my arms around his neck instead. His intense blues stared into mine as he unzipped his jacket and pulled it off his body.
"Put my jacket on, Kara." His voice was deep and somewhat tense.
He helped me into his jacket and zipped it up, gently pulling my hair from inside it. His fingers dug into my curls and the frustration filled his eyes. He sighed harshly and scanned my features for a long moment.
"Don't be mad at me, Tristan...or Matthijs. I made him leave the room too." My palm slid against the dark stubble on his cheek and I kept his gaze on mine. "I had to do this."
His fingers curled around my wrist and he pulled my hand away from his face. The silent treatment continued as he lifted me into his arms again. I didn't take my eyes off him but he stared straight ahead as he walked us through the snow.
Instead of walking back to the hospital like I expected him to, he headed to our house. I recognised the familiar scenery and when we passed through the unguarded gates, he sighed as if he remembered where the Hounds were and why we had just seen them.
He opened the door and the first thing I noticed was both our scents were fading. I knew that while I was unconscious, Tristan had rarely stepped foot back into the house. He had been with me as much as he could have been. The frown pulled at my lips as I continued to stare at him, seeing his unmoved face.
I could feel his array of emotions and I focused on them so as not to focus on my own. He was definitely mad at me. I didn't say anything as he laid me down on the sofa, pulling back and walking to the kitchen. I thought of what to say when I heard the kitchen tap running.
Tristan returned with a glass of water in his hand and a painkiller tablet in the other. I sat up as best as I could and took them from him, thanking him with a small smile. He stared at me in silence as I swallowed and I was slowly getting uncomfortable.
