"Ash," he breathed, "We're getting dangerous here."
"No head?"
Something red flashed through his eyes, as the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. "You're going to give me head, whether you like it or not. I meant that we can't turn back after...
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"No!" I yelled, jumping on top of him, hitting his chest repeatedly. "No, no, no. No. Don't you dare reject me. We're going to sort this out, if you'd talk. I'll tell you anything. I already told you everything. And I'm willing to listen. To all you say. Is it about your brother? Does this have anything to do with your brother?"
His face was filled with nothing but loathing, being cold as ice. Though red flashed through his eyes at the last question. "Ashley, let me reject you. I'm sick of trying."
"You're giving up on me?" I asked, exasperation raising my voice, "After this? Just tell me, Kye, tell me, please-"
"Fine!" He finally jerked me to him, harshly taking my chin, fire seeping back into his eyes. "Because of him, my brother is dead. Understand?"
It felt like the floor was snatched away from under my feet, and I tumbled back into a black pit. Immediately, all my senses were numbed.
"What?" I whispered, unable to think.
"You thought your dad was powerless? My brother couldn't lift a finger against them. They ripped him apart. First his legs, then his arms. You know why? To make it go slower."
"Ripped?" I brought out, my vision getting darker. He wasn't being true. He was lying, I knew that. My dad and his brother had nothing to do with each other.
"Ripped," he echoed, his hands clawing around my arms so much they felt like they were falling off. But I was completely numb.
But then, he said something to make me snap back to reality.
"He was a werewolf, Ashley. A pathetic, lowlife, rogue werewolf. Get it through your head."
I jerked away from him, stumbling off the bed, and yanked open the door to get fresh air. Before I knew it, my dinner came rushing upwards and I threw up.
Tears mingled with the filthy taste of vomit.
I didn't know what was happening. Something inside of me was taking over, clawing at my insides and hurting me badly. Excruciatingly.
Like when he told me he was a shifter, I knew he was right.
He was speaking the truth.
The clawing got worse and worse, making me completely nauseated and dizzy with pain. It grated over my insides, tearing me open, seizing my lungs with her canines.
Kye was wrong. My dad wasn't-
I was completely disoriented. Black spots in my vision, rapidly expanding, weren't helping. My throat was closing off because of all the gagging.
I felt like I was dying.
The thing inside of me was killing me off, and I couldn't stop it.
