Her Mate Is A Deadman

Chapter 10: Malia

Chapter 10: Malia

"Well, it seems I'm found out," the suave, irritating british voice of a woman that scares the living shit out of me makes its way behind me and I turn around, swiftly.

"You," I growl, putting on a tough front, when in reality, I'm shaking in my own skin. I won't let her see the power she has over me.

She smirks, seeming to shiver in delight. "Oh, the fear radiating off of you is just DELICIOUS!" she laughs-more like a cackle. "Darling, how long do you think you would have went on thinking it was Dimitri inside your head if he hadn't shown up?" she grins.

"Cut the crap," I barked. I dry heaved, gasping in for breath, as if my throat was closing up. "Wh-Why are you doing this?" I squeaked, looking at the relentless aunt of my true mate.

"Oh, you don't remember?" she asked, gasping slightly, as if she was offended. "I told you," she said calmly, "if you ever hurt my dear nephew, I would make you wish you were never born," as she spoke, she inched closer to me, gritting her teeth.

"He killed my brother!" I barked. "Do you expect me to stay with him when he fucking just MAULED my brother to pieces?"

"You didn't even give him the damn chance to fucking explain, Malia," she boomed, causing me to freeze. "Did he not tell you it was eating at him? Did he not tell you he didn't mean to? HE WAS GOING TO FUCKING EXPLAIN! You weren't the only one falling apart, Malia, stop thinking of your own damn self and put yourself in your mate's shoes. Your ACTUAL mate's. That tool, Ryder, isn't even half the man Dimitri is." She sighed. "It's too late for you to be guilty now though," she shrugged, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "I'm going to rip you apart, Malia Dalton."

"Try to get your claws on me, you Satanic bitch," I growled, my eyes murderous.

She chuckled. "Oh, I'm not gonna lay a pretty little finger on you, sweet Malia."

My face morphed to confusion. "Then... Who...?" A lightbulb went off in my head. "No," I stated firmly.

"Yes," her lips curved into a joker smile.

"NO!"

"Bye, Malia."

"GET AWAY!" I jumped up from my desk, my eyes running crazily around the room. I was still sitting in the room with Dimitri, he was looking at me as if he was concerned.

"You okay?" He asks softly. My heart is pounding vigorously against my chest, as I get a sense of what just happened. Yeah, that's right... Rebekah got into my head, the day after Dimitri told me what happened.

I take a deep breath and nod, "yeah, yeah... Totally fine." We both knew I was lying.

Last night, Dimitri had stayed over.

-Flashback-

"Rebekah. Your aunt. The one who threatened me?" I ask, venom in every word I spat out.

Dimitri nodded. "It seems she's carrying out her threat too," he mumbles and I growl.

"She's dead. She's fucking dead! When I get my hands on her, I'll...-"

"-You'll do nothing, Malia," Dimitri says, standing up and walking towards me. He puts his hands on my shoulders and gave them a reassuring squeeze. What hurt the most is, I couldn't feel that connection anymore. Oh, why did I reject him...? "Let me do all the work. You don't need to lift a finger. Okay?"

"She threatened Aiden," my voice cracks and my eyes water. I couldn't cry. Not in front of Dimitri. Without a word, he hauled me into his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist, burying his face in my hair.