Broken

Epilogue: Part 3

There would be no human male in her future. I wouldn't abide by it. She struggled hard against me, shouting at me to get off her. I bent down close to her, the anger still coursing through me.

"I am not letting you go." I said it low and dark. I wouldn't be letting her go until she calmed down and let me speak. There was a faint whisper that urged me to never let her go at all. What was mine, was mine.

"Please! It hurts to look at you and know that I will never be good enough. That I will never be the perfect pureblood that you wanted." Tears made her eyes glisten before they rolled from the corners of them and across her temples to her hairline. The tears were enough to give me a pause, to lessen the anger a fraction until her face twisted into a scowl once more. "So fucking let me go so I can try and find someone else!" Her words were like an icy slap to the face and that dark oppressive feeling surged forward again.

I pinned her arms with one hand and reached up and yanked my medallion over my head. She thrashed under me, shouting angrily in a mixture of English and Orrian. I struggled slightly as I pulled my medallion over her head and grasped her own, tugging it out of her shirt. It was a jagged looking piece of obsidian that seemed to match my eyes.

"Don't fucking touch it!" Her voice had a panicked pitch to it and her thrashing grew stronger but I simply pulled it over her head and away from her. "Give it back!" She stared at it with wide eyes and I shook my head. She gave an angry shout tugging against my grip, attempting to bite my hands to get me to release her as I pulled her medallion over my own head.

The moment it landed on my chest the oppressive angry feeling left me and there was a warmth that rolled over my skin, like a comforting blanket had been wrapped around me. I liked it there and I liked mine on hers. What was mine, was mine. I wouldn't share her.

I felt her struggles lessen and she sniffled. "Please give it back. I will do anything you want but give it back to me." Her glassy, tear filled eyes were on the medallion I now wore and I swallowed hard. The old Soul Maker was right. I always had a choice.

I could follow in the steps that my father and grandfather and great grandfather had. I could give her medallion back in exchange for my own and bond to the woman my father picked for me or I could forge a new path. I could go against the centuries of LehnSon tradition and do as the Source decreed. I could throw my strong, vocal, spitfire of a mate over my shoulder and spend the rest of my life learning every inch of her body and her very soul.

If there was one good thing my father had taught me, it was to forever take what rightfully mine. Medals for military service, honours for my classes, and prestige for my rank. I had taken it all because it was rightfully mine and now I knew my father would demand I give up a dark haired fairy. The one with the foul mouth that spoke English and Orrian flawlessly and with elegance even when cursing me in both languages. He would demand I give up what was rightfully mine after instilling that drive deep within me.

"I will do anything. Please." Her soft pleading entered my ears and I slowly loosened my grip from restraining to simply holding before I looked at her. The fairy with the eyes that matched my medallion. I had thought it had been useless and ugly but now all I could see was her. Even if I took it back all I would see would be her eyes. They would haunt me for the rest of my life if I let her go and I didn't wish to let her go. Not any more.

"Will you accept me?" I deliberately asked the question in English for her. I wanted to show her that I was willing to accept all of her.

What life would I have without her? What cold, harsh life would I have with a cold woman like my mother? Would I strike my child as well? Would I beat him because he didn't do things perfectly? Would I let him languish in cold and unfeeling darkness? My throat tightened at the thought of letting my own flesh and blood suffer as I did growing up.