But I Want Revenge

Two Options, One Choice

“Sebastian! What have you done?”

“I marked the girl like you asked me too father.”

“Is that the effects of a Seasonal mark? Why didn’t you give her a Mater's mark?”

He knew just as well as I that it could kill her, but he was willing to risk such an outcome for the sake of his plan.

“Father it would have killed her.”

“You don’t know those worthless mutts like I do. I know her mother, they are resilient and ruthless. She would have survived and been bound to you for life to accomplish our plan. Now you have placed her at an arms length, where she is still exposed to the possibility of being marked by another. Are you seeking to sabotage my plans?”

“No father.” I confessed while I hung my head. “But-”

“but you shouldn’t have, you knew the consequences”

“But dad,-” maybe tugging at his parental strings might soften his heart, but sadly I was wrong.

His fierce voice cut me off. “There’s no ‘but’ in this, look at the mess you’ve created….if you don't sort this out-”

“Don’t worry father, I will”

He left in anger, the door slamming shut behind him.

“Ughhhh! Can you keep it down”

Surprise crossed my face at I looked over at the now awoken Allison, she was up sooner than expected. She covered her ears as she squirmed on the bed. I could not pull my eyes away as she looked so beautiful lying there. “Good morning sleeping beauty” I smiled, trying to erase the tension within me that lingered from the “talk” with father.

She was surely the best distraction. I sat beside her, unable to look away from those innocent brown eyes that had captured my heart. Those butterflies feelings returned, this time I didn’t know if it was the result of the heat generating from having my mark on her or my true feelings towards her. She was wrapped up in my sheets and for a moment I felt totally jealous of those sheets.

Her eyes were glued to me and though just for a moment, my imagine began to run a little wild. “You like what you see?” I looked at her, unable to hide the smile beginning to form upon my lips….. Well that was until, as expected, my bubble was burst. I knew she was going to experience memory loss, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Where am I…. Who are you?”

I saw the admiration that once swirled in her eyes, turned to fearful distress.

I wanted to comfort her, but she withdrew herself from my reach, curling up into a cradling ball as she rocked as though she had just experienced a trauma “answer me. Please tell me who you are?”

Tears settled at the brink of her eyes and my heart instantly began aching. “Hey, don’t cry.” Finally she allowed me access to wipe a fallen tear. “My name is Sebastian.”

I knew she had questions, doubts, fears, the mark was enough to erase her memory, which was why I wondered how could father have expected a Mater's mark immediately. Yes I felt pieces of my humanity slowly slipping away, but it was not totally gone as yet.

Her shaken voice laced with worried asked “Where am I and what am I doing here?”

The most fitting and calming answer for this situation was simply “You are home.”

I saw confusion in her eyes, a new reality dawning upon her. “So this is home?”

I simply nodded.

“She must be hungry by now.” X-Zaviour linked me.

Oh right that was true, she had been out for some time now. I offered to grab her some breakfast and with that I left.

My father was in his office and with little to no time to spear for me, our encounters were sometimes far and in between.

I returned carrying a breakfast tray and soon a conversation between us began. She asked me a few more questions, all of which I could have answered, yet I was not in a position to lay my soul bare before her. However, one of her questions was enough to bring X-Zaviour’s animalistic instincts roaring to life.

“So are we… like a couple or something.” Her checks glowed a bright red. It was so cute watch.

I finally rested the tray down, cupping her face. I uttered three words I wished were the honest truth. “You are mine.”

I wanted to treasure her, be there for her…. I wanted to learn to love her.

I picked up the tray again and began cutting the pancakes into bite size pieces to feed her as she continued to talk with me.

She asked about her parents, but knowing my father, there was no surety that he would spear their lives, but if I could protect her…. that was all that mattered right now to me. Still, I did not go about painting the gory picture of their fate to her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, I guess the way I phrase it made her believe all was well, and soon she became more relaxed.

Then suddenly, the room with filled with the aroma of her arousal, a side effect of her marking.

It was irresistibly tempting and I felt myself drawn to her. I leaned in closer, my eyes locked on her. The s****l desire in the atmosphere intensified, and my eyes instinctively flicked to her neck. Without thought, my lips latched unto her neck, while my tongue outlined my mark, electrifying our bodies in the process. The way her body reacted to my touch only enhanced my desire for her… then she moaned…. and my world shattered into blissful pieces. I craved her even more as she pulled me closer, the food was now a thing of the past and in a low seductive tone I whispered “I'll give you what you crave.”

I sought to make this the most memorable moment for the both of us, the moment I had so long been desperately hoping for.

I laid her gently down on the bed wanting nothing more that to claim her with more than a mark. I didn’t want to force her and from the looks of it I clearly wasn’t. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. I hovered over her frame leaning in closer for the taste of her magical kiss.

However, suddenly, the effects of her memory lost started to wear off, it was sooner than expected. Her had taken control, a rear occurrence for werewolves marked by a Lycan. Maybe father knew best, she was no ordinary wolf, she could not possibly be.

Just then I heard my father’s voice ringing in my head. “look at the mess you’ve created” I don’t know how I was going to win her over if her wolf already know her mate. Wolves are monogamous, which meant since her wolf had met her pair, she wouldn’t even give me a chance.

I had two choices…. Let her go, let her be and deal with the wrath of my father, which could result in my death, her death and whosoever else decided to undermine him because he would spear no sympathy OR I can claim her, Keep her, because I want to be with her, which also happened to be within the orchestrated schemes of my father, but I was surely going to protect her at all cost.

My two options laid bare before me and I stood hesitantly in the mist of them.