Hey guys, next chapter here. I know there are a few questions as to how she could give in so easily and didn't kill the blonde twins. In response I'd like to recall your attention to the reason Tia ran: the mate bond was forcing Kyle's opinion on her, as her own! xx
Anyway, hope you enjoy this next one and the story and sex will start to really pick up again next chapter.
Lala x
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Dreams are always full of thoughts, feelings and memories. Not everyone's are full of pain and horror. My dreams flitted through every moment of pain and torture I had experienced or caused in my life; each new face a satanic hand which pulled at my heart and soul. As I slept, drug coursing through my veins, three new faces joined the long list of others. Two blondes and Caleb, their leering faces peering down at me as I screamed, their ghastly cackles and jaunts as sharp on my skin as the blades they held. I felt myself slipping; unable to wake up; my mind couldn't escape its own game of torture. My grasp on reality and life was slipping under each new gash upon my pale, scarred flesh. I could almost feel my fingers clinging to the edge as my body pulled me down, each finger slowly slipping away.
Then a hand caught me. "Mine."
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Kyle sat by his mates bed, hunched under the onslaught of pain tormenting him from both within and out. His wolf howled along with his heart as they watched their mates nightmares play out in their minds. They couldn't reach her or wake her up because of the damn drug still coursing through her veins. He sat, watching as she slowly succumbed to the pain her body was inflicting on herself. Tears slid down his cheeks as her pain became his, her despair his own, her sorrow his to bear. Trying again he pushed forward towards her mind, desperate to save her sanity. Nothing. The barrier remained firm.
Then, he heard his voice, or a memory of his voice boom through her mind and his: 'Mine.'
It was what he had said as he had wrenched the twins from her body. The moment he had first been able to smell her, when her barrier dropped.
He felt her mind clear, her dreams gone, replaced by a placid sea. Though her conscious may not know him, her subconscious knew he was their safety. Knowing he was finally getting through, however slightly, he resigned himself to sitting there, talking to her subconscious until she woke again.
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I know people always say waking up on a Monday is the worst, but I would like to ask them to try waking up after a night of tortured dreams to a body aching from abuse and a sudden onslaught of terror. That's the worst kind of waking up.
As soon as the drug began to truly slip from my system, my eyes flew open; though my mind wasn't quite as alert as my body appeared. Remembering my nightmares I flew from the bed, barely noting the absence of tubes, afraid that the werewolf sitting next to me was one of the blondes. Before I managed to reach the wall, I had realized that my panic was unreasonable; it was the Alpha who sat by the bed, not the blonde. Still, my hammering pulse demanded that I ascertain the location of the blonde before the fight or flight reaction would stop.
"Where is she?" I rasped, surprised at the roughness of my voice. I cleared my throat. "The Blonde. Where is she?"
Slowly, the Alpha reached a hand towards me. "Sit down, if you mean Chloe, she's is in town right now with her sister." He looked at me, eyes pleading with me to calm down. "It's just you and me for now, ok?" He reached with his hand again.
Hesitantly, I took it, unsure as to why, but somehow knowing I was safe with this Alpha. Slowly, I climbed back onto the bed, my body complaining over my abrupt movements. Eventually, I was settled and comfortable again. I turned to look at the Alpha.
"Who are you?" I asked. I meant so much more that those words could truly convey.
"My name is Kyle Norton, Alpha of New York pack." He said, not in a pretentious or proud way, just that it is true and nothing more. "I have spent my whole life fighting the fae in order to protect my family, though why we fight I don't believe any wolf knows anymore. And I am the man who must apologize for everything that has happened to you since we met." He bowed his head on the last part, the pain in his voice made me want to wrap my arms around him.
"When did we meet? Why can I hear your voice, feel you, in my head?"
"We met after you killed some witches working on a protection spell for my pack in the centre of New York. You were brought here until I arrived, during which time I believe you were raped by two men who are now dead, and then I asked the blonde twins to torture you to get the information I wanted." He said it all in a big rush, like he wanted to just get it all out at once. Somehow, I had expected all that he had said and yet felt totally surprised by it all at the same time. "You can hear me in your head because my wolf and your humanity have a special connection. You ran away because your fae disliked the connection." I felt that there was something missing form his explanation.
"If we have a special connection, why did you have me tortured?"
"I didn't know we had the connection when I ordered you to be tortured."
"Then how did you know?"
"I smelt you after your barrier dropped."
"Smelt me?" I asked, perplexed. The only thing a wolf identifies by sent in another being is the potential to b- "MATES?! YOU THINK I'M YOUR MATE?!"
He winced, either at the volume or my question I don't know. "Yes, Tia, we are mates. Your humanity recognised me and my wol-"
"You're kidding me right? If this is some sort of joke it isn't funny" I was furious, not only was it impossible it was a complete insult to my mother, my mother who died at the hands of someone in this pack.
"No Tia, it's not a joke. Do you not feel safe with me; is there not something in you that wishes to touch me?"
I froze mid mental rant. I did feel safe with him, ridiculously so. Then earlier when I had wanted to embrace him, and then when I had touched his face because I didn't want him to blame himself. There was a desire, even now to lean into his side and forget all that my mind could not.
"What did you do to me?" I asked, my voice dead pan, controlled, calm. "What do you want with me?" He gasped.
"Nothing, I did nothing." He insisted, eyes wide with shock. "I didn't believe this could happen either, particularly not with one who has killed thousands of my kind for the fae." Though it was said as mere defence, my hackles immediately rose at the mention of my career.
"Ha ha, they all deserved it. Every wolf deserves to pay for what was taken from me." I cackled, my fae delusional with rage and morphine. Interesting... my humanity seemed repressed when it usually blazed along with my outrage. "In fact, why on Earth you think it was safe to let me free in this compound is a mystery to me. I have no attachment to you, that's clear, so the only reason I must have stuck around was to plot the demise of this whole God forsaken pack." My lips had pulled into a snide grin, my silent humanity forgotten for now, my whole body poised to launch at the wolf before me. Had those been the last eyes my mother had seen?
"Tia, calm down, please. I don't know what they did but the fae repressed your memory and our bond somehow: you were here willingly." He begged, reminding me of the Blonde claiming a similar scenario yesterday. "I don't know what was taken from you or who was responsible but killing innocents isn't the way to hel-"
"INNOCENTS!" I screeched, furious that he thought my mother deserved to die any more than a weak puppy. "My mother was innocent and that didn't stop your pack from ripping her to pieces! I found her body after what you did, me! A young girl, with no idea as to the war between the fae and wolves brought into that reality by the mutilated corpse of her mother!" I fumed, chest heaving with the exertion of my rant. My anger stilled my tongue, words not strong enough to convey my emotions fully.
"Your mother? You mean the fae who had a child with a human, Mercillia? She was your mother?" The Alpha had frozen as he had begun to stood, every part of his wolfy attention fixed on my murderous form. "We didn't kill Mercillia. Why would we, she was my mother's best friend and her husband, your Dad, he was a teacher for the pack. We didn't know what had happened to her, she just disappeared, as did your father." The Alpha rambled, his words tangling around themselves, a jumble of verbal emotion and shock. "Oh Tia, I didn't know."
Those sad eyes, part of me wanted to embrace him but my fury pushed such thoughts away. Did he really think I was going to believe that? My mother was true to the fae cause, my father was an experimental breeding partner to test potential offspring. She would never have befriended a wolf.
