With his canines still positioned against my neck, he whispers,

I lift my arm up slowly. He motions to Doctor Ramsey to move closer and draw blood. I see them cautiously move towards me. Another doctor grabs a fresh syringe from the draw.

I feel tears begin to pool in my eyes. I don't want him to see me cry. I whisper.

He doesn't say anything, his grip around my waist just tightens and he drags a canine down the length of my neck in warning. Before I know it, the doctors have taken a few samples of my blood and are bandaging up my arms where I have cuts. I wonder if they're going to bandage up his head, until I realize that he has Alpha healing and would be healed by now.

I feel his canines retract as he straightens himself up and removes his arms from around my waist.

I hear him address the room.

Disrespect? He has the audacity to talk about disrespect when he literally forced me to give up blood samples. If anything, he disrespected me, I was just acting in self-defense. He walks out of the room, and I just follow. There's nothing more I can do other than follow. It's not like I have anywhere else to go.

As the elevator doors close, leaving us alone, he turns to me. I'm thrown against an elevator wall as he growls out

I just scoff and roll my eyes as he drags me out of the elevator, into the car and speeds the whole way home. If I thought his speeding the first time was bad, this was a hundred times worse. It was like he was trying to kill us.

As he drives back into the basement, he turns to me and says,

I question.

But he doesn't respond. He gets out of the car and walks towards the pack-house.

I find my way back to Zyon's room. As always Lita and Rita are waiting to assist me. They have an outfit ready for me and before I know it, im dressed in a high rise baby-pink mini skirt, paired with a white full sleeve blouse. They put my hair up into a tight high pony-tail and add a bit of colour to my cheeks and lips.

While they dress me, I find myself just staring at myself in my mirror. Was this what the rest of my life was going to be like? Zyon controlling my every move? The mate bond forcing feelings of attraction and love for him? Me wondering whether I enjoy my time with him or if I hate him?

I just feel entirely conflicted. I'm unaware of what to do with myself. I feel at a loss after years. Would I get my wolf back? I needed to sit down and talk to Zyon tomorrow, about how this was going to work. That he should take another. It just made sense. I'm sure he didn't want the rest of his life to be like this either.

But the thought of him taking another? Did I really want him to take another? Why wasn't I willing to give him a chance at all? Maybe I could be happy with him? What about Daniel? I had wanted Zyon for years and yes, he had considered taking another, but he didn't know about me. I couldn't entirely blame him for the Moon Goddesses curse either. Perhaps my life would never have spiraled so out of control if I had known Zyon was my mate at a normal age. It would have been different if I found out when I was eighteen like everyone else. Maybe I should consider giving this a shot? Goddess knows, a part of me, though I didn't want to admit, so wanted this. A part of me wanted this life with Zyon.

With these thoughts in mind, I make my way downstairs to the dining area. I take a seat next to Zyon right after the room acknowledges my presence. Zyon's hand, like yesterday is placed on my thigh, but this time I don't push it off. I let myself enjoy the feeling of his hand on my leg.

Whilst everyone eats, the beta and gamma discuss training strategies with Zyon. I find myself zoning out of that conversation and just focus on my food. Zyon made sure to seat Zarah at the other end of the table, so I'm stuck having to make small talk with one of the warrior's mates.

I'm not exactly anti-social and in another situation, I wouldn't mind getting to know someone else, but right now I'm unable to think about anything other than how conflicted I feel. I feel Zarah's eyes focused on me across the table, as she mouths, "You okay?"

I nod back in response. "I need to talk to you."

"I know."

I make a small, subtle notion with my hand to imply that I would find a way to speak to her later. I needed a therapy session with her. My mind was going haywire, and she was the only person who could set it straight.

I feel the Gamma's eyes boring into me, as I look away from Zarah and at him. I think he noticed our attempt to communicate with each other. For some reason, that makes me uncomfortable and I look away.

I look towards the beta instead and notice that the seat next to him is empty. All at once, Violet flies into my mind and I remember that I wanted to apologize to her and attempt to make amends. It's weird that she isn't here today either. Maybe she just doesn't want to come face to face with me, not that I blame her for that.

I clear my throat nonetheless,

The table at once goes silent. All I can hear is the sound of people placing their cutlery down. An uneasy feeling of tension fills the air.

The beta instantly looks uncomfortable.

He looks away from me and at Zyon, and then back at me.

My eyes narrow. I look at Zyon.

Zyon looks up at me, with a blank expression.

I hear Zyon release a growl. The room is even quieter than before. I can barely even hear anyone breathe and the atmosphere in the room is tense and suffocating.

He slams his hand on the table and the plates jump up from impact.

I look at the beta.

He looks ashamed as he says, "

I let out a laugh in exasperation and run my hands through my pony-tail. I yank myself out of Zyon's grip of my leg and stand up.

Zyon lets out a snarl. He bangs his hand down onto the table and pushes himself up. He uses his Alpha command, the authority is so strong that I find my feet moving towards him. A couple of seconds later, I find myself sitting back down in my seat, but my resolve is relentless.

His hand flies towards my thigh and holds me down in a bruising fashion. I hear the beta take a shaky breath.

Before I realize what I'm doing, my hand flies towards his face. It takes him completely by surprise. His head flies towards the side as my palm connects with his face.

I hear a collective gasp from the room. That's when I finally remember the people seated around the table are watching this entire conversation go down. My head turns to look at them. They all look shocked. Other than that, there is no other emotion over their faces. Zarah's eyes connect with mine as she shakes her head. She knows this isn't going to go down well.

As I turn my face back to Zyon, the first thing that I notice is that his angry eyes are bright golden.

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