TRIGGER WARNING- this chapter may be disturbing for some people, so please read with caution!

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I've been pacing the room for the past half an hour. My wolf grows restless. It's almost unbearable for her that he yanked me off her. She sees it as his protection of her.

I, on the other hand, try not to let it affect me. I keep telling myself I don't care, but even though I try to lie to myself, my heart drowns in jealousy.

I know he has something to do with Daniel's disappearance. So he can make my ex disappear but protect his own? Bloody double standards.

Deep down, I know maybe I'm being a little unreasonable, but at this point, I don't really care. I know my wolf wouldn't calm down until he returned to the room.

I hear his footsteps outside the door, then the sound of the key turning in the lock. He enters the room and my wolf instantly calms, but her sense of betrayal is still strong. So strong, that she overpowers my being.

I know that it will take me time to regain control of my wolf, but it is sort of annoying how she manages to take over so easily. She comes to the forefront, and my eyes transition to silver.

A smirk grows onto Zyon's face.

My wolf says nothing. From the way her voice sounded before, I can tell that she's not fully functioning. Little things drain her. She's weak, so rather than replying, she picks up the glass vase on the bedside and throws it at him.

He moves out of the way in time, but the glass shatters into a million pieces on the floor behind him.

I'm actually a little taken aback by how my wolf chooses to react. So I force her to slink back, taking control once more.

My eyes, back to normal color, make contact with Zyon's. He says nothing, if anything his smirk grows wider.

He says.

I raise an eyebrow.

He moves towards me, throwing his jacket down onto the chair, near him. Placing his hands on my upper arms, he says,

I shove his hands off. My wolf is angry and I feel how she feels in magnitude. So I speak for her.

He smiles.

He's clearly enjoying my reaction. Maybe it reassures him that no matter how much I say I don't want him. I can't deny the mate bond.

I question, my heart sinking.

He says.

I spit out. I blurt out.

He looks at me questioningly.

My heart skips a beat. I shut my mouth. I've said too much. I just look at him, trying to scramble up a lie, anything to draw his attention away from this.

I say, freaking out internally.

He walks towards me,

He makes complete sense. I know I'm being unreasonable. But years of jealousy and watching him being with her overpower my sense to be rational. My wolf still plants murderous thoughts in my mind. I want to rip out her throat and watch her bleed out in front of me in complete and utter agony. And I want to hurt Zyon for protecting her.

I shove him away. I take my heels off, throwing both at his head, which he effectively blocks with his forearms.

With a slight tilt of his head, he looks at me curiously.

I know he's right.

I want to take back my words. I've never been more jealous in my life than I am right now.

Zyon walks towards the bed and sits down on the edge.

A piercing pain runs through my chest. My wolf grows agitated. Her anger begins to transition to irritation towards me. I feel my wolf's need to wipe Aly out of his head grow. She wants to change his opinion.

I realize what he's doing. Playing my wolf against me to get what he wants. He sits on the edge of the bed, watching my movements closely.

An internal struggle between my wolf and I begins. She refuses to see what he's doing. All she's focused on is changing his mind. My eyes flicker from silver to brown, as I fight my wolf, trying to knock some sense into her. I take two steps back, but my wolf forces me forward to where he is.

I croak out, my feet taking involuntary steps towards him before my wolf completely takes over.

Taking control of my limbs, my eyes bright silver, she places her knees on the side of his legs, and plants herself on his lap. His arms come to wrap around my waist, holding me in place.

No one is more overjoyed than Zyon that I have my wolf back, especially now that he knows he can play my wolf against me and get what he wants out of me in the process.

My fingers trace the edges on Zyon's face, of his lips, his jaw, his sharp nose. My wolf makes direct eye contact with him, and then slowly lowers my mouth onto his. He lets her take control as she moves my mouth against his.

She grasps his jaw roughly to gain access to his mouth. My fingers trail down his face, his neck down to his chest, as I slowly begin to undo the buttons on his shirt. Zyon's fingers trace circles on my waist.

As I pop open the last button on his shirt, and plant my hands on his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin against mine, I can't help but think that I'm enjoying this as much as my wolf. I can pretend that it's her making me do this, but I know that I craved this as much as her.

I break our kiss to regain my breath, panting softly against him. I still don't have as much stamina as him. I think he misinterprets this as my stopping, because he decides to take control.

Grasping me by my waist, he flips us over, placing me upwards on the bed, as he clambers on top of me after disposing of his shirt completely.

For once, Zyon is completely gentle with me. He interlaces our fingers, kissing me slowly and softly. This is how I always imagined him when I was younger.

After a while, my wolf's energy begins to drain, and I break our kiss as my eyes flicker from silver to brown. Zyon watches my eyes rapidly change color.

My wolf doesn't want to give up control. She's afraid I'd rebel against Zyon again.

Zyon speaks to my wolf,

This is when I truly fight to take control. I don't want Zyon to know everything. I'm not ready for him to know every thing.

My eyes rapidly flicker back and forth as I fight internally with my wolf begging her to give me control and trying to take that control back myself. She fights back, even with draining energy. Zyon's grip on my hand tightens as he lowers his body onto mine to keep me in place because I begin to kick about to try and get control.

My wolf croaks out, She's about to continue but I gain control for a minute and let out a scream of frustration. I shove at Zyon's chest, but he grabs my jaw in a bruising fashion. He's anxious to know- he knows I've been hiding something from the minute he realized I was his mate.

My wolf regains control, using the last bits of energy she has left, she whispers out,

With that, she disappears, giving me control again. Leaving me to deal with the consequences. Leaving me to deal with Zyon and my fear of him finding out.

I see the confusion and realization that takes over Zyon's face, as strongly I feel his emotions hit me. Then I feel bits of his anger seeping into his emotions.

I shove at his chest, angry at him for manipulating the truth out of my wolf. Angry that he knows what I vowed to never tell him.

He lifts his body weight, just a bit for allow me to pull myself up further onto the bed, my back against the headboard. He sits near my feet processing what he's just heard, his eyes never leaving mine.

He finally speaks.

I don't respond, my mind racing with possibilities. Should I say my wolf lied? But what if she took control and told him the whole truth this time. I had to tell him something that would satisfy my wolf.

My breath quickens, as I struggle to come up with a lie. I barely realize but a period of two to three minutes passes with neither of us saying anything – mostly because he's waiting for a response from me.

When I fail to come up with a lie and don't say anything, I see his eyes begin to flicker. His anticipation and anger building up- anger that I didn't just hide from him for a few years, rather I hid from him for over a decade, that I chose to be with someone else despite knowing about him, that I had consistently lied to him since he found out.

He says.

My feet are beginning to develop a mind of their own. I subtly glace towards the doors as I feel an anxiety attack building up. My hands supporting my weight, I slightly push myself towards the edge of the bed.

Even though, I was being subtle, Zyon's eyes watch me like a hawk, because he says, "

My mind goes into overdrive, as I scoot towards the end of the bed, and stand up, ready to make a run for the door. Just as I take the first step to escape this conversation, Zyon reaches over the side of the bed and grabs my ankle. I tumble forwards onto the floor, landing painfully on my arms as support.

Zyon, without an inch of gentleness that he displayed before, begins to pull me back up onto the bed using my ankles. He slides me back onto the bed, while I grab the bed sheets in my attempt to get away from him.

When I'm fully back onto the bed, he flips me over. Grabbing my hair, tilting my head back to look at him, his golden eyes look at me.

He says.

My mind instantly flashes to Daniel. I know with no doubt now, that Zyon has him. He's either killed him or imprisoned him so that he can use Daniel against me, to get something out of me. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that Zyon's patience had reached it's end. He truly would hurt someone if I didn't tell him the truth tonight.

I stutter out, the words feeling like bricks caging me in. Zyon would know how much my entire life had been focused on him and the idea was entirely humiliating to me.

With his hand gripping my hair and pulling harder, he yells into my face,

I yell out, each sentence feeling like a blow to my heart. For some odd reason, I felt my respect for myself decrease with each sentence.

He loosens his grip on my hair, to bring his hand to wrap around my throat as he pushes me down further into the bed. His grip isn't vice like but strong enough to keep me positioned in place.

He spits out.

I say, my frustration building up against him.

He says, furiously.

I say defiantly.

His hand around my throat trembles, as if he's attempting to stop himself from strangling me right there.

I say.

The grip around my throat suddenly tightens again,

My mind once again goes into overdrive. He knew how long I had known, but he still didn't know the extent to which my life had been about him. I didn't want him to know that. The only thing that would do is tarnish my self-respect more than it already had.

I trail off, unable to come up with an adequate lie.

He growls out.

I take a deep breath from under him, unable to say anything. Daniel wasn't why I hid from him, I hid from him for my own reasons. Daniel just happened to come my way. But I don't say anything, just take a few deep breaths. With every breath I take and don't respond, Zyon's grip around my throat increases to the point that he is basically strangling me.

I claw at his throat, shove at his chest, and just as I feel I'm going to pass out, he loosens his grip, as I cough violently, inhaling deeply.

I croak out. He's still on top of me, watching me breath, trying to calm himself and stop himself from murdering me in his bed.

I shove at his chest and he finally moves from ontop of me, running his hands violently through his hair.

For a minute, I think he's calmed, but then he looks at me again. His eyes flash bright gold, as he picks up our bedside table and throws it into the wall at the other end. The beautiful piece of furniture, cracks, leaving behind an ugly mark on the wall.

I look at him, panicking, unsure of what I can do to calm him, as he picks up decoration pieces from the room and throws them against the wall. He continues to destroy the room and I can do nothing but watch from the bed.

All at once, just as I think he has destroyed everything, he possibly could, he turns to me and I realise that there's one thing, that he hasn't destroyed as yet.

ME.

He hasn't destroyed me yet, and from the way his eyes narrow, I know he has every intention to wreck me.

He takes a step forward, but I scramble off the bed onto the other end, placing myself against the wall. The entrance to the room has been completely blocked by the things Zyon has destroyed and I have no where to escape to, no where to run.

Zyon looks at me from across the bed, and with inhuman speed launches himself at me. He places both his hands on the sides of my head as he cages my body with his.

He says,

I say, my anger increasing.

He roars, slamming his hand back onto the wall.

I flinch with the force with which he slams his hand down near my head. He then grabs onto my face, squeezing my cheeks hard.

Then he repeats quietly, He places his hands down to my waist. He questions.

I don't say anything. I just look at him.

He spits out. His words feel like a blow to my heart, as he grabs my waist, picks me up and throws me onto the bed.

I land on my stomach, but I'm fast to turn around. I'm hurt by his words, but I always knew he would be angry when he found out. It's not his words I'm afraid off, it's his actions. So although I'm scared, the hurt of his words eats at me, transitioning to anger as I spit out at him,

That's all it takes, and I instantly regret my words. I want to slap myself. Why can I not keep a control on my mouth? I knew he would be angry and to a certain degree he has a right to be angry? Why didn't I just let him process this?

He lets out an ear shattering growl. He pounces on top of me.

I slap at his chest, and try to stop the hands that travel all over my body. He's not gentle at all like before. His hands travel up my dress to my underwear and pull them off.

I beg, plead and scream, underneath him,

He pays no attention, gathering the ends of my dress and pulling it up. When he's pulled it up enough, the bottom half of my body bare and accessible to him, he grabs both my hands with one of his, placing them above my head as he uses his other to undo his belt.

Pulling his belt off, he uses his belt to chain my hands to the headboard.

I plead.

Nothing goes through to him. Nothing will deter him from his attempt to claim me, to show me who I belong to.

Just as he's about to undo his jeans, I hear the door to the Alpha's wing being thrown open. Zyon hears it too, from the slight tilt of his head, but his eyes remained focused on my writhing, struggling body.

It's only when someone pounds on the door, that he looks away from me.