"You despise because I allowed Moira to seek comfort from ? Because I let her kiss ? It ans nothing and you know this. The reason I stand before you now is because of that broken female out there because she saved my life after my parents died. I am indebted to her and Ondra. That male died in war protecting . It is the least I can offer both of them as their Alpha. Moira does this only when she is tipsy she barely rembers after and this has happened only a few tis. I am not claiming that I bear no sin but she is under my care and I owe her that much as all she longs for is her mate and I at certain tis look like him to her when she is drunk. I offer her solace in her ti of need just like she was once there for and otherwise maintain a strict friendship with her. But you, you kissed another male to enrage filled with ill intentions not as good as mine. I have never let her kiss the way you let that male ram his tongue into your mouth. I have never let her touch the way you let Karel grope you with his foul hands and grind his revolting cock against you. So do not play the victim here, Theia. If there must be hate between us then it must be who must despise you. Do not dare to leave this tent, I am not done with you yet. And after I return we will go pay a small visit to your beloved darling Karel, he will be delighted to see you."
When he finally leaves the tent I let out a loud gut-wrenching sob. He is unsympathetic too cruel for to bear and I have made up my mind. You can despise Phobos but I will make it easier for you, I will leave. I will sever whatever remains is left of us.
Slowly getting up wincing at the soreness of my cunt I watch as his sen leaks down my inner thighs whilst I wrap the duvet around my bruised flesh that is littered with red bleeding bites. He did not go gentle this ti I had started a fire that I could not appease within him.
With sluggish steps holding onto the tree barks along the way I walk within the shadows of the trees towards the ho I share with Phobos. Once I reach inside I pick up the phone and contact Cronus whose rich voice travels through in a matter of seconds. "I am here at your gates, little wolf. I apologize for the delay there was a small problem with Deimos's jet." He laughs.
I close my eyes enjoying the softness of his voice that consoles , I let out another cry unable to hold it in anymore. Silence follows my sounds of weeping my brother hearing my agony. "Tell what you want and I will do as you say."
"I-I want to go ho, take away from here Cronus." I weep and there is a sharp intake of his breath that strikes through the stillness.
"Pack your things. Take only what you need leave the rest. I will be waiting for you outside the open gates no warriors are guarding them at this mont which is good. I need you to hurry do you understand?" This is Cronus, no questions asked only solutions given.
"Yes," I whisper wiping away my tears.
I imdiately rush into our bedroom and grab an empty cardboard box thrusting in whatever holds mories of this place for . I do not know if I might return later on but as of now, I do not want to see or be near Phobos. Opening my wardrobe I put on a loose sleeveless nightgown and tie my hair in a bun. I do not have much ti if I linger around here longer than needed Phobos will co for and I will not be able to escape him. I am thankful my brother is here, right when I need him.
Before I could take a step outside the cabin into the cold breeze sothing within draws back begging not to leave. Each corner of this room holds beautiful mories that I cannot forget, I hear our mingled laughter as we sat huddled together beneath a quilt upon the couch and I hear his reassuring words and comforting arms when I grew upset with my barrenness. It almost makes want to stay and work this out between us. But right now I wish to leave more I need space from him.
Without turning back I shut the door behind and run as fast as my feet take towards the gates. The beats of my heart scurry into a frantic pace and only calm when I see the familiar stature of my brother in the shadows. "Theia!" He calls out as I rush into his arms dropping the box onto the soil sobbing shrilly clutching onto his chest for dear life. "I have got you, I am here little wolf. Let take a look at you."
When his eyes scan down my body and they linger on my throat my shoulders and my arms, his eyes enlarge and they fill with an undefinable rage. "What the fuck is this? What the fuck did he do to you?"
Before I could answer him blaring sounds made from blowing into conch shells are released for all to detect and from then utter chaos is released to devour the night making the both of us stiffen. "Shit! We have to go now, get in the truck. I am sure that was ant for you. Your male is fucking fast I must admit."
When I get into the passenger seat and Cronus starts the engine Phobos's warriors sprint forward towards the gates roaring with aggression their teeth are on display but my brother handles the wheel well and backs out the entrance until we are on the unsteady road. Pushing his foot on the accelerator he drives forward at full speed taking us to where Deimos's jet has been parked.
The phone in my hand rings and I startle staring at the screen. "You brought that with you? Theia for goodness sake give that." He snatches the phone from and tosses it out the open window.
"No!" I scream my body lurching forward in an effort to capture it tears brimming in my eyes. "H-He gave that." I set my shaky palms over my eyes as I rember the very first ti he had given that phone and told to keep it a secret. I had treasured it for so long it was his first gift to .
"I am pretty sure that it was the bastard calling. He could track you with that you know how he is, he has good connections. Theia." He sighs setting his palm over my quaking shoulder unable to handle my crying.
"My heart...it aches, Cronus."
"I know, little wolf. But I also want you to know that this ans war."
"What?" I ask him with bleary eyes.
"He is going to hunt down and set fire to every pack until he finds you. He will bring hell to earth."
Right after he said those very words with an ominous look in his eyes that even frightened , a vociferous ear-splitting howl resonated all around us in waves that sent a flash of lightning in the sky followed by the rumble of thunder that birthed a fierce storm.. It was Phobos's wail of misery, a howl of loss.
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