Scarlett
What’s torture?
Loving someone more than your soul and body could afford, with whom you can’t be.
When I heard Amber calling my mate her husband, my blood boiled and the veins in my body twisted in discomfort. Something in me wanted to grab her throat and shred that pretty face of hers till she wouldn’t be able to open that vulgar mouth of hers ever.
She wasn’t wrong either, I knew it. I didn’t need to know it from someone else but I couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy and hating her though it wasn’t her mistake. It was a forced marriage for both of them but my mate wasn’t roaming around calling her his wife and being possessive about her.
I might not be a princess or a queen but I wasn’t used to sharing my things with the others, then, it was my mate. How could they even expect me to share my mate with someone else?
“Fucking mine,” I whispered before gnawing my mark on his neck harshly, dodging all my anger on him. I could hear some shattered voices from the outside but I couldn’t care less about anyone or anything else.
“There must be a difference between a Gamma and an Alpha princess because I could never snatch someone’s husband even if he would have been my mate or fucking whatever,” Amber snarled through the outside.
Her words made me so fierce that I sharpened my teeth on his skin whilst Klaus tried to stop me and groaned.
“I'm all yours, my mate. Let me fit this in her thick skull,” he whispered and cupped my cheeks, pecking a deep kiss on my forehead and grabbing a towel to cover his lower body before walking straight out of the bathroom.
The tears threatened to fall from my eyes but I was fighting against them. I was a Gamma, a born fighter. I couldn’t give up and shed my tears like a coward. I’ll fight.
Washing myself with the cold water, I rose to my feet and pulled out his bathrobe as I didn’t have any clothes. My legs wobbled as I walked due to the heat and I hadn’t eaten anything since last night. I had escaped from the ceremony before enjoying the buffet and since morning, we were busy satisfying my needs.
Some cracked voices from outside drew my attention and I leaned my ear to the door of the bathroom.
“No husband in the world would spend their wedding night in another woman’s bed. Why, Klaus? Why did you do that? The moment I saw you carrying her in your arms last night, I couldn't stop myself from feeling cheated on. I’m your fucking wife,” she screamed out and I felt so humiliated to eavesdropping on their conversation.
Amber made me feel like I was a whore who seduced her husband and he cheated on her because of me. A few vows and rituals could give her the right that the Moon Goddess didn't provide me even after making me his mate, soulmate.
“It’s not your fault. You’re not a whore. Stop calling yourself that,” the voice in my head awakened suddenly and I was astonished but felt good as it consoled me and shared my pain.
“I don’t know why I hurt myself but the people call me that and…” I lost the trail of the words, feeling myself breaking down at any moment.
“By listening to those people and calling yourself a whore, you’re not just hurting yourself but Klaus, too. Why do you think that he was ready to give up on his life and kill himself? It's because of the beautiful mate bond and the love,” The voice retorted and it wonderfully soothed me just like Klaus’s voice.
“I wish I would have been an Alpha so I could fight against those pathetic people who forced my Klaus to marry someone else. I have that pride and attitude of a Queen, I can feel it in me but the powers…” I sighed aloud before adding, “the world operates from power, not from love or kindness. Just because she is the Alpha King's daughter, she has those Alpha genes in her body and nobody will dare to say a word against her.”
My subconscious giggled. “You’ve more power than any Alpha in the world. Just don’t give up on our mate. Klaus belongs to us and we’ll fight to be with him just like before.”
Our mate?
Just like before?
Her words didn’t make any sense to me. Why was it calling Klaus our mate? He was only mine. I needed to solve this puzzle and who this voice was!. Only Layla could help me with this, I had to talk to her.
“No. You promised me that you won’t talk about me with anyone,” the voice seemed nervous as it rang in my mind.
“Then, you should tell me the truth. Who are you? My wolf?” I questioned her and got no response from her. The one thing that I had figured out about her was that this voice wanted to live in my head anonymously and it was perhaps scared of Layla so I used it against her. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll tell Layla everything.”
I held my head in my hands, my head suddenly started pounding and I could feel sharp pain which made me sit on the bathroom floor.
“Don’t threaten me. Go and tell everyone about me. You’ll never be able to listen to me again,” the voice said ferociously.
Somehow I felt connected to this little voice in my head and I didn’t want to lose her as if it was a part of me but the most dangerous one.
The pain vanished soon and I steadied myself to leave the bathroom. The enormous mirror on the side caught my attention as I made a move to step ahead and I noticed his mark on my neck in the mirror which made my lips break into a wide smile.
My fingers skimmed the beautiful mark and I closed my eyes in pleasure. His bathrobe had a faint fragrance of his pine and cinnamon scent which soothed me and made me feel closer to him. A beautiful butterfly with a crown and a moon. Such a beautiful mark! I had never seen a moon and a crown together in a werewolf’s mark.
“Stop, Amber. Fucking leave, right now,” Klaus bellowed loudly enough to make me shiver slightly and a sharp pain stung in my heart that my hands spontaneously placed on my heart.
“Ahh,” I growled out in pain. It felt like someone was crushing my heart with a hammer and the pain was tormenting my whole body but mostly the heart. My marking spot abruptly started burning and I could feel pain in my bones.
Though the immense pain was rising in my chest, my instinct was telling me to leave the bathroom and check on Klaus so I stood up from the floor, my breath slowing down due to the pain. With staggering legs, I stepped out of the room, taking support from the wall as I walked only to find my mate’s fingers buried in his wife’s hair as he kissed her passionately.
My knees collided with the tiles of his room before I lost my consciousness, remembering him kissing her lips deeply.