Chapter 13: Never piss off your Lycan Husband.

Lilac

"You are hurting me, Kael!" I groan, biting my lips as he holds me back against the car, his grip on my hand tightening. I don't think he hears me, because his grip doesn't loosen a bit, and his blue eyes darken the more. Am I imagining the gold rims I see at the base of his pupils? My head starts banging and I groan again. Kael's grip loosens for just long enough for me to throw an arm up and then he slams me down onto the hood of the car again.

"Stop being stubborn," Kael growls, pressing his palm down on my legs this time before I can kick him off again. My wrists feel like they're getting ripped off from all the twisting around I'm doing, but it helps keep myself restrained. Kael pushes himself forward so that our noses are practically touching. I stare into his angry eyes and try not to let my breath catch in my throat.

His face looms over mine, blocking out what little light there is as he stares at me. He licks his lips and I know I've got goosebumps all over because my hands start feeling really cold, then suddenly he steps back, releasing me. I immediately drop my arms, my entire body still trembling. He takes a step towards me and I move backwards as if I can get away, hitting the edge of the car and trying not to fall down.

"Fuck!" He curses, running a hand through his hair. I stare at the ground, trying not to cry and praying that my heart won't pound out of my chest at full force. My knees give out beneath me and I sink to the floor, curling up in a ball.

"Fuck!" He cusses again and then in a swift moment, he is beside me and I sit up in surprise as he crouches in front of me. Kael reaches out and grabs my chin, tilting my head upwards. His eyes search mine. I try to look away from them but the intensity of them keeps me pinned down. They darken almost instantly, but after a few seconds his expression clears.

"I-I didn't mean to scare you," He mumbles, and my heartbeat speeds up at the sound of his voice. It sounds low and hoarse. His free hand moves to cup my cheek, caressing my skin gently as if it would shatter if he pushed too hard.

When he finally let's go, he pulls me up my feet and helps me into the car. He walks around the driver's seat, opening the door and reaching inside. My body is shaking slightly, and every nerve ending feels on alert as he comes back towards me. He revs the engine, taking us off the highway and down into the city proper. As he drives, I lean against the window, watching the houses fly by in a blur.

He is still furious. He is pulsing with rage. His jaw ticks repeatedly and the way his hands are tightened to the wheels, if it were a person, he or she would be drop dead by now. He hurt me. My wrist is still burning from the hard grip of his hands on me, and my legs are still shaking from the murderous look I saw in his eyes.

Few minutes later, we pull up into the house garage and Kael kills the engine. I do not wait for him to come out as I instantly jerk the door open, sprinting down to the doorstep where Sam is waiting. I dash into my room as if I'm being chased, turning the lock in the process. Who am I kidding? As if a locked door will keep him away. My fingers scratch against each other as I bite my lips to stop my consistent shivering. This is what Nina and Milo wanted for me, isn't it?

I take a shaky breath before walking over to my bed, plopping down onto it. A few moments later the lock clicks softly and I jump up, running over to the door and turning it open. Before it closes, I catch a glimpse of Kael standing on the threshold, frown etched deeply into his features. I slam the door shut, locking it securely. Once satisfied that I locked it, I collapse on the ground, my knees shaking and my body racking as tears start to fall again.

I hate this.

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Kael

I wasn't thinking.

My fists hit the dummy with a thud. It rattles. It isn't quite enough. I throw another hit, this time a lot more powerful. It still isn't enough. I do not want to fight with a dummy. I need a real person, too bad, I won't find. I pack another punch, hitting the dummy with every ounce of strength in me. I can't think straight. All my senses go haywire. Rage courses through my veins. Everything is out of control. A howl rises up from within me.

My eyes glow a bright shade of blue as I charge for the dummy. I slam into it, my weight forcing it down. I keep going until it hits the ground with a heavy thump. When I'm done, there's no way that will even be usable.

I can hear my heart pound as I stand over the tattered pieces of the dummy on the ground. I clench my fists, my fingers elongating into claws.

I bite on my lips. Hard. Reining in back my other half. My claws dig into my palms until they bleed, staining them red. I let go. The skin on my hand burns like fire but I am used to that feeling.

I wasn't thinking. I hurt her. I fucking scared her. Now she won't even dare stare at me. It's a good thing right? Instilling the fear in her. She needs it to survive in a world like mine. Still, why does it make me feel stupid? Why do I want to do the exact opposite of what should be done? Why do I want to go into that room and allow her rest in my arms?

\-she will ruin you-, the witch had told me. She didn't know the half of it. I have barely known her for two days now, and she is messing with my brain. I should not loose it.. My control. I should not loose it, but isn't that inevitable? My beast has come into surface more times than I can count since I met her. My so-called control is fast slipping away if you asked me. I need to see Carla again.

"I will ask you why you are here at this time of the day, but given the look on your face, I think I can already guess." Carla's ever present smirk mocks me as I walk into her office. Fucking witch, or rather therapist as she likes to call herself.

"That saves me a lot of talking then, right?" I say, slumping down on the sofa.

"Want a drink? Tea? Coffee? Wine?"

"No thanks."

"Have you seen the video trending on Lyter?" I scoff. Leave it to Carla to keep beating around the bush, like I have time for the stupid Lycan social media.

"That's not why I am here for Carla... If I wanted to know about a fucking trendy video, it wouldn't be from you!"

"Hey, lower your voice Prince Kael, I was only trying to make a conversation." She smiles, throwing a stupid wink.

Carla. Most powerful witch in Lycania, and also the best therapist Lycania would ever have, as the media puts it, not to me though. To me she is just an annoying stupid old lady, privileged to keep her face youthful.

Either ways, I have been her patient since I turned four. Since my mother found out I was different, from every other Lycan that ever lived, or as Carla liked to call it — the only Moon Lykae that ever lived.

No matter what it is called though, it is the worst curse upon a Lycan, and I am a living proof of it.

"You never try to make a conversation, Carla."

"There is always a first time for everything, Your Highness," she retorts, her smirk never leaving her face. How I want to wipe off that stupid torturing smirk.

She is doing it on purpose though, she is baiting me, something I've learned is her own therapeutical way of dealing with me. Total bullshit if you asked me. My opinion does not matter though, because despite her constant hanging on my neck... I respect her a lot, and when Mother died, she was there for me, all through.

"You knew it was her, didn't you?" I finally blurt what has been on my mind. "You knew she was going to be my wife."

"To be honest, I didn't know.. Not until I saw this." She stretches her phone to me and I reach out for it, curiously looking at what it is.

"What the fuck!" It's a video from Skol. Where I had thrown the guy off Lilac and practically dragged her out of the place. "Fucking hell" I stand up and hand Carla back her phone, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "Why is there a fucking video of that?!" I am yelling.

"You should have thought of that before barreling down a commoner, Prince Kael." Her voice is reprimanding. She has switched to the mother version of her. I hate it.

"I wasn't thinking." I tell her truthfully. "He had her hands all over her, what was I to do?"

"What did I tell you about giving in to your rage, Kael?"

"It's not that easy, Carla!"

"It is.. If you allowed yourself a moment of breath.. When you feel it coming, you breathe in and out... Over and over again. How many times do I have to tell you! You are lucky there wasn't a slip-up"

A slip-up meant a lot of things, but for me, it meant me loosing control... Because as a moon Lykae, if I ever lost control... If I ever give in to the beast in me, I will go moon mad. It had happened once and it had been a disaster, it should not happen again.

"Listen to me Kael. Your situation is a blessing and also a curse. If you ever let just a tad bit of control slip away... There is no turning back. But if you can learn to work with your other half, you will be the greatest Lycan history has ever recorded."

"You said she will ruin me, Carla.. What did you mean?"

Carla sighs and then looks out of her window, when she finally speaks, she does so in one of her stupid parables; "There are two parts of you, Kael... What I meant should not be your priority now." She says it with a final note, and I know that's all I'm getting from her today.

"Goodnight, Carla."

"Goodnight, Your Highness." And with that I step out of the building even as confused as I was since the first day I knew what I am.

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