Heated Argument & Revelation

Heated Argument & Revelation
Adolphus stormed back into the room, the door slamming shut behind him.
Seraphina flinched at the sound but quickly steeled herself, glaring at him as he loomed over her.
“What do you want now?” she spat, her voice sharp despite the pain in her leg.
Adolphus didn’t answer right away. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his hands clenched at his sides.
He looked at her like he was waging a war within himself, like he was barely holding something back.
“You were going to leave,” he finally said, his voice low but filled with something dangerous.
She scoffed. “Of course I was! You kidnapped me, Adolphus! You ripped me away from my home, my life—everything! And now you expect me to just sit here and accept it?” Her golden eyes blazed with fury. “I will never accept this. Never.”
His jaw tightened, and he took a slow, deliberate step forward. “You don’t understand, Seraphina. I had no choice.”
“No choice?” she laughed bitterly, though it came out shaky. “You always have a choice. But you—you chose this. You took everything from me, and for what? Because you decided I belong to you?”
His eyes darkened, his entire body tensing at her words. “Because I want you.”
Her breath hitched, but she quickly masked it with more anger. “Well, I don’t want you!” she shouted, fists clenching the sheets beneath her. “I don’t want to be here, I don’t want you touching me, I don’t want to feel like a prisoner in some twisted fairytale where I’m supposed to fall for my captor—”
“You’re not a prisoner,” he growled, his voice raw, as if the very idea hurt him.
She let out a dry laugh. “Then what am I, Adolphus? Because I sure as hell don’t feel free.”
He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “You can’t go back there,” he said, his tone harsher than before. “That city—your people—they were hunting us and still trying to create a species of werewolves that’d be under them.”
Seraphina froze, her nails digging into the sheets. “That’s not true.”
Adolphus’s expression hardened. “It is. You just didn’t see it. The werewolves that created havoc were created by the Hunters family themselves!”
She shook her head furiously. “No. No, my people wouldn’t—”
“They would.” He stepped closer, his voice quieter now, but somehow heavier. “They did. And I had to stop them.”
Realization dawned on her, and her stomach churned. She swallowed, her throat tight. “What do you mean, ‘stop them’?”
His silence was answer enough.
Her breath turned shallow. “You killed them.”
Adolphus’s gaze didn’t waver. “They left me no choice.”
A shudder passed through her. “You’re a monster,” she whispered, and for the first time, she truly meant it.
Something in his face cracked, but it was gone in an instant. “Maybe I am,” he admitted, stepping even closer, “but so were they.”
Tears burned at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “You don’t get to decide who lives and who dies, Adolphus.”
His eyes softened just slightly. “Neither did they.”
She turned her face away, her body trembling. “I hate it here,” she whispered. “I hate you.”
A sharp pain twisted in his chest, but he ignored it. He knelt beside the bed, reaching for her, but she jerked away.
“Don’t touch me,” she snapped.
“You’re still wounded,” he said, his voice quieter now, filled with concern.
“I don’t care.”
“Well, I do,” he shot back, grabbing her arm before she could push him away. “You’re hurt because you ran. You ran because of me. So I’m fixing it.”
She fought against his grip, but she was weak. He was stronger.
“Let me go,” she whispered, but this time, there was something broken in her voice.
Adolphus exhaled, his grip loosening just enough to not hurt her, but he didn’t let go. His blue eyes searched hers, filled with something raw, something painful.
“I can’t,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Her breath caught.
“I’m sorry,” he said, and for the first time, she thought he might actually mean it. “I can’t let you go.”
Silence stretched between them, thick with everything unspoken.
Seraphina’s lip trembled, but she bit down on it, refusing to break in front of him.
She wanted to hate him.
She needed to hate him.
But the way he was looking at her now, like letting her go would destroy him—it scared her.
Because for one fleeting moment…
She thought it might destroy her, too.

“Please Leave”