CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE - ADRIEL

CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE - ADRIEL
She’s screaming at me. Hurling things.

But it doesn’t matter. I’m not backing down. Not from this. 

“I can’t believe you were with her. I can’t believe…”

“Enough.” I growl.

“I’m your mate.” She shouts.

I take a step back. Yeah, a part of me believes that, but a part of me is not so sure right now. I was so certain this morning though, when I left my office, when I went to find her and then I saw Maricela and everything now feels the complete opposite, like the world has shifted on its axis and it’s spinning in a way that’s making everything so unstable I can’t think logically.

“You fucked her? You fucked that whore…”

I snarl as my anger takes me. She steps back, visibly flinching as if she didn’t expect me to react like that, as if she believed she could control this situation.

“Do not call her that.” I reply.

“That’s what she is.” She states. “She’s nothing but a conniving little whore.”

I grab her, slamming her into the wall before I can register I’ve even felt the surge of aggression. 

“I’m your mate.” She says. “I’m your mate and yet you slept with her.”

I shake my head as that hollowness begins to engulf me, as it once more holds me captive. 

“Adriel please…” She whispers.

I let her go, drop my hold, step back as my head goes so fuzzy.

She steps up to me, soothing me. “It’s the curse. All of this. It’s the curse making you feel like this, making you want her.”

I blink, looking at her, trying to focus on her face but even that feels near impossible. 

“Mark me, Adriel. Mark me and all this pain, all this confusion will go.” She says so calmly, so rationally.

“What would happen to Maricela?” I gasp as it feels like my head almost splits in two. “If I mark you, then what would happen to her?”

She pulls a face. “What does it matter? I’m your mate. If you mark me then you’ll know it’s true.”

I let out a groan. Something wracks through me, like razors blades slicing up all my insides. She wraps herself around me, holding me and suddenly I feel like I’m trapped, like I’m in the coils of snake, that I’m being suffocated only I can’t escape. I can’t get out.

I let out a growl. My Lycan tries to fight but whatever this is, it’s too strong, too overwhelming this time.

“You tried to rape me…” I murmur as that memory suddenly hits me. How am I only now recalling that? How could I possibly have forgotten that?

She shakes her head. “No,” She replies. “You love me, you wanted it, you want to fuck me, only this curse is stopping your body from doing it. I was helping you, Adriel. I was giving you what you want.”

I shake my head. The memory of how my body was, how she was ramming me into her as I tried to fight surfaces. “I don’t want you.” I manage to say.

She tuts, putting her hands either side of my face. “Yes, you do, Adriel. You’ve always wanted me. I’m your mate.”

My knees go weak. I can’t stand. I can barely breathe. I stumble onto what feels like all fours as she stands there, looking down at me.

And then she’s pulling her top off, easing out of her skirt. I stare, already knowing where this is going but I’m helpless now to stop it. My body can’t do anything. I’m frozen in place, like some great force has taken control of me and I can’t break free. 

She lifts my head, smiles and pushes me so that I fall onto my back on the rug.

All I can do is shake my head, as she’s climbing on me, as she’s overpowering me in a way I can’t even fathom.

She undoes my belt, frees my cock, and to my horror I am hard, though I don’t understand how it’s possible. 

She grins, lowering her mouth, sucking me, and I don’t want to feel it, I don’t want to enjoy it but it’s like she’s forcing those emotions into me. Forcing that pleasure into me.

I snarl, and that’s the only thing I can do. The only way I can fight.

She sits up, planting her thighs either side of my waist and then she lowers herself down, forcing my cock inside her. 

I shut my eyes, feeling her body welcoming me, feeling that wave of arousal within myself but I know it’s not real. I know it’s not me. 

I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this. 

She moans, arching her back, raising her hips, gyrating against me.

“Yes,” She screams, “This is what we need, you fucking me, you taking me the way you want.”

“I don’t want you.” I growl.

“Yes, you do,” She replies, staring me down. “You want this, Adriel. You’ve just got yourself confused. You want me. I’m your mate. I’m the one you love.”

I clench my fists, wishing those claws would come out. But nothing happens. Nothing stops this. It’s like my Lycan has vanished. 

“Come in me,” She cries, picking up her pace. “Come in your mate. Fill me up and breed me.”

I shake my head but that haze, that hollowness, it’s taking over, it’s overwhelming what little fight I have left.

“Breed me.” She screams again. “Fill me with your pups.”

I can’t think. I can’t even breathe. I’m moving now, acting like I want this, like I want her. But this isn’t my body, this isn’t me. I slam into her harder, I grab at her throat and I fuck her as madly as she’s fucking me.

But it’s not me.

I know it isn’t.

None of this is me.

I can feel myself getting closer and I don’t want to do it, I don’t want to finish this. But I am. I’m pouring myself into her, just as she commanded. 

And then she’s lying down beside me, tracing her hands over my flesh like she hasn’t just assaulted me, and she’s whispering once more that I have to Mark her. That I need to Mark her. That it’s the only way for us both to find peace. 

Peace. Safety. Security.

That’s what I wanted, what I was thinking about this morning. 

Lia can give me that. Lia can guarantee our Pack has that. She snuggles in, like she knows my thoughts and then she’s kissing me, practically purring, as she starts making me hard once more.