Her Immortal Destiny

Drug

Wyatt POV

**Trigger Warning- Torture

She had the mark, but my mind was filled with countless unanswered questions. Questions that swirled in my thoughts, begging for answers. I wanted to provide Misty with the knowledge she sought, to solve the mysteries that could keep her safe. The mark she bore could signify her as one of the most powerful beings, if not the most powerful. She was special, and it was my utmost intention to protect her and guide her in harnessing the gift she possessed.

I would do everything in my power to help her become the person she was destined to be. Her strength had already proven itself to me the first time I laid eyes on her at the bar, but I knew she had the potential to be so much more. I would support her in standing up against those who had instilled fear in her powers, those who had suppressed and labeled her gift as evil. Fate had brought her to me, and I vowed not to fail her. I would stand by her side.

Misty slept peacefully against my chest, her rhythmic breaths calming my worries. I couldn't help but feel guilty for the trials I had put her through - restraining her initially and resorting to spells that temporarily immobilized her. Though she handled it all remarkably well, I couldn't shake off my discomfort. Sleep evaded me, as it often did when my mind was consumed by a problem to solve.

Tomorrow, I had to go to the werewolf king's estate, I knew he would mention Misty being by my side. It wouldn't surprise me if he had already deduced that she was the one who accompanied me. I understood that I had placed myself in a precarious position, but the risk was worth it. Misty meant more to me than anything else.

For now, I simply observed the cursed child from a distance. There was no need to be in close proximity to her at the moment. Misty was my priority. Closing my eyes, I focused solely on her, and to my surprise, sleep eventually enveloped me.

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As the morning light filtered through the room, I awoke to find Misty still in my embrace. Her gaze met mine as her hand tenderly brushed through my hair. "Sorry," she murmured, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "I enjoy waking up like this," I confessed, pulling her closer and savoring the taste of her perfect lips. Every aspect of this woman drove me to madness, fueling my desire for her.

She was bold this time, her hand sliding down my body, the warmth of her touch felt amazing. It greeted the thin material blocking my arousal from her perfect body, causing a groan to escape from my lips. I wanted her so bad right now, but I needed to get up. I deepened the kiss for a moment before reluctantly pulling away.

"Stay," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "I wish more than anything I could right now. I have to get ready to leave, but I have every intention of picking this back up when I'm back for the day," I said to her, my voice filled with longing.

"Your body clearly disagrees with you," she giggled as I stood, clearly aware of the bulge in my pants. "I blame you," I said to her with a smirk as I walked into my bathroom and clicked on the shower. The hot water cascaded down my body, soothing my senses as I closed my eyes and allowed my body to relax.

But then I heard the shower door opening, and I felt her soft touch against my skin. "Trying to test me," I joked with Misty as she got in with me. "You didn't do a thorough enough job of cleaning me off last night," she said, her voice teasing.

"Oh really, I guess I should make up for that," I said, grabbing the soap. "And here I thought you were shy," I teased, moving my hands against her body, savoring every touch of her absolute perfection. Yet, I still held myself back, knowing that if I went any further right now, we would be trapped in this room all day.

Misty took the soap from my hands, returning the favor, her touch sending waves of pleasure through me. "I can't say I've ever had such a pleasurable shower," I said to her as I finally turned off the flow of water and grabbed her a towel, before grabbing one for myself. "Thank you, that was nice," I said to her, my voice filled with satisfaction.

I quickly dried myself off and dressed. Despite my desire to spend more time with her, the clock reminded me that I was already running late.

"I hate to rush off on you, but I have to get going," I said to her, my voice tinged with regret. "As I've said before, make yourself at home."

"Be safe, Wyatt. I'm worried about you," she admitted, her concern evident in her voice. It was a feeling I wasn't accustomed to, as no one had ever expressed worry for me before.

"I will," I promised, mustering a reassuring smile as I left my house. Hurrying along, I made my way back towards the werewolf king's estate. As I had expected, the security had increased, and one of his guards immediately scrutinized me, his gaze piercing.

"Surprised you would even show your face," he sneered.

"I have a contract. I do not back out on jobs I've accepted," I responded, my voice steady despite the tension in the air. The guard led me into the king's office, where I was greeted by a loud growl.

"Trying to sound scary, huh? You should know, your kind does not scare me in the slightest," I retorted, my voice laced with confidence.

"It would seem you have acquired something that is rightfully mine," the king said, his voice dripping with authority. I took a seat.

"Really?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"I know your tricks, Wyatt. Now tell me, what will it take for you to return her?" he demanded.

"Ah, so you are smart," I remarked, a hint of admiration in my voice. "Knowing you can't simply take her. You see, this witch tried hunting me. Her entire bloodline has been nothing but a nuisance to me. For now, I think I'll be keeping her as my prisoner. I believe she will be of good use to me. I took her off your territory, and no rule has been broken."

The king growled in response, his anger palpable. "Name a price," he said, his voice a low, menacing rumble.

"She seems important. Care to tell me why?" I asked, a sly smile playing on my lips. His laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls.

"I know you have been searching for your mother. I wonder if knowledge of her location will get you to hand the girl over," he spoke, his voice dripping with intrigue. My fists clenched at my sides, the tension building within me.

"I'm not going to budge. So let's get started on what I'm hired for," I said, my voice firm and resolute. The king's eyes scrutinized me, assessing my resolve.

"Interesting," he said, his voice laced with curiosity. "What does this prisoner really mean to you, warlock?" As his words hung in the air, several guards appeared at his door, their presence a silent threat.

"Take him to the dungeon. I'm sure we can convince him to take down that barrier of his, protecting the immortal girl," the king said with a sinister smirk. I knew I was walking into trouble, but I was also not afraid of them.

"I'll take this as a cancellation of the contract," I said boldly. While muttering an incantation under my breath, I stared directly into his gaze. The air crackled with tension as I tried to cast a spell to escape.

Suddenly, the king burst into laughter. "I've employed new witches and erected a powerful barrier that nullifies all magic. Your spells and powers are useless here," he sneered, mocking my abilities.

Doubt crept into my mind, but I refused to believe him. "That would require the work of a whole coven," I retorted skeptically. Before I could finish my sentence, a searing pain shot through my body, rendering me momentarily powerless.

I was prepared for almost every situation, but this caught me off guard. I never anticipated that he would gather an entire coven. I should have known it was Misty's coven; I had been foolish not to consider it.

As I turned, a guard silently moved behind me. "I recommend you don't fight us, warlock, if you know what's best," he said. I cursed under my breath as they restrained my hands, the cold metal digging into my skin, and forcefully pushed me out of the room. Despite the new barrier, I remained confident in my strength as one of the most powerful immortals. I felt the punishment for using my power, a dull ache coursing through my veins. But I knew I could fight through it, even if it took several attempts. However, their close collaboration with him could endanger the cursed child. I needed to find a way to monitor the situation while avoiding the werewolf kingdom.

As they led me to my cell, I caught a glimpse of the king's son through a window, sitting on a bench. A pang of sympathy washed over me. The king desired an heir, yet he kept his son forever young, fearing he would claim the throne. I imagined the wolf inside him, trapped and fully mature, a cruel form of torture. This king needed to be eliminated, but it was not my fate to do so. Finally, I was taken deep underground and forcefully shoved into a cold, damp cell.

"Never thought we would have you here, but it will be fun seeing you finally put in your place," one guard sneered as he pushed me into a chair. They held me down and undid one restraint, only to secure me to the chair once again.

"Comfy," I muttered sarcastically. "Remember, unlike you beasts, I don't heal. So, if you want information, it would be wise to remember that killing me will lead you nowhere. I protect what belongs to me, even in death," I defiantly stated.

I watched as a guard entered the room, his hands gripping searing branding irons.

"Fun," I muttered sarcastically, knowing the pain that awaited me. This wasn't my first encounter with such a brutal situation.

With a swift motion, one of the guards forcefully ripped my shirt off, exposing my vulnerable skin. I couldn't help but comment, "Didn't know you were into this sort of thing," causing the guard to growl in response. Without hesitation, the other guard pressed the scorching hot iron against my flesh, causing an agonizing, searing pain. The smell of burning flesh invaded my nostrils, making bile rise in my throat. I bit down on my lip, determined to remain silent and composed.

"You may act tough now, warlock, but we will break you," one of the guards taunted, as another iron was pressed against my already blistering skin. Through clenched teeth, I managed to retort, "Must like cooked warlock," as the pain intensified. The guard who had spoken then struck me across the face, his blow stinging sharply.

"You really are just all talk," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. Summoning my resolve, I replied, "I was just letting you do your job. If you want to play, I'm game. You'll find that not much hurts me anymore." As I spoke, I silently muttered an incantation, feeling the sharp sting of punishment coursing through me. But I refused to let it deter me. I would continue to mutter the incantation until it worked. As I braced myself, I watched as they approached with yet another hot iron, its pointed tip poised to pierce my already tortured skin.

I endured the searing pain of the barrier, its invisible force pressing against my skin. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I chanted the incantation, feeling the power slowly taking hold. A metallic taste filled my mouth, the taste of blood as the guards thrust a hot poker into my side. It grazed my flesh, causing a sharp but shallow wound. They knew better than to kill me, but the pain was excruciating.

Despite the agony, my spell surged through the poker, a surge of raw power that sent the beastly guard crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. "I warned you," I spat out the blood, only to be met with an irritated growl from the remaining guard.

"It's just you and me now," I addressed him, feigning nonchalance. He left momentarily, giving me a brief respite. I took a deep breath, steeling myself against the intense pain coursing through my body.

"If you're listening, Misty, stay in my home, wait for me. I will escape this, trust me," I whispered under my breath.

The guard returned, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Let's see how tough you are now, warlock," he sneered, swiftly jabbing a needle into my neck. "What the hell?" I muttered, disoriented by the sudden intrusion.

"Something new for you, our test subject. Let's see how your mind handles confronting your worst fears," he taunted as drowsiness began to cloud my senses.

"I hold the antidote. Simply take down your barrier, and this torment ends. Until then, you'll remain trapped in your darkest nightmares," he declared triumphantly. "Joy, a vacation," I muttered, my voice weak. The room began to spin, a dizzying sensation overwhelming me. Damn the wolf king and his experimental drugs.

I felt as though reality was being swept away. "This is all just an illusion," I repeated to myself, desperately urging my own mind to stay strong. Whatever this was, I couldn't allow it to ensnare me. The voice of the wolf guard echoed in my mind, urging me to "drop the barrier." I defiantly replied, "Never."

Darkness enveloped me momentarily, only to be replaced by a vivid field materializing before my eyes. It was the field next to my grandmother's house, vibrant with a kaleidoscope of wildflowers. As I stood there, my senses overwhelmed, I spotted a figure in the distance. Her hair danced in the wind, and a surge of emotion tightened my chest. "Mom," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the surreal beauty that surrounded me.

I took a step forward, feeling every fiber of my being screaming at me to continue fighting. The effects of the drug were overwhelming, but I had to see for myself. What if it was really her? I ran towards the woman, the sound of my pounding footsteps filling the air. As she turned, my eyes locked with hers, but the peaceful, comforting look of love she always gave me was replaced with disappointment. Her words cut through me like a bitter wind.

"You were meant for great things, yet you let me down. You failed me and your fated one," she spoke, her voice filled with regret. "You are just like your father, a dark one. You promised never to tap into dark magic, yet you broke your word. You, my son, are evil. You will be the destruction of all you love."

Misty materialized in the field, her presence adding to the overwhelming sense of despair. I had to break free from this illusion, but it felt so real. "You love her, yet you will be her end when you were meant to be her protector," my mother continued, her voice haunting.

"You're wrong. I will keep her safe," I retorted. But my mother shook her head, her expression filled with sorrow.

"You feel the dark magic within you now, the hold it has. Yet the one you were fated to is all light. She can't be tainted, or it could mean her life," she warned, as Misty fell to her knees, dark shadows enveloping her.

"No!" I yelled, feeling a surge of desperation. The shadows started to encircle my mother as well. "You will lose all you love due to the darkness within you," she prophesied, as the shadows began to vanish.

"This isn't real," I muttered to myself, mustering all my strength. I started an incantation, feeling a searing pain coursing through my body. The pain was excruciating, but I was determined to break through the barrier blocking my powers. I chanted the incantation repeatedly, fighting through the pain and pushing the false images and illusions from my mind. Finally, reality started to greet me again, and dark smoke trailed from my hands.

"How?" the werewolf blurted out in surprise, his voice filled with disbelief. "You're messing with the wrong warlock," I seethed, my voice filled with newfound power. The bindings holding me cracked and broke, and the wolf fell to the ground. Though still fighting against the barrier and the effects of the drug, I knew I had to escape. I sprinted from the dungeon to the entrance. Three more guards took action, but I chanted another incantation, determined to break free.

As I fought against the barrier, more blood filled my mouth, its metallic taste overpowering. Suddenly, a blinding blast of light erupted from my spell, stunning my pursuers. Seizing the opportunity, I sprinted away, leaving the confused warriors behind. There was no time to retrieve the cursed child; I had to prioritize my own survival.

Running relentlessly, I pushed myself beyond the limits, feeling the burn in my muscles and the strain in my lungs. Finally, I reached the edge of his territory, seeking refuge in the comforting embrace of the shadows. The drug that still coursed through my veins threatened to cloud my mind, but I fought against its effects, determined to stay alert.

Regret flooded my thoughts as I realized I should have taken the antidote, but my focus had been solely on escape. As I neared my property, exhaustion tugged at every fiber of my being. However, my weariness was momentarily forgotten as I was greeted by Misty's coven members. Their presence, though not surprising, added another layer of complexity to this already disastrous day.

But despite the chaos and hardships, I resolved to fight and emerge victorious. Nothing would stand in my way of returning to the one who mattered most to me now - my fated one.