Her Immortal Destiny

Broken

Misty POV

I spent hours tirelessly attempting to break free from the confining restraints. The cuffs, clearly spelled and sturdy, held me tightly. I shouldn't have been surprised, considering they belonged to Wyatt. Even the rope, tightly securing me to the bed, seemed impossible to break.

Frustration consumed me, but what infuriated me the most was falling into their trap. I had always believed I was better than that. I never expected such deception from my own coven. In the end, it was Wyatt who saved me. Without him, I might not even be breathing right now. I should trust him, but doubts lingered. What if he was just playing me? What if he had ulterior motives? And why did the werewolves want me? I felt a sharp pain in my side, I realized I had overlooked it earlier. It made me wince, forcing me to surrender. I closed my eyes, and darkness enveloped me.

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I woke up to a pitch-black room, the absence of light engulfing me. As I stirred, a wave of grogginess washed over me, realizing that I must have passed out for an entire day. As I attempted to move, I noticed I was restrained in a different way. Turning my head, I noticed Wyatt, fast asleep in a chair beside the bed. With some relief, I discovered that one of my hands was now free, allowing me limited mobility. However, my movements roused Wyatt, who appeared utterly exhausted.

"Finally awake, I see," he said, his voice heavy with weariness. "Be cautious not to move too much. I apologize for not noticing your injuries when you defended yourself in the woods. I did what I could to treat it, but even spells and potions have their limits."

"Treat it," I muttered, shifting my free hand towards my side. It felt as though a sizable bandage was tightly wrapped around me. Attempting to move further, I found my mobility still restricted. Wyatt had handcuffed one of my wrists and my ankles to the bed.

"Can you let me free now?" I pleaded, hoping for a glimmer of compassion. His silence was a clear indication of a refusal.

"Can I use your bathroom?" I asked, trying a different approach. Wyatt stood up, unhooking my ankle but leaving the cuff intact. He then unlocked the cuff that held me to the bed but swiftly apprehended my other hand, cuffing them in front of me.

"You're treating me as if I'm dangerous to you," I spoke, frustration lacing my words.

"More like I don't trust you won't attempt to leave. These cuffs prevent you from using any spells for now," he sighed, gesturing towards a door. "That's the bathroom."

"It won't be easy with my hands cuffed," I muttered, irritated. Wyatt responded, annoyingly confident, "I think you'll manage. You have enough slack."

I made my way to the bathroom, pushing the door closed behind me. Fortunately, there was a decent-sized window. After relieving myself, I approached the window and pushed it open, peering out. Wyatt's room was not situated at a great height, making it easy to contemplate jumping out. However, as I attempted to make a move, an invisible wall seemed to materialize, blocking my escape and causing me to stumble back. Almost instantly, Wyatt burst into the room.

"What did you do to me?" I snapped, anger seething within me.

"As I mentioned, I can't trust that you won't run. After completing my work, I bound you to this room with the cuff on your ankle. There's no way out now," he explained matter-of-factly. Anger surged through me, but I took a deep breath, realizing that I needed to come to terms with the possibility that he might genuinely be trying to help me.

"Thank you for saving me," I whispered, my voice trembling, as I looked into his intense gaze. "You could have easily just let them have me, so I was no longer a threat."

He shook his head. "Have you ever been a threat to me?" he asked, his voice steady. "From my point of view, you have not."

I watched him closely as he continued, his words hanging in the air. "I'll remove the cuffs from your wrists temporarily," he offered, his tone softened. "If you're ready to start working with me, versus against me."

I hesitated, my mind clouded with uncertainty. "The curse needs to be destroyed, Wyatt," I said. "I can't make that promise."

He sighed. "I'm not talking about that," he clarified. "I know well that you will see the truth in due time. No, I mean work with me to ensure your safety. You possess the power of seeing the future, a power I'm sure the werewolf king would desire. With the power to see, we can change the future."

I shook my head, my heart pounding. "He would not be able to access it, as it is bound," I argued.

Wyatt took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "He has witches skilled in black magic," he responded, his voice tinged with urgency. "Let me break the spell binding you, Misty. Learn to accept the power you were gifted with and not fear it. Our powers are meant to maintain balance, not to be locked away. Work with me to stop the true ones who are your enemy, as well as the ones who currently threaten the balance. The curse is not the issue right now. The king may be using it to gain power, but he is not the true threat. That lies with your coven, your mother."

I clenched my fists, my frustration rising. "My power does not work correctly," I admitted, my voice filled with regret. "That's why she put the spell to block it."

"She fed you bullshit," he said. "But I can't force you to believe me. Your power is not broken; she has been feeding off of you." I could hear the frustration in his tone. "I bet you struggled to use it, or visions came in bursts, overwhelming you. That's because she has been using you as a power source for herself. Let me break the spell, Misty. Yes, it will take you time to adjust, but I will be here helping you. Accept who you are."

"Okay, you have my permission," I said to him, feeling a mix of apprehension and hope. He took a step closer, causing me to instinctively step back. "Are you really afraid of me, Misty?" he asked, his voice gentle. "No," I responded, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

"I'm coming close to remove the cuffs on your wrists," he explained, his voice soothing. He moved forward again, and I could feel his presence near me. His hands touched mine, releasing me from the restraints. "Thanks," I whispered, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.

"As I said before, I don't like locking you up like this or trapping you," he said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "But I know well that if I were to let you go right now, there is a good chance you would not survive, and I'm not willing to allow that to happen." I nodded my head, starting to believe him.

"I'll be back. I will grab what I need and bring the food I kept warm for you," he said, his voice fading as he walked away. "As I suggest, you eat before I do this. All the visions the spell has blocked will flood in. It may cause you to blackout for some time. You just need to keep yourself calm as they do and know it will stop and become more manageable."

I sat on the edge of his bed, waiting anxiously. Looking around the room, I noticed the cuff on my ankle and took a deep breath, reminding myself to give him a chance. Wyatt walked back in with a small plate of food and handed it to me. "Eat this, and I will prepare," he explained. "Thank you," I said, taking a bite. The flavors exploded in my mouth, and he could tell I was enjoying it. "Maybe my cooking will be the answer to keep you from running," he joked as I finished the plate.

"Do you know where the binding symbol is on you?" he asked, and my heart skipped a beat. "Yes," I said, forgetting that he would need to touch it to release the spell. "Where?" he asked. "My chest," I whispered.

"Odd place, but okay. I need you to remove all clothing from your top half and get in bed," he explained. I hesitated for a moment. I had never allowed a man to see me in that way, even though he was helping. But I knew I had to trust him. So, with a deep breath, I mustered the courage and took off my clothes, feeling a nervous anticipation.

He moved closer to the bed. "Your hands," he asked, and I obediently held them out. With a gentle touch, he pulled them above me, securing them with restraints. I could feel the cool metal against my wrists.

"I know I just freed you, but this spell may cause you harm if I don't restrain you," he explained softly. Though I felt awkward and exposed, I understood the necessity. "It may take hours, maybe even a day, but I promise to release the restraints when it's over," he assured me.

His gaze remained locked with mine. "I don't have you here to take advantage of you," he reassured, his voice filled with sincerity. "Take a deep breath and relax. I know this can't be comfortable for you."

As he reached for a small bottle of oil, the scent of herbs filled the air. "I have to put this on the symbol, Misty," he explained. "I need to keep my hand connected to the symbol until it's done."

"I understand," I replied. I followed his instruction, taking deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. The oil felt warm against my skin, soothing the tension within me.

"I will be right by your side the whole time," he promised, his voice a comforting presence. As he began to chant the spell, my body responded, my power surging forward. I struggled against the restraints, my body seemingly possessed.

Wyatt's hand remained on my chest, providing a grounding force amidst the chaos. Images flooded my mind, a jumbled mess of blurred scenes. I couldn't make sense of them, but they consumed me.

"I know it's difficult, but you will get through this," he encouraged, his words barely audible over my own yelp of pain. I felt myself spiraling deeper into my mind, lost and overwhelmed. But then, I felt his warmth again, his touch anchoring me.

"Deep breaths, Misty," he urged, his hand moving against my skin in a gentle, soothing motion. It felt intimate, yet I knew it was solely for my comfort. Slowly, the chaotic visions started to form, becoming clearer and more manageable. And as I calmed, so did the images, gradually easing my mind.

In the depths of my mind, I saw Wyatt standing before me. I could feel his arms wrapped around me, a comforting embrace filled with pure love. As I gazed into his eyes, a wave of intense emotion washed over me. Were these feelings I had for him truly a glimpse into my future? Was it acceptable for me to embrace them?

But the visions didn't stop there. Another image began to unfold, revealing a girl. There was an undeniable aura of power surrounding her, marking her as someone significant, someone special. With each passing moment, I became more certain that I had a role to play in her life, a role that involved saving her.

My breath caught in my throat as the next vision unfolded. The girl, restrained and in tears, looked at someone else. Though the vision obscured their identity, it was clear that she loved them deeply. She was in the possession of the Wolf King, but this king was unfamiliar to me. And then, in a heartbreaking flash, I saw her lifeless body lying on a table. Tears streamed down my face as if I had failed her in some way.

And then, a world consumed by darkness emerged before me. It was the aftermath of her death, a result of her importance. She held the key to restoring balance. Perhaps saving this girl could alter her destiny and restore harmony. It was a strange thought, but one I held onto tightly.

Finally, I snapped out of the visions, my eyes opening to the reality around me. I tried to move, but my hands were still restrained. A sheet was pulled over me, covering my upper half. I turned my head and saw Wyatt, slumped over on a chair beside the bed, fast asleep. Exhaustion etched on his face, he had already gone without a full day's sleep. The spell he had just cast had drained him of a significant amount of energy.

I never thought I would say this, but I was genuinely worried about him. As I opened my mouth to speak, a flood of images started to jumble in my mind once again. This was far from over. The images remained fuzzy, overwhelming me.

The restraints clicked against the bed as I shifted, and Wyatt stirred awake. The bed dipped as he climbed on, his hands gently cradling my body. I yearned for my body to calm, noticing how exhausted he looked, which pained me. He had done nothing but help me, his actions never meant to harm, even when restraining me. The truth was, just as he had admitted, I was also in love with him. I simply didn't want to admit it to myself.

Finally, my entire body relaxed, and I felt his hands brushing against mine as the restraints vanished. "The worst is over," he assured me, his eyes locked with mine. Acting out of character, I lifted my hands and placed them on his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. He was my destiny, the one meant for me. He was my partner, and I was ready to accept that. He eagerly responded to my kiss, craving this connection as much as I did. In that moment, I lost myself in the taste of his lips until he pulled away, leaving me feeling slightly empty.

"I know you've slept a lot, but you need more rest to recover from the breaking of the spell," he said. "I don't want you to leave," I confessed. A small smirk formed on his lips. "I'm glad you're more comfortable with me, Misty. But if I stay, I might rush things with you. I don't want to risk our connection by acting impulsively. Your mind has been through a lot, and you need time to calm down. I want to be sure that what you're doing is truly what you want. I don't want you to have any regrets. So get some sleep, and I'll return in the morning," he said, walking towards the door.

"This is your room," I said. "I will sleep on my couch," he simply replied, his words fading into the silence as he walked away, leaving me alone. As I rose from the bed, a surge of energy filled me, dispelling any trace of tiredness. I glanced at the now closed door, its solid presence a reminder of my confinement. Yet, surprisingly, I no longer felt resentful or trapped. In this moment, clarity washed over my mind, illuminating my purpose. I knew deep within me that I belonged here with him, that together we would be the ones entrusted to maintain the delicate balance of this world.