Reborn With The Fallen Mark
1338 Words
|ADELINE’S POV|
“Run, run as fast you can. They’re coming, the werewolves. The killers of humans. Run. They hate us, they want our blood. They want us dead. Run.”
A male voice shouts in my head and I clutched. What is happening? Am I not dead? I thought I was dead. What’s going on?
“Run, Amirah. The fire will kill me and these bastard wolves. Go child go!” an elderly woman screams.
Who the f**k is amirah?
“Get out, my son. Run away. Leave this place before they get you too.”
WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?
I jolt, falling into a pile of ashes and feeling the fingernails digging into my skin. I screamed, what is happening? I wanted to cry but no tears would come. Suddenly the ashes vanish, and the nails are gone. Then there was the sound of wings flapping.
Rising to my feet, my eyes drag towards the dark skies. A being made of pure white flies towards me. She’s female from her curves, her wings are a major difference to her body. They are dark with red hues.
Like flames cascading over the darkness.
“What are you?” I ask out. Feeling exhausted and questioning everything. I glanced down at my clothes. I’m in my wedding gown, a wedding that bastard turned into a nightmare.
“Life is valuable. You were wronged, and for that, I gift you this chance to make things differently.” Her smooth voice seemed to calm and deceive my senses. Every bit of me felt like I could trust her. Her right arm stretches towards me, two fingers tap the right corner of my neck and then she pulls back. “You are now my own. A fallen. A wronged.”
what? I-
I gasped, beads of sweat rolling down my forehead. I sat up immediately, clutching my stomach and trying to understand my surroundings. Arms circle my waist.
I recognized the touch... How-
“Love, are you okay?” I jumped out of the bed, and wretched myself as far as I could away from Damien. Was that all a dream? Did he not kill me?
No! The pain felt very real. The sickness of him staring into my eyes as he choked the life out of me.
His eyebrows pinched as he stared at me. He shifted, getting out of bed and I quickly got to my feet. I charged out of the front door. Glancing behind me to see that he followed. Fear held a grip against my heart and throat. Oh f**k, oh f**k.
He’s going to kill me again.
I came barrelling into someone, my head ricocheted and I bounced backward. I waited for my body to smack the floor, but that never came. Strong arms firmly gripped my sides, pulling me forward until my neck was pressed against a chest and fingers were brushing through my hair.
“It’s okay, Adeline. It was just a nightmare. You’re alright. No one can hurt you.” A male voice I couldn’t recognize spoke to me, and I sobbed. Clutching this stranger tighter.
Who is he? I’m lost, unsure of what to think. What to feel? Where is Damien here? Didn’t he kill me? Doesn’t he have a mate? Who is this man?
“There you are, my love. Rowan, I can take it from here.” Damien’s voice makes my spine stiffen, and I cling to the man even tighter.
“Don’t let him hurt me.” I pleaded as more tears came out. This man, Rowan, held me ever tighter.
“Shush shush, I won’t. Just breathe.”
“I would never hurt you, Adeline. Rowan, tell her.”
“Be quiet, brother. She’s clearly had one of those dreams again, right now, she’s feeling confused. Hurt, agitated, and afraid. Don’t rush her. Let her get there by herself.” who is this wonderful man? Damien never had a brother, he was an only child.
Rowan shifts me in his arms, carrying me in the bridal position and taking me away from Damien. I felt exhaustion pile up, and he felt so comfortable that I found myself falling asleep. Maybe when I wake up this time, things will make more sense.
They didn’t. When I came too, I finally saw the face of the man who held me. He had brought me a tray of food.
“Who are you?”
He smiled cheekily. “Did you forget me already? It’s Rowan. Kuznetsov? The adopted brother?” he laughs awkwardly, and his hair falls forward. Rowan is taller than Damien, bigger than Damien, and he has heterochromic eyes. A sharp golden brown on one side, and a fiercely intense green on the other. His body fits nicely into the black sleeveless turtle shirt he’s wearing, and the tight blue jeans.
I was more confused than ever. First that weird dream, now an adopted brother? I must be crazy, and hallucinating everything.
“What year is this?”
“2021,” he answered, placing the tray down beside the table. He lifted a palm and pressed it against my forehead. “I think you might have a fever. Why don’t you take a shower? And then eat, okay?”
I scanned his face, his shoulder-length black hair with streaks of grey, his handsome features, and how my skin flushed at his touch. Weird.
So weird. I nodded, and he helped me out of what I’m assuming was his bed and towards the bathroom. He closed the door and told me to call if I needed anything.
2021. Two years before the day of my marriage. One year before Damien met his mate, I'm remembering their words correctly. And if today is the eighth of the month I’m thinking of, then it’s only six months before the day he proposed. I’ve been sent back here.
How is that even possible?
I looked at the mirror, spotting the tattoo of a half wing with black, and red feathers at the bottom. Like that woman. Was she the one who did this?
Was I given a second chance? A moment to rewrite what happened to me. And if that’s the case, then who the f**k is Rowan? In all my life of living with the Slovaks, it was always Damien and Yevgeny. And no one else.
Where did Rowan come from? He said he was adopted. Goddamn it.
If I have the chance to change things then I shouldn’t focus on this strange addition, I need to figure out how to prevent my death. I can’t just run away, wolves are great trackers. Damien will find me in a day. And he'll deny it all if I tell him why I ran.
So what is my next option?
I thought more about it as I showered, the bathroom had a scent of black musk and cedarwood. Rowan’s scent, obviously. This is his bathroom.
I’m still shaken up. I remember their words, the pain, the f*****g knife to my back. I trusted this fucker.
And Yevgeny trusted him too.
I gasped, pushing my head away from the warm stream. If I expose him to Yevgeny, and the counsel of elders, then I can prevent my death. They’d have him exiled.
That’s it! That’s what I’ll do. Uh f**k, but if he’s meeting her in a year then what can I do? I really need to think about this. But I know I’ve been given a second chance. I’m not going to waste it.
He won’t kill me again. I trusted him, and he turned on me just because of power and another woman.
Fear won’t hold me back. I have a year, a year to come up with a good plan. And a backup plan, in case this blows up in my face.
My neck itches, and I scratch it. This mark is another strange thing. And those woman’s words return to me.... a fallen?
Is that what I am now?
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