Chapter 4 Family Issues
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[Stella’s POV]
It was several hours since Armaros left, and I began to wander around in the room, though the door wasn’t locked, I didn’t have the courage to try to leave.
First of all, I didn’t have any clothes on, and then I could clearly hear others outside the room, so I had no idea what would happen if I walked out there.
Armaros had already made it clear that they wanted me dead, just for being a werewolf.
But.. Did he really tell the truth, had I really shifted into a wolf? After all those years, I thought I couldn’t, and I ended up getting myself in trouble the first time.
“Nice one, Stella!” I stated as I facepalmed myself internally. But I still had no idea what he meant about me being different.
Could it be my Lux Blanda genes? I immediately shook the thought away.
The only thing I had confirmed was, that he, in fact, was my mate. However, he had clearly no idea what it was about, and I wasn’t even sure, I wanted him to know.
Because I wasn’t convinced that I could trust him. He was not at all how I remembered him, though he had some bright sides reminding me of that boy I met all those years ago, he was scaring me on so many levels.
He was continuously shifting between those two personalities of his. But, at the same time, he still had some pull on me. I wasn’t sure how to get free of.
I looked out of the window, as I released a deep sigh I apparently had maintained for some time.
I could see the house I was in was located at the top of a hill and I had a clear view over the big city, from where I was standing. But which city I wasn’t sure of. Then I heard the door open once again.
“Armaros..” I called out, but as I turned around, it wasn’t him, but someone else.
I didn’t know who he was. He was wearing a blue suit, while he was resting his right hand in his pocket, as he came in to the room.
“Sorry, he unfortunately had some business to take care of.” He spoke as he walked in. He kept staring at me as he sat down on the bed in front of me, while I leaned against the window, without saying anything.
“Not the speaking type, I see!” He stated, as he took out a cigarette pack from his pocket.
“Want one?” He asked, as he reached it towards me, but I just shook my head vigorously.
“Suit yourself.” He added with a careless shrug, before he proceeded to put one to his mouth himself and lit it.
“Who are you?” I finally took some courage to ask, as he observed me, while a smile erupted on his lips.
“So you do speak! Well, I’m Damien, Armaros is my brother.. Or half.. You know – same father.” He stated.
He smirked, as he exhaled through his nose, making the smoke spread out in the room. I could see some resemblance between them, but something told me I should stay away from this one.
“So, tell me.. Why did a werewolf like you choose to show up here, of all places? And why is Armaros so obsessed with you?” He asked, as he took another inhale of the cigarette.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I spoke plainly, as I ignored the first part of his question, as I turned my back to him, looking out of the window once again.
But then I felt him grab my arm as he pushed me against the wall, and was met by a harsh glare, and I knew I had just poked the bear.
“You might be able to make my brother dance after your pipe, but I’m not like him.. I won’t hesitate to use more.. Creative solutions to make you talk.” He threatened, as I swallowed a lump.
“You aren’t the first puppy-eyed wolf-girl standing in my way, sweetie.” He stated, as he threw his cigarette butt to the floor and pulled out a knife from his pocket, making me tense as he pointed it at me.
“What do you think happens to wolves hunting too far from their own territory, huh?” He asked, as he tapped the knife on my chin, as I started to tremble in fear.
“They end up being the hunted.” He stated, as he pressed the knife against my cheek, drawing blood, as I hissed in pain.
“Please, I just wanna go home, I’m not here to make any trouble!” I cried, as I tried to move my head away, but he grabbed a hold on my face and forced me to look at him.
“Then tell me what I wanna know!” He demanded, as he narrowed his eyes.
“Why are you here?” He snarled.
“I don’t know, I can’t remember! I just woke up here, and I’m not even sure where ‘here’ is.” I blurred out, as I felt my whole body shake, while I clinched around the sheet.
“Bullshít!” He growled as he pressed the knife harder on to my cheek, which intensified the pain I felt on my cheek.
“I’m not lying, I promise!” I sobbed, as he kept observing me.
“I hope you aren’t lying to me, for your own sake. I’m sure you won’t like the consequences if you are.” He warned me, as I shook my head.
“I’m really not!” I whimpered as I tried moving away from him, but it clearly didn’t work, as he just came closer.
“Now, tell me what Armaros’ deal is with you?” He asked calmly, as he moved the knife down my collarbone and further on until he reached the end of the sheet, and then cut a hole in the sheet, making me tense.
“I.. Uhm.. It’s because I’m..” But before I was even able to form a clear sentence, the door flew open, making it collide with the wall with such force I was sure it would fall off the hinges, and Armaros came in to view.
“Damien! Have you lost your fücking hearing!” Armaros roared, as he stomped over and removed Damien from me by pulling his shoulder.
“Stop being such a fücking pússy Armaros, she was finally talking, and you just ruined it!” He yelled back at him.
“I’ll deal with her, you keep your fücking hands away from her!” He snapped.
“I don’t get your fücking deal with her, you act like it’s the first time we have done something like this, have you lost your fücking shít, all because of a pretty face!” Damien shouted at him, as Armaros pulled his gun out.
“I’m fücking serious, I'll do it MY WAY!” Armaros warned him, as he pointed the gun at Damien.
“I’m sick of this crap! Wait ‘til father hears about this, then..” he growled, as his eyes found mine and he suddenly stopped in the middle of a sentence.
“What the fück.. Is she also a fücking Lux Blanda or what?” He blurred out as Armaros looked at me too for a moment before he turned back to Damien.
“Just fück off!” Armaros then yelled, as he loaded his gun.
“Fücking suit yourself!” Damien huffed and walked out before smacking the door behind him. Armaros continued to stare at the door for some time without saying anything, as I felt my heart was hammering 90 miles per hour.
“Is it true?” He suddenly asked as I jerked my head towards him.
“Huh?” I spoke, as I was too blown away to make any sense of what he just asked me.
“Get a grip, Stella! Is he right? Are you half Lux Blanda?” He asked, as his brows were knitted while his hand hit in to the wall right next to my face.
“N-not exactly, I.. I’m more like a quarter..” I spoke lowly, but I stopped as he once again hammered his hand in to the wall, making me jump.
“Damn it, Stella!”
“B..but how did he figure it out?” I asked, as he looked at me like I was being stupid.
“Your skin is fücking glowing, when you heal, what else?” He stated, as he pulled his hand down his face.
“I just wanna go home, Armaros, I think your brother wanna kill me, and I’m just really scared.” I stated, as I started crying again.
“I’m not gonna let that happen, okay – but I can’t let you go either.” He spoke, as he dried my tears away.
“Then what are you gonna do with me then?” I asked, as he sighed deeply.
“I’m not sure.. I.. I wanna know what you are doing to me? We are supposed to be enemies, but you’re still in my head, and you’re driving me fücking crazy – it’s like I’m addicted to you or something.” Armaros spoke, as he let his fingers dance over my cheek.
I felt how my skin sparkled by his touch and though I tried to fight the urge, a sigh of pleasure managed to escape my lips.
“It’s not what you think..” I panted, as he hovered over me.
“Then tell me!” He demanded. Though his tone was sharp, his hold on me was gentle.
“Do you know what a mate-bond is?” I asked him, as he knitted his eyebrows.
“You mean.. That weird wolf-thing, that you werewolves have going on, when you find a partner?” He asked, as I sighed in frustration.
“It’s not just a ‘wolf-thing’ Armaros,” I stated, as I looked at him.
“There is more to it than that.. It creates all these intense emotions and desires.. I can’t really explain it, but that’s why you feel what you feel right now..” I added.
At first, he looked like he actually was considering it for a moment, but then a smirk creeped on his lips and a chuckle escaped him.
“Are you fücking serious right now?” He asked in a taunting tone, making me roll my eyes.
“I knew I shouldn’t have told you, you can’t take anything serious!” I huffed at him.
“Because it’s fücking horse shít, Stella – this mate bond you're talking about is nothing but a fantasy.. But if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s how Lux Blandas can affect others – I’ve heard all of it.” He revealed as he lifted my chin.
“If you have already put your mind to what you believe, then why ask?” I fired.
[..]
“I wanted to see if you would be honest for once, but you're clearly lying like everyone else..” Armaros growled, as his hold became more firm.
“It’s you who are lying to yourself, but I don’t care. You can just reject me, then I can go home, and you don’t have to see me ever again!” Stella snapped at him, which started a burning fire of pure rage in Armaros.
“I already told you that you aren’t going anywhere!” He replied angrily, as his grip tightened.
“But I don’t wanna stay here!” Stella fired as she suddenly pushed him with such force, that he fell to the bed, and she proceeded to head for the door, but he caught up with her.
“I knew there was more than just a pretty face behind all this – but I can fight dirty too, you know..” he spoke as he had pushed her against the door.
Then he lifted her up and sat her on the bed.
“Now, be a good girl and sit!” He ordered, as Stella glared at him.
“Could you stop talking to me like I’m a dog!” Stella fired at him, as he just shrugged carelessly.
“Wolf, dog.. Same thing.. Now stay!” He demanded, as he pointed a finger at her.
“Or what?” She spat defiantly.
“Or I will tie you to this bed.” He retorted, leaving no doubt in her mind that he meant it, before he placed himself in a chair next to the door.
“If you won’t reject me, then I’ll gladly do it myself,” Stella snapped, as he just raised an eyebrow as he waited for whatever she was planning to do.
“I Stella Aurora Lupus, reject you, Armaros..” But when she suddenly paused, and Armaros couldn’t help but smirk at her sudden sour expression.
“What’s wrong, did you forget something?” He mocked as she glared at him.
“I don’t know your full name.” She grumbled, as she crossed her arms in front of her.
“Why didn’t you just say that, I wanna see where this is going.. It’s Mortem – Armaros Mortem.” He added before he rested his head on his hand, as he was waiting in anticipation.
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