“Leave that jealous bitch, she’s not worth it, the teacher said.
Marilyn laughed and clapped her hands, smiling like a puppy who had just realized its biggest dream.
“Fenris will know about this.” Alexandra threatened.
“Will be?” Manlyn teased, clicking her tongue. And who exactly do you think he’ll believe? Me, his most loyal and steady lover, or the bitch he just met?”
I lowered my head and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears.
“He’ll believe me. Alexandra spat.
Marilyn hopped around, all cheerful.
“So what? He doesn’t care about her. She’s nothing to him. At
At most, he’ll be angry because of the pups. And the next day, he’ll be back in my bed.”
Alexandra remained silent, glaring at the wolf as if she could kill her with just a look. Mihaela didn’t look much different, though she was more peaceful. Marilyn had played dirty, hurting the pups to get ahead.
But they didn’t say anything because deep down, they knew the wolf was right. No matter what she did, Fenrir would always end up in her bed.
“She’s nothing to him.”
Marilyn knew that. Everyone knew that
It was so obvious. Fenrir had made it so obvious
I turned on my heels and began walking away, quickening my pare. I heard my name being called. I didn’t respond, continuing to wander farther.
I entered the forest and moved towards Fenrir’s house. Alone, I started running, needing to get to my room urgently.
Tears wom
were already spilling, wetting my cheeks and dripping onto the collar of my shirt.
I shoved the front door open with force, startling Nicoleta, who was setting the dining table. She looked at me, her eyes wide, bewildered.
“Miss Savannah, what happened?”
I shook my head, running toward the stairs. I climbed toward my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I entered the bathroom and leaned against the sink, letting the first sob escape.
I raised my face, analyzing my r reflection in the mirror.
I was covered in chocolate. Hath my skin and clothes. My face was swollen from crying. The tears streaming down my cheeks created a trail through the dark ganache stains that smeared me.
A low grunt rumbled in my chest.
How could d I have been so foolish and thought that his pack would respect and accept me, when not even the alpha, my bonded mate, acted that way?
I ran my eyes over the mark on my neck, observing it in the mirror.
The color of my eyes changed, the emerald green becoming more vivid. I brought my hand to the side of my neck, brushing my fingertips over the bruised
Then I lost control, becoming conscious but unable to command my movements. My nails grew, turning into claws.
1 dug them into my skin, pressing my lips together to contain a scream.
I dragged my claws, ripping through skin and blood, opening a hole in my neck.
More
tears flowed.
My wolf was hurting me. She was hurting us because she wanted to remove the visible mark he had left o
on me. Because that mark was an affront.
A good alpha, a bonded mate, took care of his female, providing her with everything necessary to please and keep her happy. Fenrir did none of that. He betrayed me, humiliated me, and despised me.
Removing the visible mark wouldn’t change the fact that we were bonded, but the scent of him wouldn’t pulse so strongly on me, and I wouldn’t flaunt his domination on my skin
I raised my blood–stained fingers, before burying them again and dragging my nails once more, tearing a bit more of the flesh, leaving it hanging
Blood poured down my shoulder, staining my shirt and dripping onto the floor.
I trembled, swallowing the sob, the strangled cry of pain. My cheeks were glowing from the silent tears flowing from my eyes.
I kept going until the mark was no longer visible. Until my neck was mutilated. Until there was nothing left of his domination over us both.
blinked, and my eyes returned to normal.
The pain hit me hard. I bit the back of my hand, breathing heavily, trying to control myself before Fenrir could feel that something was wrong.
to the floor, my legs losing strength, and lay down on the cold bathroom tiles.
I stayed there for a while. So long that I barely saw him pass, healing the physical wound, while the emotional one pulsed, with no sign of healing.
I wanted to and would perform the ritual. That was enough for me of all the humiliation. Death would be a better solution than spending the rest of my days being despised.
And that was a decision only mine.
1 didn’t open the door when Nicoleta knocked earlier, informing me that Fenrir was waiting for me for a special dinner.
1 took a shower, cleaned myself up, and put on the most daring dress I had in my wardrobe. It was dark blue, with a deep neckline that revealed much more than what good manners dictated. The fabric molded to my body, accentuating each of my curves.
1 straightened my hair with the blow dryer, undoing the small waves it naturally had, and applied a light makeup.
All the things I owned were brought to me by Nicoleta, who cared about my well–being.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were still swollen from crying, but I managed to soften their appearance with makeup. My neck was torn, glowing a vivid red as it healed little by little.
The shower hadn’t been relaxing; it was more like a session of torture. Every drop of soap or hot water t
that touched the wound sent shivers down my spine, making me tremble.
I threw my hair back, exposing my artwork.
Fenrir had a surprise for me. Excellent, because I had one for him too.
I took a deep breath, rolling my shoulders. I turned my back to t
the mirror and walked decisively out of the room.
I slid my fingers along the railing as I descended the stairs. I felt the warmth in my chest as I stepped on the last step. Fenrir was already waiting for me.
I raised my jaw belligerently and moved forward.
My steps faltered as I witnessed the scene before me, making me lose my composure.
The table was set elegantly. With elaborate dishes and candelabras holding lit candles. Fenrir sat at the head, wearing a simple black linen short–sleeved shirt that clung to his arm muscles, emphasizing them,
He looked at me with a mischievous gleam in his eyes
There would be no problem with this dinner if it weren’t for the fact that on the sideboard next to the tabl
next to the table were two decapitated heads.
All the blood drained from my face.
“Good evening, mate. Did you like the dinner I prepared for you?” he asked, his tone full of irony. He held the stem of the wine glass, raised it, and brought it to his lips.
His hands.
God.
His hands were covered in dried blood, outlining the fingers and covering the palms like red gloves.
Fenrir looked like a lunatic, a psychopath.
I glanced at the heads and felt my stomach churn. The skin was already pale and colorless, the eyes bulging and whitish. Blood dripped from the nose and
mouth.
They served as grotesque decorations, specially prepared for the dinner he romantically organized for me. Above them, there was a beautiful and elegant painting hanging on the wall,
I recognized one of the heads. It had a long beard and long hair. I didn’t know his name, but I had seen him with Hunter a few times.
“Do you recognize any of them?” he asked, tilting his chin toward the heads. “They’ll keep us company during dinner. I wanted a… different kind of derotation.”
For a second. A mere second, I wavered. I felt a strong urge to run back to the room, but I didn’t give he was searing me.
1 stayed firm in my
y plan to defy him, even though
With hard steps, I moved toward the empty chair at the other end of the table. Fenrir hummed a tune, distracted. I recognized the melody; it was the same one his pack had sung days ago.
I pulled the back of the chair and sat down. My movements staffer than usual,
He grabbed a fork, speared a piece of smoked sausage, and brought it to his lips, chewing. I glanced at the heads, then back at him, and felt like vomiting.
How could he act so naturally, eating and drinking, when there were two decapitated men just a few meters away?
The smell of death was already present. It was faint compared to the others, but it was there.
I took a deep breath, inhaling through my mouth, and sat in the chair.
“Why did you do this?” I asked, sitting up straight and stiff against the wooden backrest.
He placed his elbows on the table and grabbed a cloth napkin. He wiped the blood off his hands, removing some of the excess covering them. He finished chewing the smoked sausage calmly, as if nothing absurd was happening, and finally looked at me.
It was clear the moment he noticed the absence of the mark. The golden tone turned color, fading and returning to its natural blue before shining again. It was as if it were in conflict with his wolf. He inhaled, flaring his nostrils, sensing the fresh blood on me, noticing that his scent was no longer as pronounced.
“What did you do?” be hissed, his voice rough and hearse, almost sounding supernatural,
I pulled the napkin and placed it on my lap, trying to act as naturally as he was,
“I did what should have been done a long time ago.”
For a second, he said nothing. He stared at me without blinking, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his fingers around the cloth napkin tight, turning white from the force.
“I’ll ask only one more time, Savannah. What did you do?
my gaze, staring at him through my thick lashes.
“Apparently, my
wolf doesn’t think you’re worthy y enough. And to be perfectly honest, neither do I. I want
de paineled the table
“low dare you remov
want the ritual, Fenrir. That won’t change.”
aking the glasses and silverware clink with the force of the blow,
teinuve my mark?” he shouted.
I shrugged and brought my la could drink a little.
my hand to the wine glass, dingging it toward me. I wouldn’t be able to eat with the sight of those decapitated heads, but at least 1
My throat was
was dry
from nerves, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth.
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“You don’t have a right to us both; you’re not a worthy mate. Alphas take care of their omegas, providing everything they need. You don’t do that.”
His eyes shot to my neck. His wolf seemed furious, about to lose control, while he, as a man, appeared deeply offended by this affront
He pressed his temples and closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
“I will bite every inch of your body, Savannah,” he promised with a sigh. “Then I’ll see how your offended wolf will manage to remove all the marks.”
“Never touch me again,” I interrupted, taking a long sip of wine.
He opened his eyes and stared at me.
*I still can’t believe you had the audacity to do that.”
“Having pups is one of my desires, which I won’t give up on. If you can’t provide, I’ll find another male who is willing to. Though we are mated, nothing prevents me from sleeping with another, and your claim on my neck would only interfere with my plans”
