Chapter 98

Chapter 98

"These have the power to sever our mate bond, and you have the ability to—" Are you fucking me right now?" He interrupted me, his words venomous. "Do you find any aspect of the game in which we are participating to be even slightly humorous?" I recoiled at his tone. I had never heard him sound that vacuous and angry.

I was aware that he would be upset with me, so why did it seem like his anger was misdirected?

"I don't understand." I wrapped my arms around my body and felt his flame-like gaze go over my body.

My cheeks were stained with tears, but after saying everything, I felt strangely numb.

"I thought you were finally accepting our bond, and instead you've come to me with this elaborate bullshit, all because you feel like running away from me again." His fists shattered the table as he spat, sending the surface crackling beneath the force of his blows.

His statements were ones I hadn't expected or been ready for, so for a split second, I didn't understand.

"The more our bond cements itself, the bigger your excuses seem to get." With equal ferocity, he went on, and I had no idea what to do.

"You don't believe me?" I was shocked and upset.

I could just feel the cogs turning in his head as his eyes flitted to the medications on the table. I grabbed them off the table before he could, holding them to my chest until he hurriedly made a potentially fatal choice.

His once-tender demeanor vanished as he stared at me. It was surprising to see how much he had changed, since even when he showed his tender side, he was an intimidating man. He was all hard lines and massive muscles, and all of his attention was on me.

He rose from his chair, and I staggered.

"You went to see a demon." He got mad. "Kylie, hand me those damned bottles, or I swear I'll—"

Instead of finishing his sentence, he moved forward as a predator would, encircling me inside this room and preventing me from leaving.

"Why are you not believing me?

*I—"

He came to a stop a few steps away from me, anxiety coursing through his body.

"You seem so certain that you're one of those scum, so show me." He snarled. "If you are what you say you are, then show me." His words meant my death, but I was shivering, my body collapsing in on itself.

My worry was growing, but if he saw my magic for what it was, he wouldn't be able to deny it.

Since our first meeting, he has been a charming conversationalist, but up until this point, he has never said anything to prevent me from crumbling. He had not told me that my identity didn't matter and that he still loved me. Rather, he'd called me a slime, and I realized then that I had good reason to be wary of telling him the truth.

Despite all of the emotions swirling inside of me, I extended my right hand in front of me. It wouldn't be a problem for me to prove who I was because my magic had come to me even when I hadn't wanted it to, and I'd used it with almost no confidence or at least that's how I felt.

I made an effort to summon my power, but it seemed to dig deeper roots within me the more I forced it to do so.

"No, this cannot take place."

"I just need a minute." I focused more intently, using all of my effort to will my magic out of me, but nothing materialized.

"Is this how much you don't want me; you'd rather face death than be by my side?" With brutal honesty, he told me exactly what would happen to me if he truly believed me.

I deserved to die, no matter how much he cared for me.

I was unable to understand any of this as I gazed down at my hand. I had nothing to refute his belief that I was lying, but he persisted in believing it.

And with that, he pulled me closer to him, pushing me against the edge of the table. His hold was intense and unrelenting, causing the dishes to clang against one another.

He took no more than a minute to remove the vials from my grasp, and I was too shocked by this sudden development to attempt to stop him. My knees nearly gave way as the glass cracked and the liquid evaporated when he flung them at the wall across from us.

"Tell me, Kylie—what is it about me that you don't think is good enough? Tell me, and I'll change it." He appeared just as broken as I did, so I shook my head.

"I'm not lying; please, you have to believe me." The words were meaningless, and all they seemed to accomplish was incite his wolf's wrath.

"Why do you insist on paying no attention to what is directly in front of you? We are meant to be together based on how you respond to me, how your body yearns for me, and how much you want to be loved." I was astounded by what was happening as he pressed his body against mine and let out a breathy scream as my body gave in to its primal urges.

"I should mark you right now after the stunt you just pulled, but I'm a man of honor." With a growl, he grabbed me once more and pulled me from the room.

I was defenseless against him, my sight hazy, and then he pushed me into his bedroom.

"You are not going to leave my chamber until the full moon occurs in two days. I won't have it any other way; you will accept my mark and become my queen." He spoke clearly before turning to walk away.

He didn't trust me, even though I had told him the truth.