Moon Bound (Glorious Darkness Book 1) Read Online Free
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arranged for them, giving out the steamy aroma only homemade food has and making my mouth water. Only his is missing. The last one I ever bring to the table.
As I take in the sight in front of me I almost see them.
Seated around him, inching closer and closer to him, to his power, they are waiting for the first bite that falls into his mouth. Perched on the head spot, the one next to his - empty, meant for his queen alone, he'll then give them all the invitation they need, a happy chatter ascending as they dine together like a family.
He will smile, join in their jokes. Or stay silent, throwing quick glances at the empty seat next to his with a longing in his green eyes, never realizing that I can see it, never knowing that I'm wondering... if the joking, laughing man is the same man, the same monster who strips me of my hopes, who ruins my dreams, who kills me every day of my life.
And he probably wouldn't care even if he knew. No one would.
I sigh and carry his portion to the table, my hands shaking so badly I can do nothing but watch as the plate slips from my fingers, a loud crash ringing through the silence. Freezing me on my spot.
The broken pieces of porcelain peer at me from the white tiles, his food scattered over the pieces as tears rain over the ruined meal.
I kneel down, picking up the broken pieces with my bare hands, not caring if they are cutting into my flesh; he can do much worse.
Biting my tongue to prevent the sobs erupting from my chest, I throw the pieces in the garbage.
Should I run and prolong the torture or accept my fate now, without struggle?
The decision is stripped off of me when I hear the creak of a door opening, then it being slammed shut. Loudly.
'No. No. Please!' I want to shout but nothing comes out, not even a whimper. The screaming is all inside my head.
"Scarlet!" his voice booms, anger audible as his footsteps approach, descending from the second floor. The squeaking under his feet grows louder, the distance between us melting in his fast-paced rage.
I manage to gather as much of the remains of his food as I can in my violently trembling hands before jumping in fright when I hear the door bursting open with his forceful kick.
I see him standing just past the doorstep. His brooding presence - like toxin sprayed into the very air I breathe. His strong, muscled form is clothed in a pair of faded jeans, leaving his large torso on display.
Disgust. It's what I feel looking at him. Pure, unmasked revulsion. The end result of fear trumping along with my hatred.
We stand still, the tension so thick you can slice a knife through it. He stares at me as I peer at his bare feet on the tiled floor, not daring to meet the cruel eyes I can feel fixed on me.
"Where is she?" he growls. Ragged breaths are surging in then out of him.
Do not provoke him. Do not...
He takes a step closer, loudly sniffing the air like the animal he is.
"WHERE IS SHE?" he shouts, making me drop the food in my hands to cover my head with them, knowing what could follow.
That knowledge is ingrained in me.
"I don't know. I'm sorry, I really don't know, Alpha," I ramble, watching his feet advance towards me, bracing myself for the hard rain of his fists.
Is he finally going to hit me? Is it now that my nightmares will finally take substance?
Cowering away, I wish I could shrink my body so he won't be able to touch me and that's exactly when I feel his hand wrapping around my neck, causing electric shocks to travel down my spine.
Withdrawing as if burned by the touch. "What the hell?"
For the first time, I can't resist. I find myself glancing up before I can stop, looking straight into the eyes with the color of spring.
It's no longer just the skin on my palms bleeding but also my heart, bleeding out as my whole world crashes down on me with the realization that this man - this monster, the person I despise with everything in me - is my...
Mate.
(3) New Wolf
|Scarlet's POV|
The path I follow is
As I take in the sight in front of me I almost see them.
Seated around him, inching closer and closer to him, to his power, they are waiting for the first bite that falls into his mouth. Perched on the head spot, the one next to his - empty, meant for his queen alone, he'll then give them all the invitation they need, a happy chatter ascending as they dine together like a family.
He will smile, join in their jokes. Or stay silent, throwing quick glances at the empty seat next to his with a longing in his green eyes, never realizing that I can see it, never knowing that I'm wondering... if the joking, laughing man is the same man, the same monster who strips me of my hopes, who ruins my dreams, who kills me every day of my life.
And he probably wouldn't care even if he knew. No one would.
I sigh and carry his portion to the table, my hands shaking so badly I can do nothing but watch as the plate slips from my fingers, a loud crash ringing through the silence. Freezing me on my spot.
The broken pieces of porcelain peer at me from the white tiles, his food scattered over the pieces as tears rain over the ruined meal.
I kneel down, picking up the broken pieces with my bare hands, not caring if they are cutting into my flesh; he can do much worse.
Biting my tongue to prevent the sobs erupting from my chest, I throw the pieces in the garbage.
Should I run and prolong the torture or accept my fate now, without struggle?
The decision is stripped off of me when I hear the creak of a door opening, then it being slammed shut. Loudly.
'No. No. Please!' I want to shout but nothing comes out, not even a whimper. The screaming is all inside my head.
"Scarlet!" his voice booms, anger audible as his footsteps approach, descending from the second floor. The squeaking under his feet grows louder, the distance between us melting in his fast-paced rage.
I manage to gather as much of the remains of his food as I can in my violently trembling hands before jumping in fright when I hear the door bursting open with his forceful kick.
I see him standing just past the doorstep. His brooding presence - like toxin sprayed into the very air I breathe. His strong, muscled form is clothed in a pair of faded jeans, leaving his large torso on display.
Disgust. It's what I feel looking at him. Pure, unmasked revulsion. The end result of fear trumping along with my hatred.
We stand still, the tension so thick you can slice a knife through it. He stares at me as I peer at his bare feet on the tiled floor, not daring to meet the cruel eyes I can feel fixed on me.
"Where is she?" he growls. Ragged breaths are surging in then out of him.
Do not provoke him. Do not...
He takes a step closer, loudly sniffing the air like the animal he is.
"WHERE IS SHE?" he shouts, making me drop the food in my hands to cover my head with them, knowing what could follow.
That knowledge is ingrained in me.
"I don't know. I'm sorry, I really don't know, Alpha," I ramble, watching his feet advance towards me, bracing myself for the hard rain of his fists.
Is he finally going to hit me? Is it now that my nightmares will finally take substance?
Cowering away, I wish I could shrink my body so he won't be able to touch me and that's exactly when I feel his hand wrapping around my neck, causing electric shocks to travel down my spine.
Withdrawing as if burned by the touch. "What the hell?"
For the first time, I can't resist. I find myself glancing up before I can stop, looking straight into the eyes with the color of spring.
It's no longer just the skin on my palms bleeding but also my heart, bleeding out as my whole world crashes down on me with the realization that this man - this monster, the person I despise with everything in me - is my...
Mate.
(3) New Wolf
|Scarlet's POV|
The path I follow is
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