Chapter 14: "Don't cast pearls before swine"
Julius POV
Danny gives me a cup of hot tea as I sit on the porch of our house; the evening is quite chilly today. Come to think of it, I started spending time on my porch the day Danny came into my life. He smiles at me as always gently and I can't stop the warm sensation in my heart. That is what spending time in Danny's presence is giving me: peace and comfort.
The tension in the house is still there, but it seems as if all involved in the argument just keep staying calm as far away from each other. I haven't spoken with my uncle, and Brandon seems diligently busy with his work and only says we need some time to chill. But still, I soon become the Head Warrior again and somehow it feels strange for me to stay in this house, which is technically my uncle's.
"How is Brandon recently?" I choose to ask, and Danny sighs.
"Honestly, I have no idea, but he took it hard that he won't be a Head Warrior. I also talk with Preston, he doesn't intend to apologize but he doesn't feel too well about what he did."
"You are not going to ask about Trist?" I say, glancing at him, and Danny bites his lips.
"I'm curious; we are family. But I presumed that you will tell me when your mood is good and I just have to wait patiently."
He makes me touched, he is co careful with giving his support, and he never imposes himself on anyone no matter what.
"When I realized Madison is my mate she already had a reputation, she was younger than me and she turned eighteen during the summer we had here the joined training of warriors from different packs, including yours. She had gotten involved with one of Alphas' apparent heir to the pack, who was older than me and still hadn't found his mate. She presumed she was important enough or beautiful enough to be named a Luna of his pack, but he didn't care about her nor about the baby in her womb. When I found out she was mine and already pregnant, both of us weren't thrilled with it. I wanted to reject her, but since she was pregnant, I was worried that the rejection would harm her wolf and maybe kill her baby."
Danny moves a little closer as I take a big breath; I don't like to think about that time. No matter how much I deny it I felt humiliated especially when she told me that she was worth so much more than me, I felt humiliated by all the gossip that was going on. Danny puts his hand on mine, and it feels good, and I can continue speaking:
"Well, her Alpha-to-be kicked her on the ass when he heard about the baby. He had the guts to say that if I had made sure she would've gotten rid of her baby and next mate with her to spare him some trouble, he would pay me. Fucking bastard, we got into a fight, he almost killed me, but I managed to make him bleed a lot, too," I smirk, it gave a bang of satisfaction. "Natasha and your previous Alpha Mikkeli saved my ass. The jerk went extremely pissed off back to his pack."
Danny smirks too, hearing that, and raises his cup of tea:
"Here's to that," he giggles.
"He left Madison, and her parents weren't exactly happy with all the scandal and her conduct, and she... She begged me not to reject her, not to kill her baby, and she begged me for another chance. She had nowhere to go so I took her in, at first I wanted to reject her after the birth, but my wolf keep pushing to give this mating the chance. And I too felt divided, finally, I chose to try believing that she was young, she just made mistakes. And she tried at the beginning she really tried to make it work. When Trist was born, Drake instantly claimed him as ours, and it was the only moment I felt truly connected with her, and soon after we mated, but I've never marked her. But sex turned out to be the only part of our life we actually enjoyed and... My brother used to say that it would be better that she would finally settle down but the bond is sometimes just not enough."
"I didn't know that you had a brother," Danny says timidly. I wonder why?
"I don't talk about Luke with anybody; it's nothing personal, Danny," I say, gently holding his chin to make him look at me. "Madison is already a big scar, but my dead brother is still the fresh wound. Just like you, Danny, you also don't want to talk about this Jordan guy, although you told me about your birth parents."
His eyes become glossy, so I allow myself to caress his face gently, and he leans to my touch. When I take my hand back, I'm not happy. I want to touch him some more, but I know I can't because no matter how much I care for him, it is inappropriate. He is marked; they can have some problems now, but he chose Brandon, and I must respect that.
"I've never regretted taking responsibility for Tristan, never. But since everybody in the pack knew about his origins, I told him myself when he was four because I didn't want him to hear it from someone else. He is mine officially, and his sperm donor has no rights to him, no matter what. Since Madison left, she also hasn't tried to contact him, not even once. He was two years old, so he doesn't remember her," I finish this story with a bitter tone.
I won't lie when I say that Madison is the closed chapter for me. When I decided to reject her, Alyssa warned me that I risked killing my wolf and hers, maybe killing us both. Rejecting your true mate after mating is extremely risky, after marking impossible. But I didn't care, at that moment I was a walking corpse and deep down inside I was hoping that maybe the Goddess would hear my wishes and kill me, but I wasn't that lucky.
"You know that you are very strong, Julius, because you survived so much, and yet you are still standing," Danny whispers.
I look at him, especially at his soft lips, and I have to fight so strongly not to do something stupid, something I won't be able to turn back no matter what.
"By the end of the week Trist and I will move out to Chen's house, he has already agreed. This is my uncle's house and I shouldn't stay here until we clear things between us." I say in a neutral tone.
Danny looks at me sadly, he is so pure that of course, he has no idea about the real reason. I'm getting too attached to him. I'm getting too involved. And if Brandon is going to make it right as he promised I can't stay here, they need space to make it right.
Danny POV
TRIGGER WARNING
It's too quiet in the house since Julius and Trist moved out, not that I spend so much time in the house recently. I'm busy with the mural because in two weeks we have a celebration and it should be ready by that time and since I miss Trist so I have to find time to see him daily and I miss Julius, although he seems to avoid me, and I don't know why, but I miss him too.
I avoid Brandon; I'm aware of it. I don't ask about his late-night returns to the house, we only engage in casual chit-chat when I take care of house chores and he mostly watches TV. My mate has worked a lot recently because, apparently, he decided to prove to everybody that Alpha didn't give him justice when she decided not to entrust him with Head Warrior's position. Staying together, we keep drifting away, and what worries me is that I feel no eagerness to make it stop, to change something.
I also call my family less and less because I don't want to lie. I keep repeating that I'm happy over and over again, and it makes me tired. Plus I promised Terry to not say about him so when I talk with my mother I feel guilty that I withhold such important information from her.
As I finish arranging the plates in the cupboards Brandon enters the house. It's late, knowing the training schedule for the warriors I'am perfectly aware that he wasn't training. I don't ask him where he was, so he doesn't need to lie. I may not have a wolf, but I'm not stupid, and I guess Fiona enjoys those small presents she leaves for me, like the lipstick on my mate's shirt. So that's why I don't ask because I don't want to face it and I'm afraid of another confrontation.
Brandon sits by the table as I give him his supper without any word, he looks for it for a moment but moves the plate aside and grabs my hand pulling me closer.
"Bend over the table," he whispers seductively, and it makes me shiver, but not because I'm happy.
"Maybe not today, I..."
His grip on my hand gets harder as he spits angrily:
"Maybe not today? Like yesterday and the day before, I'm tired of your mood swings; you are not pregnant, so stop behaving as a hormonal bitch. I'm in a good mood today; don't ruin it. Now bend over the table, and stop pissing me off."
I gulp as he lets go of my hand. I'm scared, I don't want to be, that feeling is disgusting and yet I'm so scared I don't dare to protest any longer. But I guess I take too long to fulfill his demands cause he stands up and quite roughly presses me over the table and yanks my clothes down. He stands behind me and pushes two fingers into my entrance. No lube and he is too fast, so it stings, and I have to bite my lips not to whimper.
He enters me too quickly, and I'm not ready, so it hurts. I dig my nails into the table; it usually takes him around fifteen minutes, and I can endure that much. He grips my hips hard as he starts pounding into me, my muscles are tense, and I try to relax them but it's not easy.
"Brandon, slower, it hurts," I whisper, but not only does he not, but he also yanks my head up by my hair so he can suck my mark. My neck and back are in pain because of this position, and the fact that he keeps a quick pace doesn't make it easier for me; his lips on my mark don't give me any pleasure this time.
"Fuck, you are so tight," he says letting off my mark and pulling out, he didn't spill so I know he hasn't finished yet, as he turns me around so I'm lying on my back. He puts one of my legs on his shoulder as he enters me again, one more time he moves his hips fast. He also holds a hand on my neck so I can't move, not that I want to move. I grip the table with my hands and close my eyes. I don't want to look at him.
I prefer when he is behind me and I don't have to look at him, when he is on top of me it reminds me too much of Jordan. He looked at me exactly the same way Brandon does; every time, he made me suck him. So recently I do the same thing with Brandon I did with Jordan, I switch off my mind and patiently wait for it to be over.
Suddenly I feel a strong bite on my shoulder, making me jerk and try to push Brandon off of me but his teeth get only deeper into my flesh, I'm sure I'm bleeding. I feel Bruce and he seems angry, actually, I get scared even more. Usually sensing Brandon's wolf makes me feel safer but not today, Bruce seems agitated and intimidated. Brandon growls slightly not only not lessening his teeth grip on my shoulder but also pounding into me harder, it hurts as if he rips me in two. I feel tears in my eyes as I struggle not to scream. I'm sure I'm bleeding from my entrance, too, but I don't dare try to push him again.
The table rocks like crazy as he pushes into me deeper and faster. I feel the pain inside me only intensify but I'm unable to move because he lies on top of me, he has never before pounded into me so fast. This time, it takes him longer than fifteen minutes.
He finishes and lets go of me panting hard, I see his eyes shifting back and forth like crazy, something is wrong, I know that, but he doesn't say anything. He just sits next to the table and starts eating his supper. I gulp, and slowly, because my legs are shaking and I'm in pain, I lift myself from the table. The bite wound on my shoulder isn't deep but bleeds quite a lot; I see my mate's seed mixed with my blood dripping down my inner thighs as I slowly limp in the direction of the bathroom.
Something is wrong I know that Bruce shouldn't be able to hurt me, so why now, what changed?
As I finish cleaning myself, more eagerly than normal, and leave the bathroom I notice Brandon sitting in front of the TV, there is no reaction to my presence. It's late, but I just can't stay here; I must be somewhere else. My whole body is still shaking, and I feel like I can start asphyxiating any time soon. Brandon doesn't stop me as I leave the house and go directly into the woods. It's late and dark but I don't care, I just walk. I don't want to think about anything; I don't want to feel anything.
The light howl coming from the woods makes me stop walking. I look around, and I see Drake coming from who knows where. Was he watching my house and following me quietly here? He crawls closer to me, whimpering slightly and looking at me as if he was in pain. I break and fall on my knees as I wrap my hands around him and start sobbing, hiding my face in his thick fur. He starts licking the wound on my shoulder. I haven't noticed that I left the house barefoot and wearing only my pajama pants.
The sense of care and comfort he is giving me only makes me cry harder. That's not how it supposed to be, I shouldn't feel like a trapped animal ever again. My mate should be my comfort, not the main reason I look for it from others.
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