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Maeve's P. O. V

"She's waking up!"

"Should we drug her again, doctor?"

My head pounded furiously and I drifted in and out of my consciousness much to my chagrin. I tried to make more sense out of what they were saying but I couldn't. Anyhow, I wasn't letting myself get drugged again so I summoned my powers and tried to hold unto to them like a rope to stabilize myself.

     Clearing away my drowsiness, I opened my eyes and cleared my gaze before directing it straight at the person before me.

      He was in his early twenties and had this innocence about him- With light brown eyes, dark brown curls and slender stature, anyone could know he didn't have the courage to kill anyone. But he's holding a syringe of only Goddess-knows-what. His fault, not mine- I concluded and glared at him.

     He was breathing hard as the syringe in his hands fell out of his grip. He scooted back hurrily and tried to get away from me but I pinned him with my glare  and restricted him from moving.  He struggled with my compulsion but I pushed through it anyways and he stilled in seconds, But not before projecting my last thought towards him.

    "Even if you're holding a syringe and I feel threatened, I'm doing this to protect my self. And thank you for healing me and providing me with the antidote to the wolfsbane." I saw his eyes flicker with surprise before stilling.

     Tearing my gaze away from him, I reached out for the bundle of white beside me to check if she was okay and she was. My gaze snapped to the men before me and I growl threateningly at them, smirking in satisfaction when they jump back.

     The distinct smell of the most delicious scent had me momentarily stunned and I paused. Keane's head piped up and so did mania who normally slept through everything in the back of my mind. Mania growled and started pacing and I became alert. Any thing that made Mania get up wasn't surely good. But why then did the scent make me weak in the knees?

      The scent got closer and although, I felt like that wasn't the real deal, it still unerved me and I couldn't determine if I found it appealing or threatening.

      I hated anything that had to do with emotions, they weakened you.

      But Mania didn't seem to share the same wariness and distaste because I saw her tail wag in my mind and she spoke and it surprised me so much that I jumped, taking the guards by surprise and they pointed the silver coated bullet-loaded guns at me and I rolled my eyes before informing them casually.

      "What's that gonna do? Silver bullets bounce off of me."

       "Oh yeah? Let's experiment that, your royal cockiness." A dark haired guards sneered at me before glancing hesitantly at the frozen doctor beside me.

    "What did you do to him?"

    "What I could do to you all in seconds." I snapped back and leaned my head against the slimy cell walls and tried to ignore the way the chains on my hands and legs grated on my skin. I just lay there and let Mania's words sink in.

     "Black licorice, coffee and dark chocolate. Mate."

   I could also feel Keane's surprise but I blocked out everything as the person that seemed to carry this disturbing scent, stopped in front of the cell where I was kept.

      I didn't feel any mate pull but the scent affected me but now he was closer, I could smell something intertwined and I knew the person wasn't my mate. I smelt rain in the mix and it felt wrong. A sibling, maybe?

       My cell opened and a man steps in. His tall frame took up my line of sight and I had to crane my neck up to take in all of him. His eyes were the first thing I noticed- It was blue mixed with green and could be any of the two colours, depending on the lighting of the room. Some inches beneath his eyes were pointed and a proud looking nose accompanied by full red lips, then broad shoulders and a bulky frame.

      His eyes squinted as he smiled at me, dimples peaked through his cheeks and the only thing I could do was laugh.

      I laughed for a full one minute before looking up to the man who now had an amused twinkle in his eyes as he looked down at me.  He ran his fingers through his dark curls and asked as soon as I regained myself.

     "What's so funny, pretty?"

    I immediately noticed I wasn't wearing my hood and sighed mentally. "Nothing. You just look like a huge teddy bear."

      He tipped his head back and laughed for a long while making my lips tip up towards a smile. I haven't laughed in years or smiled. I don't know why I felt this connection to this man.

     "I'm the King's younger brother- Dimitri Romanov and I'm sorry we met under this circumstances. And I know you probably know why I can't take you away from here right now. But when my brother arrives, we could work something out."

    I smile a little at him and ask, "Why do you want to free me?" I was puzzled, he didn't even know me. "What if I was a killer? Which I am, to be frank. But what if I was the the worse kind- a hunter of my own kind or a deranged wolf? I mean all I did was laugh immediately I saw you. "

    He smiled and turned to leave. "You're not. I feel your aura and you're not entirely evil. Besides, I like you." And with that, he strolled out leaving me to wonder. Not entirely evil? Pfft, he didn't even know me. He'd be trembling if he knew who I was.

     Keane nudged me and I looked at her, she motioned to the front of the cell and I looked to see that the guards had taken the doctor away and left peacefully. I wondered why I hadn't already been tortured half to death but I remembered hearing that the the king wasn't around.

    "We have to leave before he comes back." Keane reasons with me and I nod in agreement but Mania protests.

    "Mate is here somewhere."

  "We have no mate." I growled at her and she whimpers before blocking us from her. I rolled my eyes but deep down, I was concerned for her. She had never showed any emotion except for intense rage, rage, some more rage, occasional insanity, happiness which came from killing, happiness with Keane and I- her family, then some more rage, pride, indifference, more insanity again but never weakness or sadness, Mania had never whimpered in my 12 years of knowing her since I shifted at 8.

      "Mania..?" I try but she blocked us out. I cursed out and slammed my hand on the wall, making it crack under the force of my brutality and attracting the attention of the guards.

    Keane nudged me as if to say, "calm down."

    I breathed out and tried to control my fury before I set this kingdom on fire.  My wolves and I have never been divided, we never fought over choices. We went with the flow, I wasn't used to being tied down and Mania hated anything that didn't have to do with blood, Keane only argued with me about merging and other silly stuffs but we've never truly wanted two different things, my wolves and I. Not to talk of something so serious as taking a mate.

Though it's just something you take, it's something that has been chosen for you before you were born. And it angered me, I hated being tamed or forced to go along with someone else's plan and that someone else was fate right now.

I hated him or her.

And I hated my mate for standing in my way.

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