Everything About Him Was Just, Unfair

Goddammit, I should've brought that jacket! I cursed mentally as my back hit the cold pillar. 

He stood incredibly close to my face, so much so that, I could feel his cold minty breath. From a faraway window came very little light but it was enough for me to be able to see his face. Not clearly, but it was visible.

His jaw was tightly clenched and his eyebrows formed a crease as those thunderous orbs continued to glare harshly at me. 

"You infuriate me," He whispered huskily. His voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand.

"I'd like nothing more than for you to leave me alone." I said trying to seem unaffected. 

"Oh, but I'm not nearly done with you, Ada," He lowered his head onto my neck and I couldn't move for the life of me. 

I hated myself for not having control of my own body. He grazed the base of my neck with his nose creating a fiery path up to my jaw, igniting a tingling sensation wherever his skin met mine. 

My eyes rolled back into my head on their own record as a pleasurable sensation inhabited my gut.

He revisited the same path, stopping where my shoulder met my neck. He brushed his lips against the spot and I involuntarily arched my back, leaning into him. His lips pressed to the spot and I involuntarily tilted my head, relishing the feel of utter bliss but the extremity of foreignness to the whole predicament made me come to my senses.

Without so much as a second thought, I freed my hands from his grasp and pushed his chest. And with absolute certainty, I knocked my head onto his to create some much needed space between us. 

The nanosecond it took him to gain balance, I backed him against the wall behind. Eddy's head slammed into it, causing the painting hanging on the wall to jerk from the impact.

He grunted in pain. "I-" I didn't let him finish by jabbing a silver pocket knife in his chest. Swiftly pulling the knife out, I dashed down the hallway. 

My feet moved faster as I heard him nearing me. But all the panic to outrun him left my body as soon as I spotted a large kitchen at some floor lower than my room. Obliging to my very hungry stomach I strutted to the refrigerator. 

Just as I was about to reach the door, my mate sneaked up behind me. Alarmed, I tripped on my own feet and tumbled towards the refrigerator. To gain my balance I threw my arms around it and hugged the appliance as if my life depended on it. Now if that doesn't show my love for food, I don't know what does.

I felt him hovering over me from behind. The moonlight scattered over a small portion in front of the refrigerator so it felt like the spotlight was being beaming at me as I turned around to face him.

A hard frown line was encroached on his somber face. He came closer backing me up against the cooling appliance. I stubbornly remained fixed on the floor, unmoving. He came even more close, taking another step in the minute space between us. Next came his arm beside my head as if daring me to escape. 

"Don't fucking run from me," He whispered hoarsely,  lowering his head to my eye level.

"Or what?" I challenged, my stomach twisting in a sickly pleasurable way.

He suprised me by saying, "I'd like it too much." 

I rendered speechless under his lustful gaze. My mouth dry, unable to form coherent remarks until those burning amber eyes returned to their natural ashy state.

"Interesting choice of clothing," He remarked humorlessly, his eyes flitting momentarily down to the red shorts. The cold grey orbs didn't faze me when they matched my gaze again, glaring at me as if wishing for my cruel death.

"What can I say, I make a statement in everything I wear," I bit back.

I glared at him just as maliciously ignoring how those stormy orbs shone under the moonlight. How the pearly light casted a shadow over half his face yet couldn't conceal his beauty. From the slopes of his cheekbones to the bridge of his nose, resembled a statue carved by angels in heaven. A faint scar ran through one of his otherwise perfectly arched eyebrows, which I envied. Everything about him was just, unfair.

The longer he looked at me the more exposed I felt. It was as if he could see past the glare I was bearing him, the angst I had, the hollowness, the fear, the loss, the sadness and most of all, hate.

I hated him from every fiber of my being. 

I wasn't the only one feeling exposed though, the ashy beads too were eager to mask whatever went on in his head with anger. But I could see, I saw his weak moments, him wanting to succumb to the mate bond, pondering over the idea of apologising, but they went away as quickly as they came. 

The very next moment he was ten feet away from me, all the kitchen cabinet doors swinging open from the sudden gust of wind.

"Sheila!" I exclaimed as I found her standing on the other side of the counter with her hand raised in the air from the enchantment she just performed. She was still in the same clothes from the airport just their state was disheveled. Her hair was sticking in all the directions, more or less she looked worn out. She looked up from the ground towards my attacked mate. Eddy got back up on his feet in no time. Sheila in return muttered something in a foreign language which made him instantly fall to the ground, unconscious. 

"Are you okay?" I asked walking over to her. She nodded and smiled at me meekly. "What'd you do to him?" I questioned nodding my head towards Creed. 

"Not much," She answered curtly. "For now," She added after a moment and her lips pulled into a sinister smirk. I found myself grinning sadistically too. 

"If my calculations are correct, his bitches should be here any minute now", I said scanning the area for danger. From the open window a fresh breeze which smelled like wet grass and mud swept my hair over my face. I pushed my untamable waist length locks behind my shoulder to see to whom the noisy feet I had heard brought in the kitchen. 

From behind a pillar peeked a young girl with a familiar pair of grey eyes, just a lot more lively than you-know-whose. The skinny girl had a pixie cut or maybe her boy cut grew out. A grey stuffed bunny glued to her chest. From under the hem of her dress peeped a barely hidden furry animal, a gorgeous amber-eyed Husky. The husky was a little taller than the girl and looked as alert as ever. 

The little girl threw me a puzzled look cocking her head to the side. Her heart shaped lips apart as she stared at the unconscious figure of her- I don't what he is to her. 

I hope not father, piped in Amara.

Amara, I huffed, I can't with you.

Oh you can, alright. She purred, ugh.

Now who's the pig?

I am your wolfie, she huffed and left.

"Hi", I greeted hesitantly. "Is-is he your brother?" I questioned softly to which she nodded slowly. She observed me with wide eyes before veering away to her brother with the husky trailing behind. Well the siblings share the no speaking trait.

The husky stood above the knocked out figure and growled lowly. The little girl crouched down to examine him closely still holding her soft toy. I found a switch board and turned on a dim light revealing a chicly done kitchen. All the cabinets were grey in color accentuating the black marble of the slabs, counter and the floor. I turned to Sheila, "Let's get you cleaned up." I pointed towards the dried blood on her face. She smiled at me and proceeded towards the sink. 

"What's your name?" I asked nearing the child. Her back facing me, she stood up while her four legged friend looked at me goofily. She turned  to me, running a hand through her midnight hair which were so dark that under the moonlight appeared blue. 

"Evelynn", She answered after a moment. The husky howled as if reminding her to introduce him too. She turned to him with a stoic expression and damn, she looked exactly like her brother. The husky shut up as soon as he caught the look on her face. "And this is Kong", She gestured to the husky. Kong howled happily and came to me to pet him with a big fat smile on his face. I patted his head and scratched his throat and he growled playfully as if saying, that's the spot.

"So you're the sister, huh?" Sheila questioned in a dark tone coming up beside me. She dried her hands with a towel while all of us stood above the unconscious form of my mate.

"Did you do this to my brother?" Evelynn asked in a small but stern voice. Sheila kneeled down to Evelynn's eye level and placed her hand on the side of Evelynn's face. The gesture resembled that of a mother just that Sheila's intentions weren't as pure. Sheila, although looked like was staring at Evelynn, was performing a spell.

"You should sleep now," She whispered hoarsely to the child.