Caught in his embrace
Xyra's viewpoint
The hard part was over, now it was time to shift back. There was no way in hell I was going to let him have the satisfaction of seeing my naked bones. Of course, I wanted him to feel guilty, but not with my tiny boobs and bums on the line.
‘Can someone come over and give me something to wear?! There is no way I'm shifting back and letting this fool see the skeleton I call body!’ I shouted to the telepathic conversation the girls were having. I can swear I heard April giggle.
‘Maybe you should let him, so he'll feel guilty,’ Zeph suggested. Of course it was a great idea, but I gasped because you know, tiny boobs.
‘Yes! Of course! Show him my dry boobs because I want him to see my skeleton. Oh, what a wonderful idea, Zeph.’ I said with mock excitement.
‘I'm on my way,’ Moira laughed. ‘I'll bring dad's pants for him too?’
‘Please do. Do not let my holy eyes behold sin.’
April laughed through the link, a laugh that made the destroyed grass around me grow. Her powers had gotten stronger.
‘I'll be at the house in the morning to check on you.’
‘Better bring some sweet offering because I feel like I'm going to lose my mind!’
True and not true. His lycan nudged Majesty again, asking her to shift back. He already let her up but she was sitting down quietly, wagging her tail and ignoring him. He growled again and nudged her. She looked behind a tree and then back to him. He huffed in understanding and turned his back to her. Majesty stood up and strutted to the tree, not that it could cover her, but it could cover me. She handed the control back to me and returned to the back of my mind.
"Finally," I breathed, "where's Moira?" As if wanting to answer my question, I heard a twig snap. She had arrive and from the footsteps I heard running away, dad carried her close enough and dropped her.
"Xyra, I'm here," she announced.
"Behind this tree," I called out. I flinched when she screamed with fright. "Calm down, it's only my mate, he won't harm you," I sighed. She kept screaming. He puffed and rushed out of the scene. I stuck my head out, she was still screaming with buckling knees. "Will you calm down!"
"M…m…m…m…" I took the risk and ran forward with my speed, snatch the clothes from her and went behind the tree. I swiftly pulled the shorts over my hips, wore the sport bra and the big shirt she got me. I came out, matched over to her and slapped her left cheek.
"Stop screaming!" She stopped and rubbed her cheek with a groan.
"Sorry, I couldn't turn the scream off," she groaned, "thanks, but you didn't have to slap me,"
"Yes, she needed to," I froze, my hands still on my hips. Every air on my body stood up in reaction to his voice and the fact that he might be naked. Chill ran down my spine as the goosebumps shook me a little, like a slight shiver. "Calm down, I'm not naked,"
I turned around slowly and looked at him with dim eyes. He was putting on dad's sweatpants. I laughed nervously. "Yeah, I knew that,"
"It's late, let's head back to the house," Moira spluttered, her cheeks red from sheepishness. She quickly turned around to hide her face as she coughed.
What's her problem?
I figured it out when I turned back to find out if he was glaring at my friend, only to come face to face with his chest. Unlike the first time, I wasn't fascinated, I was shocked. He had grown lean as well, not skeleton thin like me, just 'I haven't been living well' thin. I wasn't the only one who was affected by what happened.
"You are sleeping here, don't come into my father's house," I huffed, spun around and began strutting out of the forest.
I screamed as I was suddenly grabbed by the hips and flung onto his shoulder. My face smacked his back and my hair whipped his legs, but that didn't stop him. I was going to flip us over when Majesty said, "oh no you don't", and took away all her strength and locked my own powers.
Somehow, my wolf had always been the one holding my powers, like a weight that sits upon it to help me balance it. I had the powers, but she helped me hold it so it wouldn't be too much for me to handle.
I screamed and kicked and thrashed all the way back to the house, but he wouldn't let go. Moira was mocking me throughout, the traitorous female I called friend, walked behind us as she made faces at me and mocked me with her silent laugh.
"I said put me down! This isn't dignified!" He paid no attention to my frantic and humiliated screams. The wolves close by could see me being carried home after losing. Sure, they knew I almost won, but did he have to carry me in that manner?
I frowned at Majesty's cold but true words. I should be grateful indeed. Normally after the chase, the lycan would mark the mate as a sign of dominance, but he didn't. His lycan marked me on my shoulder, temporarily. Then the other fact, it would happen anyways. A sick feeling settled in my stomach when it dawned on me that I would have to open my legs for him to complete the mating, and learn to love and be happy with him. It wasn't a matter of choice, I didn't have it.
Why would I conclude on that? Good question. He won the chase, so my wolf already submitted to him. Two, I would have to let him mark me at some point. Lycans can't go on for long without marking their erasthasis if found. It would make them moody and violent. Three, I was already feeling calm and free around him, signs of growing affection. I was also more worried about what he had gone through during the weeks instead of seething over what he made me go through. And finally, I was a freaking werewolfess! Heat would catch up to me. I could never escape that one, except if I wanted to constantly bear pain upon pain or open my legs for someone else. Either way, I end up in the same position… Under him.
"You won, I agree, but what is this for?!" My lips moved, but I was no longer paying attention. My heat was delayed by the depression, but since it was settled, it would return soon. Or maybe I was lucky enough to get my heat after a month or two.
He slapped my ass again, causing a loud gasp to escape my lips from the feel of spark that shot through my body and into a place it shouldn't. "Did you just smack me?! That is a whole new level of personal space violation! Do you know it's a crime? Absolute treason! You cannot touch a woman when she does not permit you!" Please, don't touch me again, "now I command you to put me down!" He had the audacity to smack my butt again, because he knew what he was doing to me.
"Daddy!"
Okay, what? That's not right.
He walked into the house with Moira laughing evilly, a silent evil laughter that was meant to spite me. Moira betrayed me. She was choosing him over me… Okay, it wasn't like that, but it was better picturing it that way.
"Don't just stand there, Moira, do something!"
"I am doing something, see?" She stuck her tongue out to me. I scoffed, not because of her, but because he chuckled and only I heard it.
"I knew you would betray me from that moment at the ball. How could you…"
She snubbed me. "Oomph! Hey! That was rude!" He had thrown me on the ground like a prisoner or worse, a sack of prison potatoes.
"Xyra, stop screeching before you blow up our eardrums," mum's tone was a warning. She had a fight with dad so she was on edge and I wasn't going to take his punishment in the name of throwing an unreasonable tantrum. So I folded my legs and kept my big mouth shut.
I saw the corner of his lips twitch before he raised his victory glimmering eyes away from me and onto someone behind me. He narrowed his eyes, tossing away the amusement once seated there. His gaze was frightening and Zeph was the victim. I couldn't let him continue to scare the wit out of my friend, so I stood up and kicked his right shin, a weak kick.
"Stop scaring my friend," and he ignored me! He took one glance at me and decided I wasn't worth his time.
"You changed your looks so he wouldn't recognise you?" He growled, wanting to scare my best friend.
"I shift body and power to remove his mark," Zeph gushed out with fear. He went as far as growling. He would make Zeph pass out at that rate. Zeph was strong, brave, but she had been initiated into the shifter society, so it was normal to be afraid of those with higher power.
"You sent my friend into a two weeks coma! How dare you!"
I moved from the spot I stood so I could stand in front of him and distract and make him feel guilt as well. "And how dare you turn me into a skeleton," I poked his chest as I spoke, "have you seen what you did to me? Just look," I grabbed the hem of my shirt and hitched it high but not enough to completely dispose of it. "Look at me! I had flesh when I met you, but now I am nothing but bones!"
Tears prick the back of my eyes as I looked down at my own body. It was really bad. His wasn't bad so that was not fair. A small whimper left his mouth and his lycan temporarily came out before he went back in. I lowered my shirt and rolled the sleeves up to my arms so he would see the sticks I call hands. I moved to pull the collar of the shirt down, so he would see my neck. He stepped back a little with guilt ridden face.
Good for him.
"There, you succeeded in almost killing me, you happy? Compare the me you met and the me you are seeing now," I hissed as I resumed poking his chest again. I wasn't hissing because I was angry, even though I was. But because I was worried that his muscles had reduce too and he had more scars plastered allover his torso. He must have gotten hurt and his lycan refused to heal him.
"I have never reduced this much before, but I did because my wolf was in pain so I was in pain. I did not eat, I did not sleep, and I made people kill themselves because I was depress and wished you death. So don't fucking try to act like a saint by trying to scare my best friend. Your friend had it coming when he marked her without her permission!"
"I'm sorry," he whispered, "it wasn't easy on me too,"
"Obviously," I almost screech, "where are all the thick muscles I fell in… Er… Saw the other day? Sure, there are still here but reduced before you grew thin too. You haven't slept a wink or even eaten anything since I left, have you?" He shook his head sadly. Majesty started to whimper from the thought of her mate not eating any food for almost a month. We might not have eaten well, but we weren't foolish enough to not take food.
"Men, why are they so stubborn?" I sighed with a shake of my head.
"Tell me about it," mum butt in, "they want something and won't just get it because of their ridiculous pride,"
Oh, she was still mad.
"Hey, why is this topic turning towards me? I already apologised, didn't I?" I tuned them out and paid attention to my mate's torso. Majesty was pacing around and murmuring about how she needs to take care of him, and I agreed. I could smack myself for my foolishness, but I couldn't stop myself from caring.
"Xyra honey," mum called, "you were both affected by the separation, even if you emaciated more. Why don't you both get some sleep? Then you can stay here for a couple of days so I can fatten you up…"
"I have to return to my throne," even I didn't agree with mum. I didn't want her to baby me, and I wanted to return looking like bones too, so they would know it affected me. If I return fat, how was I supposed to justify the coldness I would show him once back? Or at least, hope to show him.
"Then you can stay here for a couple of days, so I can fatten you up," mum repeated with a sweet smile. Point of correction, threatening smile, and my mate kept his mouth shut—smart man. Lulana suddenly leapt across the room and dragged the waistband on his pants.
"Can you sleep in my room, please?" She pleaded adorably. He raised his helpless and pleading gaze to me.
I shrugged. "Oh, you think because you caught me means I've forgiven you and would let you come anywhere close to my room? Hell no, better accept any offer you see. I'm tired, goodnight family." I waved them off dismissively and walked out of the living room to get some sleep. I had a long life ahead of me, and that was just the start.