chapter 13

"Elara!'' Lucas called out. He walked in, ordering the guards to leave.

" What?'' I asked, clenching my fist.

"My sister tells me you two met.''

"Is that a question or a statement!'' I answered, meeting his eyes in defiance. His gaze grew darker as he walked towards me. I decided not to give him the advantage, and i stepped off the bed and down the the floor. My hieght compared to him was relatively short, and it made me look up at him like a thing stuck on the ceiling.

"Don't take that tone with me!'' His command was swift as he looked down at me. He brought his fingers towards my neck, and i snapped them away.

"You don't get to match back here and act like everything is okay. You're not a fucking child. Stop throwing tantrums and j..."

Suddenly i was picked up off my feet and pushed against the wall gently, yet in a way that scared me. His hands were tight aroud my neck as he forced me to look at him. His body pressed up against mine, causing me to invaluntary borrow some of that body heat seemed to take control of me so much.

"Don't take that tone with me!'' He repeated in a calm gentle voice. "You might be my mate, but you are not excempted, anyone who disrespects me sha..."

"Shall have their heads cut off?'' I clued in, gripping his wrist and trying to force it further against my neck. "Come on Lucas, kill me. You'll be doing me a favour anyway.''

He looks at me like he'd seen a ghost, he remains silent for a couple more seconds. His eyes don't leave mine, and neither do I back down.

"Elara!''

"I don't care what you want to tell me! I don't care what threats you have in place. You're not the only one here that has feelings.'' I spoke with a high tone.

"Feelings? You think i care about stupid feelings getting hurt?'' He spoke with an indiffrence.

"You don't care about my feelings?'' I asked, trying to hide the hurt behind my eyes.

"No i dont. And I aslso dont have feelings as you seem to presume. I am the Lycan King, little one. All i have to go on are primale insticts and a beast i can't control. You think i have time to think about feelings?'' He pressed my neck tighter, looking at me, as if he was offended. He pressed his head towards my neck and sniffed. I was begining to despise the behaviour.

He slammed his fist against the wall beside me, causing me to scream with fear as he suddenly let me go. This time however, i maintained my balance.

"I want you and my sister to get to know each other.'' He let out as he faced the other side, not looking at me for some reason. Had he finally shyed away?

"Im not going to play friendly with your sister just because you want me to. And i am tired of you keeping me here. Locking me in this room.'' I shouted, feeling nauseous just at the thought of it.

"Fucking Stop Elara!'' He grunted, but he still did not meet my eyes and neither did he turn his back around.

"Do you even know what it feels to be trapped inside a room while i constantly have to vomit every morning?'' I spoke, moving closer to him. "Do you know what it feels to find comfort and fresh air only by standing next to the balcony, because for some reason. you've sealed that off as well.''

I wanted to scream and shout and let out all my frustrations.

"I want space, Lucas. I want to be allowed to move around. To breath without having someone watch over my neck.''

"You're still healing Elara!'' He spoke in a low tone.

"And you're the one who hurt me.'' My words were strangled and painful. Just the thought of how his claws had hug into me make me afraid again. Afraid to be in his presence, afraid to be in a room with him.

"I apologized for that.''

"And you expected it to magically go away? You expected me to forget what you've done immediately just cause you said sorry?'' I scoffed, hating the sheer audacity that he had to say those words and not even face me.

"And what about what just happened 45 minutes ago. Any sorry for that?''

He hang his shoulder, he remained silent. I walked towards him, trying to calm how quickly my heart was beating because of my anger.

I walked infront of him and looked into his eyes. I could see the storm of emotion behind them. So much for a man who claims he has no feelings.

The flicker between his normal dark eyes and a golden color make me realize what had been happening.He was fighting his Lycan. Trying to keep control.

I looked into his eyes, and I realized that right now was the moment i needed.

I dropped to my knees, watching how he stared at me with confusion. I took his hand with hesitation, i fought the tears that threatened to spill.

I took his hand and placed it on top of my head, and inhalled deeply, before letting out those words.

"Reject Me!!!'' It felt freeing to say it. It felt like a load had been lifted from my shoulders. The burden of having people remind me that i was weak and not good enough for the Lycan King himself would end. I would be free. Free from this slavery and expectation. Free from this burdening role of being a horrible man's mate. I would be a rogue. I can survive on my own with my baby, right?

"What?'' His word came out broken, doubtful.

"Reject me, Lucas.'' I repeated. "No need to be tied down to someone who brings your family name to shame. You'll be free, Not with a weak person. You can choose a mate for yourself Lucas. Like you should have done four hundred years ago.''

"Why are you saying this? What would make you think th..."

"Reject me, Lycan King Lucas Morretti. Please, I plead with you.''

The air was damp, tensed. I felt like the world around me revolved, thrusting me into a dark hole I could not get out of. But this was the only was i could be free.

I bowed my head, leaving those dark intense eyes that stared at me with a thousand emotions.

Suddenly the sounds of the heavy doors opening caught both our attention. I turned to look, knowing that no one would dare enter the room without being summoned by my mate. They would loose their head for it. It was not a mistake anyone would take lightly.

When Sabrina strolls through those doors, with a big smile on her face, i though my life was over. Yet, it wasn't even the worse that happened. Behind her was a man and a woman, dressed in traditional attire, older, probably in their late fifties or sixties.

"Do it son!'' The man said, addressing Lucas. Sabrina stared down at me for a second, her facial expressions adamant to the obvious hatred she now had for me. I wasn't sure what to think or say, and I certainly wasn't going to back down.

The whole family was here, and they supported my rejection.

"Reject Me, Lucas Morretti!'' I spoke, but my eyes were fixed on Sabrina, making sure she felt the utter disrespect when I regarded her brother by name and not title, despite how undeserving she felt i was.

The room fell silent, the family stared down at the both of us, and it all, rested in Lucas' hands.

It was all very simple, just a declaration of rejection and I would be mateless.

Is this what i wanted? Of couse, it should be.

But why did my life suddenly flash before my eyes. Why did it seem like Lycan King Lucas Morretti was the best thing that happened to me?

Was i damning myself by demanding for this rejection?

Only time would tell. Right now. the ball was in his court.

Was he going to finally reject me?