chapter 11

Elara's POV

"You..You're, You're the Lycan King's sister?'' I stuttered, suddenly feeling a wave of fear take over me.

"Yeah. I don;t get why he did not tell you i was coming. I was to come weeks ago but he said he hasn't found you yet.''

"Found me?'' I asked as we shook hands, meeting her eyes for a brief second. The resemblance in them however was not same. She did not have Lucas' eyes. I'd seen her eyes somewhere. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Yeah, after you guys fucked he said you ran.'' She said effortlessly. "You're the first girl who's ever not asked for more or begged my brother to stay. You actually run from him.''

I was not sure what i was suppost to say. And talking about intimate moments with my mate's sister did not sound too good. I wasn't even comfortable talking about sex with Lucas himself, even though it was the only thing he thought about.

"It's nice to meet you Sabrina.'' I let out as i smiled poilitely. She moved back to seat on the bed space beside me, she touched my hair, brushing it gently as she talked.

"Father wasn't so happy about this though,'' she quipped, "He doesn't like you and he thinks your pregnancy is a sham.''

I looked up at her, my eyebrows furrowed as i tried to comprehend the true meaning of her words.

"Don't be scared silly, i'll protect you.'' She said calmly, "I won't let father kill you.''

"Kill me?'' I let out a gasp.

"It's a traditional welcome in the family. Any change is never taken well in the Moretti family. He'd have hated you even if you weren't pregnant. This only justifies him.''

I got up from the bed, pulling myself away from her arms as i stepped down. All of this was way to confusing. The Lycan King had a family. And my mate's father wanted to kill me.

"He doesn't even know me , why would he hate someone he barely knows.'' I asked, as i started pacing around the room, ignoring the pounding pain in my head from dizziness.

"Father says you're a gold digger!'' She chuckled. I looked at her, feeling rather frozen in the moment, that did not even make sense.

"I may have lived a horrible life without privilege of love, family or equality, but i assure you that i am not here because of your brother's wealth or status.''

"Not that silly," She quiped. "It's for the immotality clause.''

"The what?'' I shouted, as I walked towards the bed.

She stared at me, not saying another word. Something told there was much i did not know about being mated to a lycan king. What did this have to do with anything? I was going to run once im healed, right? Because my mate is a crazy man who kills anyone for disrespecting me and has a beast for a wolf. He cannot control his transformtions or the person he becomes in Lycan form.

There is a thousand reasons why i should run. But why can't I? Why am I always drawn to the dangerous allure he brings and the paralyzing aura of toxic demand and forced submission.

Sabrina walks over to me, strolling carefully like she had the rest of the world waiting on her. I on the other hand felt rather scared. There was something about her that was scary. Fear like this was shared with my mate as well. It had to be because of their Lycan nature. A lycan wolf, whether a she wolf or not, whether a king or not, was still more powerful than a normal werewolf Alpha.

"Hmm, My brother has kept you in the dark about everything.'' She explains, walking around me. She starts playing with my hair in her fingers before her hand swirled around my waist from behind, pulling me close to her body. She pushes my hair over my shoulder before diving head in to the bridge between my neck and my shoulder.

"You're unmarked!'' She let's out, as if it was something bad.

"Lucas and I..."

"NO!'' She shouts, pushing me away, causing me to fall on the bed. "You can't be unmarked. Surely, Lucas must know the repurcusions of this.''

Her eyes were glowing, a wierd purple color, something i'd never seen in someone.

"With all due respect, this is business between your brother and I. Whether or not..."

"NOT?'' She interrupts, walking over me abruptly. "What do you mean 'not'? Are you having doubts?'' She hovers over me, her eyes glowing, anger evident on her features as I try to move back.

"Anyone would be lucky to have my brother for a mate.'' She whispers as she hovers over me, pinning me under her body as she gets on the bed and comes on top of me. I feel afraid in this position, like she could easily snap my neck and push her clwas into my chest.

"Your brother and I did not start off to a great start.'' I tried to explain as i avoided her eyes.

"You had sex. What's not great about that?'' She quiped tilting her head as she neared it towards me.

"I wasn't looking for anything serious when i came to that bar. I had never...''

"Never what?'' She cuts off, letting her impatience take control. I look into her eyes, and something about it seems wierd. Were they so open about sex in their family like this? He shared about our night together with his own little sister? Was that not wierd? Why was she so concerned with whether or not i was marked.

"Please let me go!'' I pleaded, suddenly feeling tired of having to explain myself.

"You're a weakling!'' Her words were swift and easy, she looked into my eyes, searching. I felt afraid. Being close to her was not the same as Lucas. She did not have that sense of comfort radiating from her despite the aura of fear. NO. Sabrina Morretti was all fear and no comfort.

"Please just let me g..."

"Enough with the f*cking begging.'' She shouts, authority illuminating from her tone, causing me to feel submissive. Suddenly she got off on top of me, and stood at the foot of the bed. I slowly got up, clutching my chest, hating how quickly my heart beat when i was scared. I knew she could hear it. She could tell how scared i was.

"You're a weakling.''She repeats, but this time with a hint of accusation and slight hurt. The words seem to pound at my chest, cutting me down. Making me feel insulted and inferior. We were off to a great start, were we not? She talked about sleep overs and shoping.

"You're a weakling." She repeats, but this time with a clause of realization. She raised her head, her eyes go back to normal, her shoulder fall and she lets out a breath.

She shakes her head she walks to the door, she turns back to look at me.

"You don't deserve my brother Elara Moore. You deserve to die before the thing in your womb sees the light of day.''

Then she walked out and slammed the door shut, leaving me standing there, her words echoing in my head like a chorus, the pain sitting at the pits of my stomach.