chapter 12

Lucas had arrived about an hour ago, yet he'd not even come up the stairs to see me, I did not know what was wrong with me. But i missed hm. I wanted to see him. To touch him, To kiss him.

After my encounter with Sabrina, i was nervous about the rest of the Morreti family. I needed all the cards on the table. Everything i needed to know about my mate's family and their traditions. Why was it such a big deal for Sabrina when she discovered Lucas was yet to mark me. It was rather confusing.

However, the last words she said to me make my stomach churn.

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

The words sounded in my heard like a resilient gong. All my life, i had grown accustomed to threats, insults and words if degradation and heartbreak. Yet, why was it so difficult for me to take this? Was it because i had another person to defend and protect? A helpless person? My child.

Her life growing inside me always made me feel like i was changing. My pregnancy was changing me. I was becoming a diffrent person. And that person did not like any disrespect towards the people she loves. I would fight for my baby. And for my life.

Suddenly I catch scent of my mate, and the wolf inside me is excited. I just want to see him and hug him. When the doors were opened, and he walked in, he had a smile on his face. Something I'd hardly seen from him ever since we met again.

"Someone tipped him off!'' He lets out, as he walks over to the bed. His eyes don't leave mine as gets on the bed. The mattress shifts with his weight, his gaze are deadly.

"Was it you?'' He asks, maintaining a serious demeanour. I look up at him, my hearts beats rapidly, suddenly afraid.

"What? W...Wh..W..How would I even do that? I've been locked up..."

"You're not answering the question Elara!''

Elara. He called me by my name when he was pissed and serious. What the hell was going on.

"Lucas, you can't seriously think that I'd go warn Alpha Matthew about your incoming attack." I let out, trying to move back but meeting the headrest with my back. He got close to me, his cold large hands traced over my naked thighs under the sheets, before he gripped me and pulled me under him.

His eyes remain on mine, he edges closer to me, our lips almost touching. He lets out a growl as he dips his head on my neck, sniffing. I am paralyzed with fear, and only want to run. I can't move. Not with his fingers touching me like that, or with his hot breath fanning my neck.

Doctor Aisha had taken off the bandages earlier this morning, something that doesn't currently bone well for me. His other hand was on my neck, his fingers pressing gently on my throat. There was something about his touch on my skin. He was being delicate. He was holding back. Exactly how he was the first time we slept together. I bite my bottom lip the minute his wet tongue touches my skin. I let out a gasp, trying to move away.

"Lucas.'' I gasp, feeling rather overwhelmed. I felt as his i was part of his body. the heat radiating from his own skin set mine on fire. The hotness of his mouth on my neck pushed all the pleasure buttons on my body. It certainly did not help that his scent was all over me, or that his touches made me want to be mounted.

What the hell was wrong with me?

He sucked on my neck, causing me to whimper as i tried to move away but i was stuck. He held me in a death grip. His claws sunk into my thigh with so much intensity that they almost broke my skin.

"D..don't mark me.'' I managed to let out, as i tried to calm my ragged breathing.

Suddenly he pulled away, but his hands remained on me. He looked down at me, his eyes raked over my body, barely covered with the sheets. I only had a simly night gown, that I'd opted to stay in because Aisha and Lucas forced me to stay covered with blankets in the bed even when it was sunny.

I tried to grip the covers, pulling them over my body, but he gripped my wrist in one movement and pinned my hand over my head. I tried to fight him off with the other hand, but i only ended up in the same predicament.

"Lucas, please stop.'' I whispered, feeling panic settle over me. His eyes raked over me like a hungry wolf. I was afraid of his Lycan taking over. It only seemed to happen when he lost control. It seemed like it now. I was afraid of his Lycan. I wanted to leave the rest of my life avoiding his beast.

"Fuck!'' He let out, right before smashing lips on mine. Instinctively, i couldn't stop myself I had been thinking about his kisses ever since he left. I moaned in his mouth as he bit my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. His toungue invaded my mouth, his hands ran over my body, causing heat to grow within me. He pressed himself between my legs, and i instinctively found myself grinding foward, loving the feel of his buldge pressing against the throbbing problem between my legs.

His kiss was like fire, electric and demanding. His hand holding mine on top of my head made me feel helpless, yet, not in an alarming way. In a way that was freeing. In a way that encouraged me to hold back.

"Too much.'' I let out against his mouth, feeling myself grow overhwelmed with pure pleasure. It was if i borrowed his own body heat, or he somehow gave it to me. I felt as if my skin was on fire. I wanted him to touch me, but I was afraid of that simple feeling of overstimulation from just simple acts.

He stepped back, letting go of my hands before slowly stepping down from the bed. I suddenly missed his warmth and the fire his touches brought. I watched as he walked over towards the large window near the bedroom balcony, he stared out as he clenched his fist and folded it against the wall.

"Lucas?'' I called out to him, growing curious. He pressed his head against the concrete wall, and closed his eyes. I couldn't quite tell what was going on with him, but he acted as if he was fighting with himself. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but i couldn't. I was afraid of the answer. A feeling of deja vu settled at the bottom of my stomach, making me dread the idea of even asking the question to begin with.

"You're too weak!''

The words, felt like a dagger lunged at my heart. They felt like a death sentence, a rejection meant to come in as soft blow, yet ended up landing the biggest most betraying blow.

"W..what?'' I stammered, trying to form coherrent words as i felt the tears break free. I did not try to stop myself.

"You're too weak!'' He repeated. "Too fragile. I have to control myself around you. I'll break you if i let go for just a second."

He run his fingers over his brown hair, seeming frustrated. I brought the sheets over my check, i burried my head in my hands, and i cried. I sobbed.

The door opened and closed, i looked up, waiting to see who had gotten in, but i found myself alone in the room.