Werewolf's mate vampire's beloved
Anushka Arora · Ongoing · 63.3k Words
Introduction
" you're mine, you were mine before, you are mine now," gulping the ball of fear, she shivered as he took steps near her.
This was bad
" I..i was never yours, you're monster, " closing her eyes she tried to say those words in full confidence and rage but her voice was nothing above a whisper.
A psychotic smile made its way to his lips and her eyes widened, he was going to say something she will never forget.
" You're surrounded by monsters beloved, monsters, "
" No... My husband is not a monster" the smile returned to his face as he caged her small body in between his arms and the Wall.
" Task, task task, he is a monster, " the chill tat ran down her spine was enough to bring years into her eyes.
" No...no.." he gripped her hair in a rather painful grip making her look at him into eye
" The faster you forget him, the faster you'll be my Queen"
...
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
to be loved is a blessing and a curse
" You... you... are a monster, " I said as I looked at the love of my life who just killed two men without an ounce of regret.
the look in his eyes scares me to no bounds; his eyes reflected his hunger for blood; the satisfaction I saw in his eyes when he saw the light fading away from the man he just killed is making me sick of him; he... he is not my sweet Zach, the man I am in love with from the last 3 years.
my heartbeat is abnormally fast; fear... no, terror has already filled in my brain and it is screaming; every nerve of my body is screaming at me to run, run far, far away from him but as if my body is frozen.
I can not even feel a single nerve, his teeth are red because of blood; his eyes... if I am not imagining things, they changed color as soon as he looked at me.
" mate! " he said as he looked at me; his clothes are torn, every step of his is making me wish to close my eyes forever.
" Mate! Mine! Mine! " He kept chanting those words as I somehow found the strength to crawl back a little.
my elbows are burished badly, but I don't care. I want to get away from him.
" Zia stop, " I shook my head immediately crawling back even more.
" Zia, I am not going to hurt you, my baby, " He said; His voice, his voice is the same as before but not him, he is not my Zach anymore... not anymore.
" Zia... " my name on his lips didn't sound like before; It was always loving and sometimes even lust but today it doesn't sound like that anymore. not anymore.
" S-st-tay a-aw-awa-way, " I whispered with great difficulty, it feels like I am trapped; this all is a trap, just like his love... maybe he is a trap himself.
my throat hurts, not only because of holding back emotions and my tears that are on the verge of escaping, showing my vulnerable side but because of the rope marks too.
" Zia, baby... " he tried to say something, he was not that much close to me but the blood dripping from his hands, a few drops of it splashed on my face because of wind.
I can't believe my love is a monster, a monster who just killed someone right in front of me!
" do-n't " I could only manage to say that when he appeared in front of me; his inhuman speed scares me even more. I don't know what to do anymore.
" Zia... "
" NOO! " I screamed at him as he took deep breaths; I can not bear to look at him in that bloody state. I hate blood, I hate him
A sudden feeling of hate grew in my heart but the terror did not let me do anything.
I was at the end of the cliff if I will do anything against him then it will land me in the lap of death; I have an extreme fear of water and blood; I do not know why I was never able to find the reason behind it but I never admitted it to be a phobia.
Phobias are myths, there is no such thing. no such thing!
" I am your Zach, Zia, Your love... your everything, Zia... " He said as I shook my head; my head is throbbing, I do not know why.
" Look into my eyes Zia, Look Into my eyes... " I did as he told.
His eyes, so real, so lovely, mysterious... a kind of mysterious I want to get lost in.
" You are feeling heavy now... slowly your head is started to feel heavy... " He said as I closed my eyes once nodding at him slowly.
" You are feeling sleepy... really sleepy... " I closed my eyes as he came near me; I do not have the power to push him away; my whole body feels heavy, I do not know what is even happening to me...
" Sleep Zia... Sleep... " With that, I slowly drifted into a sweet slumber... not knowing what was happening around me; his face was what I saw before I closed my eyes and my senses blackout.
.
" ZACH! " I woke up breathing heavily, it is difficult for me to breathe, I feel suffocated.
" ZIA? Zia baby... breath... breath! " I felt Zach's arms around my body; I hugged him tightly.
" Sussh! Zia, stop crying... just stop crying... baby, " I felt my breath back as I looked at him.
man!
attack!
Zach!
Kill!
I pushed him away as I crawled back, " You... you are a monster... step back! " I said as He looked at me with shock and pain.
I don't care about his pain at this moment. he can not kill someone and get away with it. I need to call the police, yes only they can save me from this man... he is not my Zach, he is someone else.
" Zia, what happened baby... " He said as I crawled back a little more, sweat dripping from my face, I moved my hand under the pillow. his pillow to be exact.
where is it? where is it?
I felt the cold sharp object on my finger; I hissed in pain, maybe my fingers are injured but I do not care I need to call the police! I need to get out of here! away from him!
" Zach, " I whispered his name as he looked at me with a soft look. tightening my hold on the knife. I let my scared expression show on my face.
" Zia baby, what happened to you? " he said as he came near me; I let a teardrop as he came towards me to wipe it off, but I stabbed him.
" aaaaaaaa! " he scaremed in pain as I ran out.
leaving him.
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