Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.-Chapter 331: Things I never knew.

Leilani.

For the first couple of minutes, my lungs felt like they were on literal fire; but for some reason, it did not feel bad. It did not feel like I was in any form of pain. If anything, I felt good.

Very good.

My body seemed as though it had been overtaken by a greater force, a force strong enough to override my sense of reasoning. Because come to think of it, in what dream would I have tried to attack Darius of all people if I wasn’t going mad?

If I didn’t have a death wish?

So in better terms, I could just say that I felt possessed.

"Leilani, stop!" He ground out, his voice sounding so ice cold, it sent shivers down my spine.

But ladies and gentlemen, do you know what I found extremely strange?

The fact that the almighty powerful Darius didn’t seem mad. He wasn’t annoyed that I was doing all of this, whatever it was, to him. If anything, he looked like he was enjoying it.

He threw his head back, smacking his lips as he drawled; "I hate to say this but this feels like you’re choking me."

"But that is what I am literally doing!" I snapped back, hating the smile on his face and wanting to wipe it off as fast as I could.

"No... not that kind." He snapped, clucking his tongue at me, "...I feel like I’m being choked... by you. I cannot feel the force of your powers; rather, it feels like it is your fingers curling around my neck."

"Stop."

"I can feel them, warm and delicate... and I can smell you, Leilani. You smell divine. You smell tantalizing. I could spend all day fantasising about this moment and I still will not be sated..."

"Stop it, Darius!" I barked, my heart racing with both mortification and annoyance. "Do not make me hurt you."

"Oh, and what would you do?" He clapped back cockily. Despite being impaled, he was literally pushing on my last nerves, "...you would go harder? You would try to hurt me even more?... Leilani, what could you possibly do to me with this weak excuse of a power that you’re riding on?!"

The way his voice rang out, rubbing across my body like an unwanted caress, made me flinch. I unknowingly wavered in that moment and dropped my hands, only regretting it a second later when his feet hit the floor.

I began to say; "Oh, come o—"

But before I could fully get the words out of my mouth, he grabbed me by the shoulder and the next thing I knew was the feeling of cold air flying past us until he pinned me against the wall.

The force of him stumbling into me and pushing me against the hard surface made the air leave my lungs in one fast breath and I winced when my shoulder blades struck the wall with enough force to break bones.

But it didn’t.

All it did was make my vision wane for a minute before I finally managed to gather myself together. And by the gods, I had anticipated that he would strike me. That he would curse at me or you know... basically anything a self absorbed egomaniac would do, but to my utmost surprise, he did none of those. Instead, he pinned both of my hands to my sides and leaned so close, my breasts were literally bunched against his hard chest, and then he pressed his face close— so close that I could smell the mint spray on his breath.

He murmured into my ear; "You’re feisty."

I frowned. "Are you insane?"

My question made him freeze. He took a step back, leaned away but refused to let go of my hands and hissed; "huh? Why?"

"Well, imagine someone coming into your house at dinner time and ruining both your dinner and the time you should be resting..." I drawled and when he wouldn’t respond right away, I added; "...wouldn’t you be fiesty?"

"They would be dead." He deadpanned. "But in any case, if that person is you, then I’ll always have your time. You don’t have to worry."

I don’t know if that was supposed to make me feel good, but his response, coupled with the fact that it was obvious he wasn’t seeing how wrong this was, made me immediately mad.

I struggled against his hold, scratching, biting and pushing... goddess, you name it, just so that he would let me be. But he didn’t.

Instead, do you know what he fucking did?

He pressed himself even closer to my body, so close that I would’ve sworn that what I felt from his lower body was an erection.

I hissed; "Let go."

"I came to you with a proposition,"

"That wasn’t what it sounded like when I heard you sneaking into my house earlier," I hissed back, hating the fact that our lips were barely a few inches apart.

Goddess, it was less than an inch!

"And I have explained to you before. You have the wrong ideas. I am indeed here to propose something to you." The way his eyes went from my lips to my eyes and then back to my lips made me very uncomfortable.

I wanted to shrink into myself. I wanted to melt, to dissolve into the wall until I and the concrete were one. But I couldn’t. So instead, I focused on the tiny mole on his nose and gritted out;

"You always come with propositions."

"But you would love this one." He answered, and when I wouldn’t respond, he sighed, buried his face into the crook of my neck and let out a long sigh— one that vibrated throughout my entire body.

He whispered; "Those tattered marks on your neck are insufficient. I could add mine to it."

I froze.

My first instinct was to push him off and guess what? That was exactly what I did. But he didn’t budge.

He was like a wall.

"I know I told you that being marked by the three of them would be enough for you... and I almost think they are... but... imagine how powerful you would be if you had channeled from me? If I was the one you were linked to, not them?"

I opened my mouth to give him a snarky response but soon closed my mouth when he pressed his index finger over my lips.

The warmth that emanated from that touch alone almost turned me into a poodle. It spread across my body like a volcano, burning through my veins and filling me with a searing heat so hot, I trembled.

"Imagine how unstoppable you would be if we were together? You could end the world, break it and remake it. You could storm over to those filthy werewolves, digging them out of the man caves they’ve hidden in for so long. You could have all of those who killed your father in the palm of your hand and make a toast out of them. You could avenge his death and take that which you were owed, and no one... no fucking one, would ever be able to touch you!" He growled in my face; But at that moment, it wasn’t his words I listened to.

Oh I did listen to them.

But it was only one thing I picked out from everything he’d said.

—And it was the fact that my father had been murdered. By werewolves.

I never knew that.