19.5 - Anathema

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19.5 - Anathema

Sativa
I fought desperately to keep my eyes closed, but the unbearable pain that his touch brought me caused me to snap my orbs wide open.

The Daemon's eyes were soulless as they had been described. Nothing but a pool of blackness that I was drowning in. I faintly heard Bruno calling my name to snap me out of the hold of the Daemon. But, I couldn't tear my gaze away from the silent abyss of death its eyes had. It was drawing me in.

Everything effort that I made to pull away suddenly became futile as an even louder wail sounded sliced through the thick, cold atmosphere of the rooming.

However, this wail was different from the last as it was followed by the reply of wails from the other creatures that had come to take back home their steals.

This was a wail of victory.

They had gained another member tonight.

Me.

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Azoic, Rostov Oblast
North Russia - Russian Fed; Population: 82,356
Romanov's Estate House

Sativa
I pry my eyes open, but instantly shut them against the white fluorescent lights.

"She's waking up," a voice said gently - it was Natalya.

Pain.

All around my body was a level of pain on a scale that I had never encountered before - even with Romanov's marking. I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming as it shot through my body in waves. I let out a strangled breath as my body simply numbed up.

The ragged sound of my breathing is the only thing that could be heard. I blinked, then stared around the cold room. It was very bland, much to my taste. An array of four, white walls giving me a slightly leered claustrophobic feeling. I didn't try to sit up as my eyes fell shut again, trying to protect me from the light.

I stiffen as a hand slips into mine, squeezing it lightly. I briefly hoped that it would be Romanov, but the tell-tale sparks that came with the infuriating man weren't there. Suddenly, the small, cold hand aptly pulls away.

Then again, my eyes snap open. My breathes harshly force themselves out of my lungs, begging for more as I manage to let a sound croak out of my aching throat.

"Water."

Then, there's a flurry. A blur of movements before a yellow, plastic cup filled to the brim with water is softly pushed near my pale frame.

"Natalya," a deep and chiding voice warned. "Be careful with the her, OK?"

I didn't recognize the voice.

I couldn't the see the man, for I was lying flat on an uncomfortable bed. But, I could see Natalya's happy expression above my frame.

"Sorry," Natalya's soft voice called out, before helping me to sit up as I downed the water greedily, squeezing the cup tighter in my hands as I realized something odd.

"Why am I not a Daemon?"

Natalya helped me sit up as I leaned my head on the wall, my back pressed against the headboard of the bed as I peered at the man that sat beside her. I swallowed as I turned away.

"Well," Natalya pressed her palms together nervously. "He marked you again - you know, to keep the genes of the Daemon from affecting you." I frowned as she finished with a nervous smile. "You are fine, right?"

"I'm fine," I bite out. "Now, who the hell marked me?"

"Romanov."

This time, it is the man by her side to speak. "He came back?" I squeaked pathetically, my eyes to the point of popping out of my sockets as I link in surprise.

Natalya nodded.

"Where is he?" I avert my eyes from them both as I play with the hem on my blackish, sleeping clothing.

Romanov's shirt.

"He's outside."

"What time is it?" I clear my throat as the man beside her lets out a round of chuckles.

"Shut up," she snaps as I hear a growl after a slap.

I stay silent.

"It's eleven thirty-four."

"Morning?" I ask, even though I already expected the answer to be a real 'yes'.

She sniffles again, "No."

I gasp, "What?"

"You slept through the rest of day. It's April first," the man says as I snap my eyes to his. He was a tall man with hazy, grey eyes and a head of blonde curls. His nose was slightly crooked as if it had grown tired of repairing itself after numerous occasions of breaking. He was muscular, but not quite like Romanov. I sighed as my eyes met his again, he was dressed in low-hanging sweatpants and an Ellie Goulding shirt.

"I'm Karl Mackerel," he said, lightly shaking my hand. "I came over as soon as I was informed of this situation. As you can imagine, I was deeply regretful that I was not told earlier. Ah, my mate Zayn, is asleep upstairs. I would beg for your forgiveness, but I did not want to trouble with all this - you see, she is a sensitive state of as right now, Luna."

So, he's the Beta.

I nod stiffly, "I understand."

"I didn't quite catch your name," he chucked lightly.

I cleared my throat, "Sativa."

He smiled beautifully, eventuating his apt dimples.

Fuck, it's April first.

I gasp out a breath, running my hands through my hair all my earlier thoughts and questions about the Daemons disappeared. Natalya must have noticed my suddenly distraught expression as she gently took me by the arms as she proceeded to help me stand.

"Are sure that you're alright? Vladimir told us not to dare bring you outside if you are not fully alright."

I give her a cracked but a reassuring smile, "I'm fine."

I attempt standing on my feet, but I stumbled slightly, my pale hand reaching out to grab something to steady myself. Karl and Natalya got up, their faces etched with worry. I wave them off as I try standing again, this time unfortunately more unsuccessful than the last.

"That's it," Natalya gives me a glare. "You're obviously not alright. So, just sit here."

I narrow my eyes at her as she leads me back into the bed, "Are you mad?" I growl, tearing my arm away from her. "It is most practically fifteen minutes until I am guaranteed to die painfully."

"Don't say that," Karl admonished my tone softly.

"Don't say what - the truth?"

"Sativa..." Natalya trails off as tears begin brimming in her eyes. I look away, my heart lurching into my throat as my eyes meet with the numbers of the clock.

Eleven forty-three.

I let out a cracked breath before linking my eyes back with Natalya's teary ones and Karl's worried orbs. "I need to go. Take me to him."

They knew all too well of who I was referring to.

I attempted standing on my legs, but the weakness that coursed through them elicited a groan from my lips as I pull my eyes closed.

I didn't protest when Karl enveloped me in his arms, his strong arms lifting me into a bridal position as remained oddly still. I let my lips fall into a thin line as he pulls me to his chest, the slight warmth nothing in comparison to the heat that always seemed to radiate from Romanov's idle frame.

Natalya followed behind as I pulled my eyes shut, the dizziness overcoming me as I sighed, leaving my eyes closed as I felt the wind push past me. He was using his Wolf's speed. I pried my eyes open as the cool near-midnight sat on my cheeks.

It was dark, but the bright full moon glared down on us as Karl, Natalya and I tore down the forest line. I simply left my eyes open, unnerved by the speed in which Karl was running at.

Then, we stopped.

The wind pushing back as a loud growl ripped through the forest, allowing Karl's grip on me to loosen a bit. I sighed as I stared at Romanov. It was physically painful to be near him, but right now, pain was lovely.

I am ripped out of Karl's arms as Romanov takes me in his, not wasting time to press a small kiss to my lips.

His wonderful scent and taste filled my nose as I let my lips move against his before he gently pulls away.

"You came," I whispered with a small, carded smile.

"My mate was hurt," he replied curtly and frowned.

I push myself harder into his naked chest, the heat and inferno of our sparks lighting my heart. I knew that I shouldn't want this, but as he stared at me with his cool blue orbs, I knew there was no place on this silt Earth I would rather be.

From his welcoming embrace, I knew that it had to be his Wolf in all control.

Yet, still knowing it was not him entirely, I let myself believe that it truly was him.

I sit up straighter in his arms as he walks over to a small gathering that commenced of Keegan, Vladimir, Natalya and Karl.

They are holding hands, and they have formed a circle with Romanov and I in the middle of it. His grip tightened, his calming touch soothing as they all kept their eyes closed. Vladimir began muttering something in what I realized to be Latin. Then, it became louder and louder, until they all began chanting along it.

The wind began to blow harder, and the trees swayed with more reason. It was as if they are replying.

"Repeat after me," a low voice called above me. It was Romanov's but this time, I knew that his Wolf had given his back his control as his eyes were still blue, but had more green in it. I held my disappointment, but even in his cautious state, he still held me as tight as Reman had - if it tighter. "With every vein and muscle of Lycanthrope power vested inside of me..."

I swallow, "With every vein and muscle of Lycanthrope power vested in me..."

"I break the curse of my four fathers in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, I declare the curse..."

I waste no time as I behind repeating, "I break the curse of my four father in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, I declare this curse..." I turn my head to stare at Vladimir as he gives me a nod. That's all that I need to proceed, "I declare this curse fully broken as I accept the consequences with my acts."

They all uttered, "Amen."

I wince as Romanov's nails dig into my thigh, "What the fuck are you doing?" He hissed harshly, a feral growl tearing from his lips.

"What I should have done a long time ago," I spit venomously as they chanting changes to what I have said. Everyone was aware of the changes, but Karl must have been involved only a while back.

You needed only four high-rankers to break the curse.

And, you needed to enchant the words exactly eight times for the curse to break.

As much as I hated to admit it, I was falling in with Romanov.

As he was with me.

That's why it is working.

But, if we had done this Romanov's way - us being 'in love', would have caused the spells not to work.

"Stop it," Romanov growls, his voice laced with his Alpha tone. Fortunately, we were already in too deep to retract our words anymore.

A blinding light and pain rocketed through my body as I let out a scream and Romanov, a groan. I feel myself being thrown out of his arms, as the enchantment finishes up for the eighth consecutive time.

I feel the mark on my neck burning as I fight to clutch it, by my hands are glued to my sides. I blearily blink open my eyes, only for them to be shut again as something stings them. I bring my hands to my head, flinching as my eyes open again to meet with my blood covered hands. Through the blurriness, I make out Romanov. Keegan, Natalya Vladimir and Karl are no longer there. Romanov is unmoving as I fight to drag myself across the muddy grass; but the pain halts me.

"Romanov." I whisper.

Then he howls, in his human form he howls so painfully that tears sting at the corner of my eyes. He clutches his head, in nothing but a pair of ripped, light jeans that were now drowned in mud and blood.

He is immortal.

He cannot die.

If getting run over by a bus did not kill him - what can?

"Me."

I turn my head to the side, letting out a soft moan of surprise as a snickering man smirks above me. I let out an involuntary gasp as I take in his appearance. He is a middle-aged looking man, onyx black hair and a set of dark green eyes for eyes. However, his hair was cropped short, and a large scar ran across his left eye.

It didn't take me long to realize he was blind in that eye as it was unfocused.

His nose was battered and barely there, as so was his right ear. A long, jagged scar ran down the length of his face, all the way down to his aptly disfigured jaw.

"Hello," his cracked smile sent shivers down my spine.

"Hi," I croak stiffly. The man sent nothing but dangerous waves towards me. I glanced at Romanov's still figure - gulping so silently.

"So, you're my son's mate?"

I gasp, this time as reality crashes down on me. His resemblance to Romanov only dawning on me as I let a small whisper escape my lips, "Bastard." I carded out.

"Thank you," he chuckled humorlessly as I idly glared.

I didn't have time to react or even think of something to release myself from his iron grip. I had expected him to come back, after all, the curse had been broken. I had expected him to a creep.

And he is.

I had expected him to be slightly delusional in a way.

And he is.

But, what I had never expected was for my mate's father to carry me out of the clearing, after managing to successfully drain me of my still, nonexistent strengths.

As my eyes drift shut, I cannot help as my thoughts drift towards one tilled man.

Romanov.

He is so going to kill me for going against his command.

That is, if his father does not beat him to the task.

If.

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Luna Queen (2015)
© Victoria Leslie Khan

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