Chapter 14
Mia
I didn’t feel alone anymore, there was more inside of me. It was more than the voice that I heard. Whatever it was kept silent, and that right there terrified me the most. The overcrowded space in my mind was joined by another, and I wasn’t okay with that.
How crazy was I? Batshit over the roof, under the bridge, and off the deep end crazy?
I needed someone to come to hold me and rub my back. Someone to tell me that it would all be okay. That the world wasn’t really spinning out of control, and my heart wasn’t trying to beat out of my chest.
My palms turned clammy, and my chest throbbed heavily.
Then the door burst open, and my head tried to see who intruded on such a fucked up and yet a private moment. I was terrified out of control, and I couldn’t protect myself. I was basically fucked. Yup, fucked! There was not a nice way to put it.
“Mia,” Bastien said.
He dropped to his knees, and the sound bounced off the walls seemingly louder than it should have been. His hands went to my hair as his eyes scanned my face.
“I don’t feel so well,” I mumbled quietly.
“Baby,” he said while those skillful fingers lifted the hair off my neck, which gave me a slight cool air reprieve.
“I should have been here,” he tells me.
“What’s wrong with me?” I asked him sluggishly.
“Mia, you’re changing,” he tells me. His voice was low and filled with the concern that was running rampant through my body.
It was like a high-speed chase in there. All the emotions on the run and no one to rein them in. Honest to god, I was expecting to hear sirens at any moment.
“Bastien, I hurt everywhere,” I tell him miserably.
“I know baby, I’m so fucking sorry,” he tells me, his voice tortured.
“If this is the after effects of sex, why the fuck do people keep doing it?” I say out loud.
His laughter echoed around the room his eyes light just for a moment before he became solemn again.
“Am I dying?” I asked him.
I expected him to laugh and call me crazy, but he just looked at me and didn’t say a word. Oh, mother of all bullshit I was dying!
“Listen to me baby, don’t fight it,” he tells me, his tone desperate.
“Fight what? Sissy?” I asked him in confusion.
Would I fight her? Probably and I sure as fuck didn’t like losing so kicking her ass was a definite.
“Sissy? What does Sissy have to do with it?” He asked me.
“She’s your woman,” I snapped at him, but it came out more like a growl.
“Mate, Sissy isn’t my woman. You are,” he tells me.
“Oooh, you have a way with words,” I grumbled right before another shudder racked my body followed by a moan of pain.
“Don’t fight it, let her come to you,” he tells me.
“I’ll fucking kill her,” I tell him, Sissy was getting nowhere near me.
Us, another voice whispered. It held a hint of a growl to it.
“Let her come, baby, please,” he begged me. I closed my eyes as my body contorted and my bones started shifting under my skin. It hurt like a motherfucker.
My skin was stretching, my bones were breaking, and I was on fire. Oh god, what new kind of hell was this? It was just sex, and we just did it once. Please stop punishing me!
“Stop fighting,” he growled at me.
I snarled at him as another bone snapped and defined itself. I felt something press under my skin. My eyes opened as hair started sprouting along my arms.
My face pulsed as it grew and changed. “Fuck, baby, you’re beautiful,” he tells me, his voice filled with awe.
His fingers sunk into my hair. Turning my head, I looked at myself. Oh god, I was on all fours, covered in fur, and I had a fucking tail!
“Mia, look at me,” he demanded.
I dragged my eyes away from my tail, my fucking tail and focused on him.
“My beautiful, strong mate,” he sighed running his fingers behind my ears. My eyes slowly closed in pleasure.
“I need you to come back to me,” he tells me.
My eyes didn’t want to open, and I sure as fuck didn’t want him to stop. I growled, my ears flattened to my head as he removed his hand from me.
His laughter was loud drawing others to the door. I could smell them, and it was overwhelming. Silly was among them, I could sense her.
Sissy was watching me, and I was pissed she was back. My mate, she wanted my mate, and I wasn’t sharing. My wolf was ready to rip her apart.
“You need to go,” the woman from earlier said quietly to Sissy.
“No,” Sissy said harshly.
I knew that voice, and my ears flattened closer to my head as the hair on the nape of my neck stood up. Anger coursed through me like molten lava after a volcano eruption.
“Now,” the other woman said again, this time in a firmer voice.
I turned in their direction as saliva pooled in my mouth. My wolf salivated at the thought of sinking my teeth and claws into the woman who wanted to take our place.
“Mia, look at me,” Bastien demanded.
I know I should, but I didn’t want too. What I wanted was to rip the bitches throat out.
If she’s dead, she’s no threat, the new voice says.
I agreed, and so did the voice I was used too.
“Mate,” Bastien tried again.
I shook my head and growled when I heard a sob come from the group of people gathering at the door.
I needed to take her out, she could try to claim what was ours and I couldn’t let that happen. For the first time in my life I had a purpose, a real this is it kind of thing, and I wasn’t letting that go.
“Sissy,” Bastien growled.
I swung my head back to Bastien and narrowed my eyes. He wanted her, and a growl escaped as I began to snarl loudly.
“Leave now,” he tells her.
“I can’t,” she replied.
Her voice was sad and desperate, and I locked onto it. Sissy wanted what was mine, and I wasn’t sharing. She was a threat, and I needed to eliminate the said threat.
Darting from the bed, I snarled as I tried to press through the people that were in the way. I knew she was here, and I wasn’t going to stand by and let her try to take what was mine.
My feet pressed on the soft carpet, and my claws connecting with the hard surface beneath. The air around me was hot, and I was ready for the fight. I wanted it more than I wanted my next breath.
She had come here taunting me with her relationship. She wanted to take Bastien from me. He was mine, didn’t she understand that? Mine! Oh god, the panic started to set in.
I was a fucking wolf or a dog? And then I was obsessing over my one-night stand like we were together forever? What the fuck was wrong with me?
I backed up a step and then went forward. I wanted to escape, and I wanted to rip Sissy’s throat out. I also wanted to curl up in a ball and cry like the baby I was starting to feel like, and I wanted to charge her and make her cry for a whole different reason.
My emotions were all over the place, and I was trapped in this in-between. A nightmare and fantasy. Sissy’s sobs had my hackles rising and my muscles tightening.
My stomach clenched, and I was back in between a nightmare and reality. Why wouldn’t Sissy go away? Was she enjoying my torment?
Yes, yes, she was, that voice whispered followed by a growl.
Make her pay, the growly voice added.
Pay for what? This pain? The fact she was getting off on it? I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but I needed to do something. There were eyes all over me watching my every move, my every breath. I bet they were counting the times I blinked.
Their focus was too much. The smells mixed together and were toxic in their intensity. My upper lip curled, and a growl rumbled from deep in my chest. It was a warning to the bystanders and a bigger warning to Sissy.