Ends of time
Shane
I knew that this place was her prison, I knew what had to have gone on since her arrival. It haunted me during the days, the weeks, the months that I had to wait. The torture, the pain she must have had to endure while I did everything I could to come for her. I swore to myself that as soon as I came for her it would never happen again. True despair curled around me, it constricted as I saw him rut into her and her cry out. As soon as I saw what was going on, I refused to look away. I would be with her for every second, every minute she had to go through that. I would be with her through it, through everything. A feeling of uselessness caused my stomach to drop when I couldn’t break free and save her. Hate filled every part of me as I watched the way he treated her. Something ate at me, clawed at my insides when I realized I would not be able to break free.
From the moment she grabbed hold of his outstretched hand, I knew something was wrong. The pain in my chest was something I’d never felt before. It was as if my heart were bleeding and nothing could be done to stop it. My Queen was the only one who mattered. She sat there, staring up at him as if he had hung the moon and the stars. She hadn’t so much as looked in my direction and I knew something was wrong, I could feel it in my deepest parts of me. When she said she wanted to make him happy, I didn’t even taste the bile on my tongue before I slumped forward and emptied the contents of my stomach.
“Yes, Ethan,” she breathed.
His name was almost a sigh on her tongue. I was cold, so cold, but it felt as if a chill had come over me and I knew this was a feeling I would never be rid of. I’d wanted to see her, breathe her, see that she was okay. I wanted to rescue her and run away like she had suggested the night of her celebration. How I wished I had told her yes and just taken her home with me.
Everything would have been different, she would have been by my side, she would have been marked by now. We might have even had news of a pup by now. All I wanted was her happiness, this… this wasn’t it. She didn’t belong with him, she belonged with me. He lowered his head and she leaned into him. When their lips connected, I felt as if my world was crumbling around me. I felt as if she was far away, out of reach. I felt as if I was falling into an abyss of pure agony. This couldn’t be it, this couldn’t be the end. I refused.
“Adea,” I rasped.
My throat was dry and I choked out her name, desperate for her as she deepened their kiss. It felt as if a sword had been thrust into my chest. She broke the kiss and looked around the room. I pushed away from the wall, the chains cut deeper, and the smell of burnt flesh reached my nose, but none of it mattered. I tracked every movement, the swish of her lashes, the way her eyes darted around the room, the way her bruised lips parted. The coward ignored me and turned toward the witch. I didn’t care for him, but the words he exchanged with her were important. I listened to them as I watched Adea as she looked around, her eyes were glossy, almost dreamlike.
“What about her memory?” He asked. My gaze darted toward the witch as she shook her head. Ethan nodded his head and smirked, obviously pleased with the news.
“She shouldn’t be giving you anymore problems. Not only has the connection been broken, but I’ve removed everything regarding him. The ritual was successful,” she said.
I refused to believe her words. I couldn’t accept that she’d forgotten me, I wouldn’t accept that our connection was broken. We didn’t need a bond from the Goddess, we didn’t need sparks to tell us that each of us held a fire that burned for the other. I refused to believe that I had lost her, not with her sitting their looking very much like the girl I’d grown up with, the woman I loved with every bit of my soul.
“Adea,” I choked as her eyes landed on me.
My eyes searched every inch of her face, her expression, her eyes as I hoped foolishly for his words to be nothing but lies. I searched for an explanation for her answers. Her forehead scrunched up in that adorable way I knew so well, but the look in her eyes was wrong, it was all wrong. The reality of the situation that there was no explanation, that he hadn’t lied weighed down on my shoulders. The way she stared at me cut deeper than the chains. I whined sorrowfully as she stared at me as if she were looking at a stranger. As if I weren’t the man she spent most of her nights with, as if I weren’t the man who loved her and only her, as if I weren’t the one who took her purity and promised to love her until the ends of time.
“Who…?” She trailed off.
There was a hole in my chest and it felt as if it were gaping open. My Queen, my love, my princess had stared at me with a confused look on her face. Her fingers tenderly touched bruises, cuts, and scrapes on her body.
“What have you done to her?” I growled as I lunged at him, my restraints held me back.
“I’ve made things the way they should have always been,” the bastard said elatedly.
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