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Eric gapes at the woman that sits before him with a sigh skidding through his parted lips— the metal bars being the only thing that separates them.

Taking a seat on the concrete floor with his hands on his knees, the man tilts his head; studying a sobbing Katniss who has her head bowed.

"It shouldn't have had to be like this, Katniss, " he speaks with a depressing tone, his eyes on the woman that's stolen his heart. The woman he's fallen so deeply for without even realising it. The woman he will do anything for, but rejects his affection every single time. The woman he wants, but who unfortunately wants his friend.

"What are you talking about?" Katniss finally speaks, raising her head; her hand swiping over her skin harshly to wipe the tears away.

"You shouldn't have to be here, Katniss. You could be with me... In peace. " Eric says, and Katniss scoffs; crossing her arms against her chest.

"You? Why will I want to be with you?" Each word that leaves her mouth is a sword aimed at his heart, and it meets its target perfectly; hurting so deep he could feel it in his bone. "You're not the one I'm in love with, Eric. So why the hell will I want to be with you?" Katniss snaps; her anger from what's happened, and fury from the shame she had to go through before that bitch dripping off her voice. Coming out harsher than she intends.

This is Eric, she knows. This is the man that's always watched after her. The man that's been with her right from the beginning, and she knows me doesn't deserve the way she's treating him, but she doesn't give a fuck.

Especially not now.

Not after what Theo just made her pass through. Not after getting embarrassed before that fucking bitch!

Not when her heart is aching so badly.

"You did this to yourself. You should know that. " Eric says, and Katniss breaks their gaze; looking down at the truth in the man's words.

It isn't her fault. She just wants to be with him. Is it so hard to want someone? Is it so hard to want to make them yours? Why's she getting judged over something she has no fucking control over.

"Theodore will never make you his Luna, Katniss. You're not his mate. He was never going to, especially not now that he's found her. " Her. He refers to Isberlt. Isberlt is his mate.

The thought gnaws at her mind, and make her want to rip her hair apart.

"I do not care. What are you still doing here, Eric? You should be out there with your little best friend. " She says with a glare directed at the man.

Eric stares at the woman he's always known as a *sweet* girl, but now she's just a *sad* kid, not wanting to accept that she's all alone, and will continue to be if she leads on this path. She's just a hurt one, that's decided to turn completely to her bad side, and *embrace* it.

He's lost this one, and there's no getting her back.

***KATNISS.***

**Eric loves us.**

Lillian, once again, feels the *need* to give me a damn lecture about love when I do not request it.

I did not ask, Lillian. And I do not want to know.

I cut her off, but of course; it's fucking Lillian. Always have been stubborn, and always will be.

**Getting with him is better than wasting our time with Theo. Theo doesn't want us. He's found his Luna, and now he's discarded us. Eric will treat us much more better than Theo ever did, and that's a truth you should accept.**

*I DO NOT WANT YOUR FUCKING ADVICE! OKAY?*

She flinches within me, and I wince; knowing I hurt her with my words.

"Look, I'm sorry for yelling at you, but you have to understand me. I do not want Eric. The man I want is Theodore, and I don't give a shit about him having a mate, or not. I want him, and I'll have him. At all costs. "

Lillian says nothing, and I sigh; knowing she's cowering away from me; running into hiding. And I don't care about that right now.

What I care about is getting out of this damn hole, and getting rid of that bitch.

*Permanently*, this time.

ISBERLT.

I stand before Theodore with my legs becoming an interesting piece of art as my gaze focuses fully on them.

I feel him move from his seat, and take slow strides towards me; each one making my heart thud against my chest.

Theodore stands before me with his huge frame towering over me like a damn panther, and I slowly lift my head to meet his gaze; feeling my throat dry up from how close this man is.

"Are you okay?" He questions; something I didn't expect, and I can say nothing, but give a small nod of my head.

The energy between us has shifted yet again, and I do not know why. It seems to be fluctuating with wanting to curse his damn existence for everything he's done one second, then the next second, wanting him to slam me against one of these walls.

His lips will slowly work their way down the length of my neck, and his arms... *Oh, his arms*... My gaze moves to his arms crossed behind his back, and I imagine those arms around me; one wrapped around my throat, and the other working it's way down my inner thighs. I would moan out his name, and he will lay those sinful lips against *mine*. He'll lay a *claim* on them, and I'll gladly let him, knowing fully well that I...

"*Isberlt*!" I jump at the shout of my name, and heat flows across my body as my gaze meets with a confused Theodore.

God, what the hell was I thinking?!

"You spaced out. What the hell are you thinking about?" He raises his brows, and I'm quick to shake my head. God, I feel so pathetic.

*His arms?*

I think I might be losing my senses from everything that's been happening, and Theodore swooping in to save my life like he's supposed to be a hero.

"Nothing. Just some stuff, what were you saying?" I take two steps backwards, and his gaze falls to my movement, before lifting to meet my eyes.

"Distance, like you said. " I reminded him of the night where he had gazed upon me like the very existence of me disgusted him, and he nods with a soft hum.

"Right. I want you to prepare your evidence or whatever you need for the explanation. The rest of the council will be with us in a few. " he states calmly, maintaining eye contact, and I try my best to appear composed. Though my insides are anything, but that.

"I'll leave to get everything I need. " I tell him, and he hums again; not making any effort to break the contact.

I stand there for a few minutes, foolishly staring at him, before stepping back, and walking towards the exit.

I gulp down the sour feeling that settles inside me at the thought that the Alpha King is slowly affecting me.

And I'll be *damned* if I let him get any worse.

*Finally got this one out! Damn! I'm proud of myself, hehe. *
*I'm sorry this came out later than I promised, sweethearts! I was waiting for the right feels, and words, and here it is! Since I crossed the bridge to writing this one, the others will definitely come in. I'm hoping to do a double update later today; let's see how that go, shall we?*
*DROP THOSE THOUGHTS HUNNIES!*
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