Chapter 134: The Choice
**Avery**
The aftermath of our primal awakening is still lingering in every corner. I stand at the center of the great hall, my eyes scanning my mates. They are gathered around me, their usual camaraderie replaced by an uneasy silence. The Ancient One's influence is like a shadow creeping across their souls, has left them all on edge. I need to fix them, but how? How can I show them that light still exists and we did what we had to.
Clint, his eyes usually sparkling with mischief, now holds a dark, brooding intensity. He leans against the stone wall, his muscular frame coiled like a spring, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. There's a hunger in his gaze, a predatory gleam that makes my skin prickle. He's always been the most sexually explorative of the group, but this is different. This is... calculated. "Something's off," I murmured, my voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "I can feel it in my bones."
Cassius nods. "I've been sensing it too. It's like a... a whisper in the back of my mind. Something's pulling at us, manipulating us."
Conner frowns. "We need to be careful. The Ancient One is likely behind this and knows us too well. He is playing on our desires, our weaknesses."
James steps forward. "We must remain vigilant. The Ancient One's power is insidious. It seeks to divide us, to turn us against each other. We have to be strong and keep communication open. I know that I have said it before, but I can’t stress it enough now. The Ancient One is approaching his endgame."
My heart clenches. I know James is right. The Ancient One's influence is like a poison, seeping into our minds, twisting our thoughts. And one of them, one of my mates, is already succumbing to its dark allure. But why? Does the Ancient One want one of my mates for himself? That will happen over my dead body. THEY ARE MINE! I have forgiven them for the past, and we are not the same people we were then. Who we are now is all that matters, and he will not ruin all that we have built!
Later that night, as the moon casts an eerie glow through the windows, I find myself drawn to Clint's chambers. There's an inexplicable pull, a magnetic force drawing ME closer. I know I shouldn't go, that it's a trap set by the Ancient One, but my feet move of their own accord. Clint is waiting for me, his eyes burning with an unholy light. He's shed his leather jacket, revealing his muscular torso, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. He moves toward me, his steps predatory, his voice low and husky. "Avery," he purrs, his breath hot against my ear. "I've been waiting for you."
His hands, strong and unusually calloused, grasp my waist, pulling me against him. His lips, usually so tender, now press against mine with a fierce urgency. My body responds despite my better judgment, the primal darkness in me roaring to life. Clint's kisses are demanding, possessive, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. I try to pull away, but his grip tightens, his strength overwhelming. "Clint, stop," I gasp, my voice hoarse. "This isn't you."
He chuckles, a dark, sinister sound. "Oh, but it is, Avery. It's always been me. You just never saw it before." His hands roam over my body, his touch both familiar and foreign. He knows me, knows my desires, my weaknesses. He exploits them, his fingers tracing the sensitive spots that make me shiver with pleasure. "You want this, Avery," he whispers, his lips brushing against my neck. "You want me. You've always wanted me."
My mind is a battlefield, my rational thoughts warring with my primal urges. I know this is wrong, that Clint is being manipulated, but my body betrays me. His touch is like fire, igniting a hunger I can't control. He pushes me back onto the bed, his weight pinning me down. His lips trail down my body, his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He knows exactly where to touch me, how to make me moan, how to make me beg. "Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Please, Clint..."
But my plea is not for him to stop, even though it should be. It's for him to take me, to claim me, to lose himself in me, but as my Clint, not whoever this is. Maybe once he feels me, he will be able to fight the darkness because I can’t fight this Fated Bond. Sex with Clint felt different. There were bits of him there, but there was an intense longing that I had not felt before. It was as if part of him was willing me to be only his. My Clint knows that I can’t choose between my mates and I won’t. I will die before I must choose one over the other.
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