Entitled Rage

Leon’s POV



The scent of her hair tangles itself in my nose, providing me with pleasant dreams about our interaction last night. I roll over, checking my phone, before turning back to cuddle with my still *very* naked mate.

I had hoped we would be able to spend some time watching movies or playing the games I prepared for our overnight date, but to no avail. Once we started getting heated, we couldn’t stop. **I** couldn’t stop, it was like some sort of *addiction*. At one point- even our wolves took over and got involved. I never realized how much energy was burned on having sex.

Eventually we both just passed out from exhaustion, making me realize now that I should have planned better for this. Maybe I should have exhibited some sort of self-control. My nerves truly always got the best of me.

I didn’t really think we would jump right into it, I thought I had some time to make a mental plan.

My hands search the bed, feeling for her, when eventually I snake my hands around her waist. She stirrs softly, sighing deeply before becoming still again.

*’Our mate is beautiful…’* Jasper whispers in my head, as if she could hear him speaking. I watch her eyes flutter as if she's dreaming, her long and perfect lashes defining her smallest movements. Her hair sprawled out across our pillows, shining slightly in the first sunlight of the morning.

*’She truly is..’* I think back to him, a small grin tickling my lips. My hands instinctively touch her hair, twisting the soft strands between my fingertips. I slowly start trailing down the back of her neck and to her bare shoulders.

“Mmmm…” She smiles, turning over her shoulder to see my face. Her heavy eyes graze my features, stopping at my lips, and moving back up to my eyes. “Goodmorning.” She says in a sleepy whisper, pure happiness soaking into her expression.

“Goodmorning.” I place my hand on her cheek softly, pulling us together for a kiss. My heart races, Jasper basically beating the walls of my mind with his mental tail wagging.

She looks around for a moment, realization seeming to hit her suddenly. She lifts the sheets and frantically looks at herself, all while catching a glimpse of my half-happy member starting to pitch a tent. She pauses with wide eyes, staring straight forward.

“Oh my goddess.” She whispers, raising her hand to cover her mouth with an unsure tone in her voice. Her cheeks flush heavily, as she glances around. She rubs her neck, her breathing growing heavier and her face dropping in a pale manner. “Oh no, no no no.” She jumps up, rushing to the bathroom as if something was coming for her.

Confused, I watched her for a second before deciding to respond. “What is it? Are you okay?” I ask, worry bleeding into my voice. I clear my throat, and sit up on the edge of the bed to pull on my underwear quickly.

She continues to frantically rush around, throwing her things into her bag, her eyes glazed over. I grab my jeans and slip them on hurriedly, walking over to her and trying to rub her shoulders to calm her.

“Octavia. *What's going on?*” I grab her hands gently, placing them on my chest, against my galloping heart.

She pauses, growing paler.

“You marked me.” She whispers, barely audible. Fear takes over her face.

“Yes, and you marked me. We are mates.” I say, confused. Jasper sits quiet in my subconscious, almost suspiciously. Something grows uneasy in my chest from the suspense, from the *confusion.*

“He is going to kill me..” She whispers, crouching down into the fetal position. Her eyes welled up, tears streaming down her cheeks. She sniffs, her shoulders shaking as she continues sobbing softly.

I bend down and rub her back, still utterly confused but trying to comfort my mate. Her feelings flood into my head, anxiety, sadness, fear. What was making her feel this way, better yet- *who?*

Anger grows in my pit as I hold my distraught mate, Jasper growling in my mind. *’Who is **he?**’* He snaps under his breath.

“Octavia… whos is **he?**” I lift her chin, so her eyes will meet mine. I look into her beautiful mixed irises, which had been flooded in tears. She sniffs, wiping her face and looking down. As she looks away from me a new feeling emits from her, something… *towards me?*

*Guilt?*

“Leon… if I…” She covers her face, slowly moving away from me. Trying to control her crying, and talking quietly. “If I told you everything, you would hate me.”

My irritation towards this unknown source grew, as did my anger. Who had scared her this way, *who hurt my mate?!* Many different assumptions rushed through my vulnerable thoughts. Making me feel physically weak. The mate bond had already influenced even my deepest feelings, clouding my judgment. How will I hide this relationship from my father when I can’t even compose myself?

I lifted her onto the edge of my bed, kneeling in front of her. I take a deep breath, before looking up into her eyes. “You can tell me.” I breathe out, trying not to growl or scare her. I watch her, delicately placing my hand on her knee as she watches me through her slim fingers.

Slowly, she lowers her hands. She watches me, our eyes locking, my erratic heartbeat pounding in my ears. I could feel the stress coursing through her, the sadness and intense guilt. *’Does.. she regret mating us?’* Jasper whimpered, a pang attacked my chest, welling into my throat.

“I…” She hesitates for a moment, chewing on her lower lip nervously. “I should have thought.. I mean.. *My Father.* He… isn’t going to be happy, that we have mated.”

Confused, I tilt my head. “What do you mean? I'm an Alpha, a very well known and powerful one at that. I doubt he could be disappointed about that?” I chuckle, but she stays serious. Her eyes fixated on me flatly. What could possibly lead her to believe this was bad? We were chosen for each other for goddess sake.

“I’m also Alpha blood.” She averts her eyes, looking down to the carpet beside me.

“I'm the heir of the of the Red Moon pack.” She speaks, cowering for a second before clearing her throat and sitting up to repeat herself in a more assertive tone. I'm shook into silence, my feelings completely numb. instinctively, I grit my teeth together, holding in the words that came to my mind.

“I am Octavia Elliot, Only child of Alpha Felix and next to Lead the Red Moon pack.” holding herself higher than before. Her aura bleeds out, as if it had been held in and suffocated for too long. She watches my face quietly for a reaction. Her Alpha aura is unusual, strong, and fresh.

*How could I have not noticed her aura before?*

Shock envelopes me, many realizations flooding my head at the same time. Midnight Blue, *My pack*, had been enemies with Red Moon for **years.** Many of my pack members, and *family* members had died at their hands.

I felt stupid, blind.. and even worse, *angry*. She hid this from me until it was too late, *was it intentional?* I felt violated, I felt taken advantage of. Something inside me began to crack, before shattering into a million pieces.

**What the fuck was the moon goddess thinking?!**

A deep growl grows in my throat, echoing into a painful howl. Before I can even regain control of my own emotions and reactions, my claws slip out and I shift. My emotions took over in a beastly manner.

Everything becomes red, all I can think of is how *betrayed* I felt. The pain of being deceived, by someone I allowed to be **too** close to me. Someone I *love*, and I thought loved me.

I had been so fucking naive.

The sounds of glass crashing, and heavy items flying rings in my ears. I rip into fabric, walls, and even furniture.

After many minutes of rage, and pain, I finally realize what I have done. Covered in my own sweat and huffing like an animal, I look into the eyes of my horrified mate. She stood in the elevator, her bag over her shoulder, and a huge claw mark across her face. My hands pinned on either side of me, prying the metal doors open.

Confused, and afraid of myself, I look around. The whole apartment is *trashed*. Lamps and plates broken, the couch and tables broken and clawed to pieces.

I look back at her, watching her *beautiful* heterochromatic irises fill with tears. Every part of her feels scared, every part of me feels *ashamed.*

I think I am going to be *sick*.