+CHAPTER 19+ The Descendants Of Elves

Standing at the window Amber looked towards Darach, who left the room as if it was on fire. He was outside her house, pulling at his own hairs, cursing at the Moon, punching the trees near him like a maniac, in his mad rage.

Amber knew that she should not have turned her back on him. She touched the crook of her neck with her fingers, where Darach had placed his mark on her. 

It hurt like a bitch.

But the injury wasn't Darach's fault. He must be feeling bad for hurting her. She didn't want to push him, didn't want to turn her back on him but the claiming bite was becoming too much to bear, she felt so much pain as if her soul was ripping apart.

Just for saving him from the site of her injury, she turned her back on him. She still remembered the remorse and pain he had felt after accidentally punching her instead of Rome. Amber didn't want him to go through that again.

While tracing her injury, Amber caught the sight of her hand. Her nails had transformed into claws, she turned towards the mirror set in the corner of her room and nothing in this world could have prepared her for the site she witnessed in the mirror.

There she was standing in the mirror, her once black colored hairs with red streaks were now grayish white. Her eyes snapped towards the reflection of her eyes and she was greeted with black eyes with blood-red orbs, black flooded even the whites of her eyes. 

Her blood-red lips parted at witnessing her own appearance in the mirror. 

In the reflection, her witch form was staring back at her. The form that had barely effected her appearance in the past was now on full display. It was the first time she was seeing her transformation.

By marking Amber as his own, Darach had provoked her inner witch and the witch came out for his blood. 

If Amber had lost her control over her inner witch, she definitely would have gone for Darach's throat. 

Her witch didn't understand the concept of forgiveness or acceptance. She goes by the rule that eye for an eye. Unconcerned by the fact that the eye for an eye only ended up making the whole world blind.

Mustering her courage she turned her back to the mirror and then turned her head back, gazing at her own reflection, a deafening scream escaped from her red lips at the sight of her scarred back.

She fell on her knees.

Her clock has been lifted~

Her scars were on full display.

Realization struck her. So that was what had made Darach run from her room. It has nothing to do with her injury. He ran from the sight of her scars.

He saw the scars, scars that she had hidden so well from prying eyes. Scars that she can't get rid of.

A sob escaped from her lips. He must have felt disgusted with her scars. How could he not, they were hideous to look at. 

A gift from her birth mother. A gift she didn't ask for. Hell, she didn't even ask her mother to give birth to her. If she had so much hatred in her heart for a mere baby than it was better that she should have killed Amber before even giving birth to her.

It would have saved Amber from so much pain.

Picking up the vase from the side table of her bed, Amber threw it at the mirror, breaking it into pieces. 

She picked a broken glass shard from the ground. Holding it in her palm her closed her fingers around it. The glass was digging into her flesh, blood dripped from her hand. 

Sweat dotted her brow as she clenched her jaw against the pain, not making a sound. 

How good will it feel to return the favor to her mother~ 

She can easily take her down or she could decorate her delicate Fey features with the same scars that she had given Amber.

Will Amber feel satisfied while holding the face of the woman in the deadly snow, the woman who abandoned her in the wastelands on the same poisonous snow.

Amber wanted to return the pain that her mother dished out to her.

Amber was enjoying the thoughts of retribution that her inner witch was introducing to her.

Amber tightened her fingers around the shard a little more. She had never felt this much influence of her inner witch on her mind. She was enjoying every second of her witch powers coursing through her veins.

Amber's lips curved almost in a smile. It was like she was getting high on her witch's evil thoughts.

The feeling was euphoric~

"What the fuck are you doing lass!" Darach bellowed.

Amber's eyes snapped towards her mate who was standing at the door of her room, staring at her. His face was decorated with a look of pure horror.

He was back.

He came back to her. . .

Amber dropped the glass shard from her palm, hiding her hand behind her back. It was already healing.

"Lass I di__" Darach tried to speak but she concealed her face in her hands when another sob threatened to escape from her. 

Darach's return has thrown Amber off her high horse, pulling her out of her retribution plans.

"I understand if you don't want me anymore. You are free to leave. Just leave! Please__" Her last words were more like a plea. 

She just didn't want him to pity her and her scars. She didn't want him to act like he cared when he just wanted to leave her and run back to his kingdom. Away from her.

Why would he want her when Amber's own parents didn't want her. . .

She was thrown by her own blood. Will she ever be able to move on from the heartache that her parents had blessed her with..?

A pair of big rough hands pulled her smaller ones from her face. Darach was on his knees in front of her. He traced her injured hand with his fingers lightly. 

It was the first time the beast was witnessing this vulnerable side of his mate. And it scared the hell out of him. 

"Why would you do this to yourself lass? A strong woman like you should never inflict pain on herself." Darach asked softly.

"I wasn't inflicting pain on myself." Amber replied groggily, not looking him in the eyes.

How can she tell him that she was thinking to embed that shard in the heart of the woman who gave birth to her? She didn't realize that she was hurting herself while thinking about harming that heartless woman.

If her appearance didn't scare him off than knowing that how much she was fucked up in her head will definitely send him running away from her.

No man would like a broken woman~

Darach lifted her chin up, molten golden eyes were gazing at her with affection. There was not even a tiny amount of pity or disgust in them.

"Lift you chin up Amber. Remember who's lass you are. You are my Queen and a Queen doesn't bow her head down, not even to her king." Tears fell from her black eyes at his words. He was too good to be true.

"You saw them, didn't you? How could you not be disgusted with them, with me?" For the first time, Amber voiced her insecurities out loud in front of another being. 

She had never told anyone how much her scared back bothered her. Maybe because no one saw them beside her mate. She has never lifted the magical clock off her. 

By claiming her Darach had bound himself to her soul, removing her magical clock without knowing it.

It was beyond her how her scars didn't bother him when Amber herself has not become accustomed to them.

How can a person accept your flaws when you didn't accept them yourself?

"Why would I feel disgusted by them lass? They are your war trophies. They are the signs of your brave survival. I couldn't be more proud of my wee lass. Tell me do I have to kill the person responsible for those battle trophies or you have done the deed already?" Darach asked with vengeance shining in his eyes.

"You don't have to sugarcoat this. I won't be offended if you don't like my scars, I can hide them if you want." She offered. She was just tempting him, trying to find out what he really felt about her scars.

"I wasn't sugarcoating anything. You are the prettiest woman I have ever encountered in my life." Darach said while wiping the tears from Amber's face. "I would never want you to hide something about yourself from me. I want to be your safe place lass where you hide from your worries. Those scars changed nothing between us." Her heart thudded at his words.

He wanted to be her safe place.

"Now dare you to call me petty woman!" Amber snapped at him. She knew that he would have difficulty in being used to her scared back but Amber didn't know that he would call her petty at her face.

On one hand, he wanted her to feel comfortable around him and on the second he was calling her petty at her face. Bastard!

"I said pretty lass not petty." Darach laughed at Amber but at her killer look, he stopped immediately.

"Don't provoke me Darach. My witch doesn't act kindly when provoked and her ego is already wounded after your claiming bite. Don't give her one more reason to beat your ass." Amber narrowed her eyes at him.

"She's angry with me because I hurt you? What will take for me to be back in her good graces?" Darach wiggled her brow at her suggestively.

"She's angry at me not you and you were never in her good graces in the first place so technically you can't be back where you have never been before." Amber replied nonchalantly.

"Why is she angry with you?" Confusion was evident in his tone.

"Because I didn't listen to her and I let you mark me against her will. She's just being paranoid about you, in her opinion you are going to harm me." Amber told him truthfully.

"If she thinks like that then she's definitely paranoid. I will never harm you. You are my mate!" Darach said, hugging her close.

"You hurt me when you ran out of here as if your ass was on fire. And you cannot harm me or her, she can hand you your arse if you ever even tried to harm us physically." Amber said looking straight in his eyes.

"You wounded me there lass. Such a little faith you have there in me. Thanks for boasting my male alpha ego." Darach said while holding a hand over his heart as if her words hurt him badly.

A giggle threatened to escape from Amber's mouth at his antics.

She was now particularly sitting on his lap, his hands holding her close to his chest. She didn't know how they end up in this position but she wasn't complaining.

"I could have told you that you're stronger than me but that would be a lie." Amber smirked at him.

"And can I ask my wee mate that what made her think like that?" Darach raised his left eyebrow in a questioning manner while gazing down at her.

"You know I'm a badass and my witch is super evil and a little bitchy sometimes, together we are the deadliest combination." She replied smugly.

"Right now I think that my deadly mate needs some clothes and an ointment for the injury that her stupid mate gave her." Darach said, his molten golden eyes zoomed on her neck. 

That was when Amber realized that she was naked in his arms. It amazed her how comfortable she was feeling in his arms with her flaws on full display.

Maybe it was in her lycan nature to feel comfortable around her mate.

"You forgot, ointments don't work on me. I'll be as good as new after a little sleep." Amber reminded him.

“My apologies.” He solemnly raised a palm. 


“Uh-huh. Don’t forget it.” She mumbled sleepily.

"I won't my Queen." Darach replied while picking her up in his arms and tucking her in bed. When he tried to head towards the door Amber held his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"Don't you want to cuddle?" Amber asked softly.

"I suck at cuddling, lass. You need rest and If I get in this bed with you after like five minutes I'll be touching your private parts." Amber's cheeks turned scarlet at his admission.

"I will be in the healing center, I'm going to pay a visit to Connor while you rest." Darach said, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead. His eyes were flickering from molten gold to blue and then back to golden. 


'Ask him why isn't he giving back control to his human Amber. . . Mend the shattered mind before he strikes...Ask before he destroys. . . ASK THE FILTHY WOLF~' Amber jumped at the sneering whisper.

It was her Fey who whispered the words in her head. When she tried to talk to her she has already retracted back in some corner of her mind. 

It was the first time her Fey had spoken to her. She never spoke or interacted. Hell Amber didn't even know that her Fey had a voice.

It seemed like Darach was making alive every fraction present inside her. Firstly her lycan than her witch's transformation and now her Fey sneering in her mind.

It was so overwhelming for Amber with her inner witch filling her mind with the thoughts of violence, her inner Fey planting doubt about her mate while her inner lycan was filling her heart with love and affection for Darach. 

Feys were lethal. They were the descendants of Elves. Fey has a unique ability to read other's minds. They can know your darkest secrets just by looking into your soul. If you ever let your walls down around them, they will just need a few seconds to read your insecurities, fears, hatred, your darkest secrets and everything that you have hidden deep into your soul.

Amber's eyes fell on the king of lycan's retracting back with a thousand questions on her mind.

Why the beast wasn't giving back control to Darach? His flickering eyes were clearly indicating that Darach was fighting for control but the beast wasn't letting him out. But why?

What had her Fey seen in him? What had triggered her Fey? Why would her Fey alarm her about Darach?

Her own mate~