Confusion: An Understatement

Hunnie







I Woke up in a cold, dark place.







My body ached and pounded from head-to-toe, especially by my lower back. Trying to get myself to sit up, but my back isn't budging.





The excruciating pain stopping me from allowing myself to rise from the cold, steel floors.





All around is pitch black and not even my poor wolf eyes could see through the darkness. Not that I would even know how to control those just yet anyways...





A familiar scent floods the dark room. The hairs on my body ride to its highest.



I began nervously looking around, but even the pain in my neck restricted my movements.



A fire on the wall flickers on to my side, and I struggle to adjust my blurry vision to the low and subtle light. I turn my head facing away from it.





Managing to see a figure stands there, examining me. I only want to ask what's going on, but the pain in my throat isn't granting my vocal chords the right to work properly.





" Who are you? I won't ask again..." My mate's voice fills the cold room.





My body shivers at his tone. Why is he treating me like this?





Who am I really?....





A raspy voice coming from my throat manages to conjure up, " Hun..nie" and I turn my head to face him.





With my vision loosening up a bit, I can see my mate holding a jar filled with yellow, bubbly, contents. The smell causing a burning in my throat.







I look at him with troublesome eyes. I wish this was all over, he looks ever so handsome and I craved for his better touches...



He stares down back at me, scrutinizing my scared rabbit eyes. I felt helplessly in love.




"WHY DO YOU HAVE MY CHILD AND ALSO HAPPEN TO BE A HYBRID? WHAT MAGIC DID YOU USE TO CARRY MY SEED, WITCH?!" He roars so loud my ears burst, startling me from admiring him.







I began crying uncontrollably. He never used to ever raise his voice at me. Ever.

It hurts so much to hear him use this tone and manner with me.





"Wh-What ch-ch-child?" I croak, feeling moisture from my nose leaking.





He walks up closer to me, and goosebumps cover my skin. His piercing green daggers penetrating my soul. I was becoming frightened again.







Whatever I did I am sorry...







" I-I didn't...use magic Aldrerix.." I accidentally whisper and close my eyes.







"Ahhh!" I cried as he lifts me swiftly off the ground by my hair. His sounds as the gust of wind.







" WHAT DID YOU FUCKING CALL ME?" He yanks my hair and shakes me.







"How do you know that name?" I cover my face at the confusion, crying helplessly.







I was nearly choking on what to say. My soul so very hurt.









My mate must have amnesia, or I must be under some kind of spell...







My eyes meet his dark angry ones, and I become lost in his gaze. A small part of me still craved for this mans love. Why am I like this....Even through times like these.



It reminded me of all the years I worked so hard to be accepted into my coven and they went and turned me into a wolf, then abandoned me in the woods of an unknown country.





Fending for myself, like I've always done for years.







My mate pulls my head back after a few moments of silence, and pushes the jar to my mouth. The liquid content falling down my throat and all over my clothes, burning my flesh.





What is this foul tasting drink?



WHAT IS THIS? ITS BURNS!!!





He drops me to the ground and only then, I feel my insides on fire. A pain so unbearable, all I could do was cough.



"What..." 'Cough'





"are..." 'Cough'





"You doing?" Holding my throat, I asked my mate.







My vision begins to weaken from choking and I only wished to die in this moment. Black and purple stars began to fill my view of my sadistic mate.







"Now....I can make the pain go away if you tell me who you are, and how did you manage to procreate my seed?"







I want to answer him, I really do, but what child is inside of me? How can he ask who I am?







I can't be pregnant, we had fornications only one week ago!







I was starting to feel like this was a test indeed, maybe I wasn't suppose to crack til the very end. Just please kill me already, my poor heart can't take this anymore.



I taste a metallic flavor pour out of my nostrils and mouth before everything went dark again. I felt myself collapse, but not even the impact against the steel floors could wake me.











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Enters Kris,







The Demon-Wolf King's Host,









"KRIS! YOU GOT TO GET OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY BROTHER!"







"DUDE, I'M FREAKING OUT!! PLEASE"







"THE WITCH KRIS.... THE WITCH!"





This friggin idiot! He calls himself a King?!





He bombards our link with nonsense and most of the time he's yelling or crying. How can I understand him if he's attacking me with all kinds of emotions.





First, he was really pissed off finding this Dark Witch in his castle, then he turned psychotic about learning the fact he could actually produce a child, after, he switches to wanting to kill the child because the mother was a Dark Witch!









I don't understand what's going on, plus I'm driving right now!!!







"Bro, bro, calm down." I say through our mind link.





"Explain slowly, I'm already meeting with the jet right now."







I was overseas as of yesterday.





Bahm mind-links me and informs me he has captured a Dark Witch that had been hiding out in his castle. He needed me home right away!



He then proceeds to tell me this witch is pregnant with his child, which I didn't understand, because we all knew he couldn't have children unless it was with amother demon.





This asshole mentions he never slept with the woman, he doesn't even know her. So she must've used some kind of spell on him while he had his guard down, because he can always smell any being's magic.









Not only was I confused and trying to focus on our link as I was working, or driving yesterday, but then he proceeds to tell me that this witch seems very young and she doesn't look native to his lands.







As far as I knew, he killed all the dark witches in his lifetime but since meeting me 20 years ago, there has only been one dark witch he had spared only because, she was in my class.





She was my friend that desperately wanted to be in a coven of Light Witches.







Having to prove that the girl was harmless and not a threat to him, he spared her life.







That was 15 years ago, and I'm sure Hunnie wouldn't be in this country anyways. She loves her coven too much...and she wouldn't entertain the idea of bedding a demon....











As I hopped inside our private jet, we communicated all the way there to his Kingdom. He began filling in all the missing details that I needed.





From my opinion, it defiantly sounded like my King has been bewitched by this Dark Witch.



He even went as far as describing the little curvy witch, as he explained her body to me. Her hair was two-tones, honey colored highlights, with brown thick strands. She seemed of latin ancestors, Bahm said and her eyes were hazel....





It almost and truly sounded like it could of been my first crush.





My childhood love.







Hunnie...





My heart ached suddenly, that could never be her.