43. A thousand bodies.

"You shouldn't have done that." The deep, threatening voice echoed throughout the large bedroom.

Ally tried to notice whoever stood in the window frame, but the night was way too dark to see even her hand if it was held inches from her face. The young woman kept fighting against her captor, but Deimos seemed to have another plan in his mind. He still held her down, but now his mouth and face came nowhere near her skin.

The Princess felt how her heart rate increased. If the situation and her current position wouldn't change- Ally was sure that the blood pumping muscle would break her ribcage within a few minutes. Even though there was someone else, she didn't feel safe. Deimos had turned into someone she didn't know, not that she had enough time to get to know him properly. Before he left, they spent a fantastic time side by side, and Ally did dream about various outcomes. All possibilities, yet none close to his sudden change of actions.

"Deimos, let go of me. Please, I'm begging you." She tried to reason him one last time. Perhaps something in him would change, there always was a possibility of change of one's heart.

Ally couldn't stop thinking about how this wasn't him. Of course, Deimos did come back as a changed man, but not for a second did she thought of him changing for worse. She knew him as the cocky asshole with a painful past and genuinely kind heart. If that was just a game, just a mask to hide his true intentions- the young woman felt disgusted by his actions.

"Why don't we play a little game, huh? I'm sure you'll love it; it's called " mark the Princess and make bitch suffer." I think it might be a fantastic chance for us to get to know each other better, given we would have the whole lifetime." Even though Ally couldn't see anything, she somehow noticed the sickening grin appearing on her captor's lips. The young woman didn't want to bare his mark, but she couldn't fight back. Speaking of which- her beast was silent, and the body felt as if she had no muscles. Ally was one of the rare females, capable of taking down a grown warrior, yet she couldn't fight against him. What on Earth was happening to her?

"You, better than anyone else, know that I would walk over thousands of bodies to keep her safe." This time the voice sounded from a closer distance, and finally, Ally could understand who was there. Wrath.
He flicked his fingers once, and a dim light illuminated the bedroom, making Ally squeeze her eyes shut. Even though the light wasn't as bright, it still hurt her heightened senses.

The room fell deadly silent; she could feel how Deimos let go of her, but her body still wouldn't move. Whatever he did, it made Ally assume that he had paralyzed her.

She tried to open her eyes; this time, starting at the light source didn't hurt as much. With great effort, she tilted her head towards where Wrath was supposed to stand. Ally gasped, her eyes traveling over his blood-covered body and clothing. He obviously didn't leave her alone to deal with some peaceful errands, proving the truth behind his words. Wrath was a murderous creature, as much as Ally tried to deny the fact, sooner or later, she would have to face his true nature. Nobody was capable of taking away the things he truly cared about- revenge and thirst for blood.
She turned her head towards Deimos, finding it extremely difficult to move even for an inch. Her eyes widened in shock, but at this point, she couldn't open her mouth even for a slight gasp. The male, who sat on top of her, wasn't the same man, who kissed her in the lake. His beautiful facial features faded, far away from the creature he became now. His tan skin was replaced with charcoal black scale alike texture, the male's eyes held a bright green glow, remaining something Ally could imagine in her worst nightmares.

"He won't be able to mark you unless you say that it's precisely what you want. He will, though, be able to get in your head and manipulate your thoughts and memories. Judging by your reaction, you didn't know that your friend isn't quite what he pretended to be. This miserable piece of crap, here, is a fucking incubus. The reason why you feel so weak and drained of energy is that he's here." Wrath took a step closer, making Deimos hiss in anger.

It wasn't a game of power between two anymore; it was far much more for Deimos. He was there to feed off from one of the highest Royals, an opportunity which wouldn't repeat itself. Wrath, on the other hand, held no interest in watching the male, sitting on his mate for any longer, he threw a punch at Deimos and smirked as the male fell off the bed. He didn't start feeding, at least something was positive in the whole situation. If Wrath came a little later, he would end up with a damaged mate. Not that it matters, he would love Ally despite everything, but her well being came first.

As soon as one starts feeding on their victim, they form a bond. A sick, twisted and awful bond, yet strong enough for the victim to feel it. It was similar to the Stockholm syndrome, making the victim keep on running back to their abuser, but this case was far more dangerous. Ally would find Deimos, give him all her energy in exchange for phantom pleasure. Within a couple of feeding times, Ally would die, drained from any life she ever had.

"Fuck out of here; nobody invited you to our little party, Wrath. Go, disappoint your precious little mate a little more, keep killing the innocent since that's what you're so good at doing." Deimos wouldn't be back off; he stood up to sit next to Ally in an instant. His hand grabbed hers, squeezing her slender fingers.

"You're testing my patience." Wrath spoke quietly. If Ally didn't know him, she would assume that the deadly sin didn't care about her anymore.

"And why would I?" Deimos chuckled, cupping Ally's cheek like a worried lover. All of his actions were intentional, challenging Wrath to show his real face. Ally might try ignoring tales and rumors, but if the male showed off the way he was- the Princess would become an easy target. Not for Deimos alone, many wanted the Royals dead.

"Touch her face, and I will touch yours." Wrath growled out the last warning. His frame seemed to grow larger as the anger overtook him. Of course, for the past couple of days, he had done his best to come across as a sane and loving man, but he would risk losing the image if that was needed to keep Ally safe.

"We will meet again. I promise that I won't keep you waiting for too long." Deimos leaned down and traced his lips over Allie's jawline. He noticed the intense stare from Wrath and smirked. The male's eyes followed to his opponent's firsts, both squeezed tighter than ever before, a small flame surrounding them.

Just as Wrath was about to throw another punch, Deimos disappeared. The lights flickered, leaving nothing but a faint wave of shadows where the person used to sit. Despite his disappearance, Wrath didn't seem even a little bit calmer. His body still shook in anger, Ally gasped, slowly regaining her strength and watching the horrifying scene unwrapping in front of her eyes. The man, who saved her, now didn't have even a bit of look of humanity in him. Bones in his face became more structured, changing the shape and sharpness with each breath he took. If there wasn't enough blood before, now it seemed as if it was flooding down on him like a waterfall. Even the shape of his teeth changed, each time making him look like a different monster. All of his faces were ones you'd see in your worst nightmares. Ally sat up, crawling backward, closer to the edge of the bed. The young Princess was sure that she was hallucinating, there was no way such real-life glitch could happen to a person.

"Wrath, stop, you're scaring me." Her voice was barely audible, the Princess kept shaking in fear.

"Well, well, well.. Look at you now- crawling, cornering yourself like a scared animal. Where are the Royal bravado, strength, and power? Where are those, Ally? But wait, now, when I think of it- you wouldn't act any differently. Wrath this, Wrath that. It's funny how I know so much about you, and you don't know as much as my name. I'd come whenever I felt that you were under danger, dropping any promise or mission for your safety. The more I do that, the more do and don't I get. The more nagging about my broken promises and nature would come my way. Face it, Ally, I'm here to stay- like it or not. I will keep on risking everything I have to keep your ass out of trouble or danger. And I won't change a thing about myself. No need to start stupid discussions, I knew your plan and read your thoughts a long time ago. Selene, one who created us, couldn't change me, so what makes you think that you could? You're stuck with a murderous, bloodthirsty bastard. A thank you here, and there would be nice- you have no idea what I will have to go through to find that little incubus lover of yours. And yes, I will kill him. I could settle the problem without violence, but what's the fun in that? Goddess, you're pushing my buttons so fucking bad." Wrath approached Ally like a predator would his prey. The male's eyes switched colors faster than flashes in a nightclub would. The angrier he became, the more his face kept changing.

Ally stared right into his eyes, biting onto her cheek to keep quiet. The young woman wanted to scream, call him names, and eventually attempt to attack Wrath, yet his changing image made her stay put. Who knew how much more could she piss him off, making the whole situation worse than it was at this point. One thing Ally couldn't understand was why his attitude changed so suddenly. Even all those times, when she tried to chase him away- Wrath kept trying to kiss or hold her for a little more.
Silently, she enjoyed his determination, slowly giving in to the male's charms. Even though he was angry, scolding Ally and pointing out everything he didn't like, the Princess feared the possibility of him leaving.
She missed the closeness, even if it was for a moment, and tonight- she wouldn't be able to fall asleep without him by his side. Out of nowhere, Ally thought of his accusations about how poor her knowledge about him was. She never asked did he had a name, the Princess never questioned anything about his past, fearing his reaction.

"I admit that there's a lot of things I have done to wrong you, but you never gave me a chance to get to know you. How about- calm down, sit next to me, and let's talk? I have many questions, a lot of things I want to know about you. It's okay if you don't want to, but don't be angry about my lack of knowledge here. You had years to follow and watch me while I found out about your existence just a little while ago. Give me a break, I know you want to make this work, but so do I. Kill, destroy, and do whatever you want, but please, just please don't flash it in front of my eyes. This is just as new for me as it is for you, and I understand your concern about my well being. Listen, I'm used to being able to defend myself, but all those creatures of shadows are something new for me since I've never faced one before. I am trying, but if that's not enough, you have to turn your back on me and leave before we go too far." The Princess remained calm and collected as she spoke. Despite how stressful her life had become, Ally still wanted to spend the rest of her life with Wrath. The Moon Goddess intended to pair both for a reason, as unreal as the couple seemed to be. They would be the first mixed mates in history- coming from the Underworld and the Werewolf King's Kingdom. The union between the two worlds was forbidden, but if Selene paired them, she had a purpose in mind. Ignoring any other boyfriend was understandable, yet ignoring a mate would end in disaster. For them both.

Wrath shook his head, his breathing normalizing and facial features, slowly turning back into one's Ally had grown to love. Despite the fear, the Princess couldn't stop admiring him. Wrath was a fine specimen, whenever he was around- Ally couldn't understand how she could ever like someone else. No one could compare to the terrifying creature, who smiled at her.

"Darius." He announced, sitting dangerously close to Ally. His hand instantly sneaked around her waist like a snake, pulling the young woman closer.

"Huh?" Ally found herself at a loss of words, surprised by his sudden action. The Princess stared down at her feet, hiding the bright blush creeping on her cheeks.

"My name. My name is Darius, not a deadly sin, monster, killer, freak, or Wrath. I can't remember the last time when I let someone know it, or even more- gave anyone a chance to call me by my name. You can still address me as Wrath if that makes you feel more comfortable. But I would love it if you would choose to grab the given chance. I bet that stupid name sounds way better when you say it." He chuckled, snaking his palm on her cheek and turning Ally's head to face him.

She gasped, noticing the way how he didn't bother to hide emotions. Ally loved how easily she could see it if he was truthful or if he lied. Love and adoration were written all over his face, making her blush even brighter.

"Darius," Ally repeated his name, testing the taste of it on her lips.

"Not only better, but hotter." He chuckled, bringing his lips to hers. This time Ally didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around his shoulders and give in to the magic of his kiss. Whenever their lips collided, the Princess felt as if everything faded- there was nothing left but them two. She smiled in their kiss, gently biting onto his lower lip.

"Fuck this," Darius growled, his lips traveling to the crook of her neck. Ally didn't think any wrong of it, since it wasn't the first time he did so. When she felt a slight sensation of something extremely sharp against her skin, the Princess gasped. "What's the matter, little wolf? Scared?"