Chapter 16: I''m Sorry
Chapter 16: I''m Sorry
I wake up face down on the floor in a heap, arm draped awkwardly over my head and limbs syed out
on the hardwood, disorientated, choking on my own blood, and gagging on bile. Gathering my wits and
trying to get my bearings, I struggle to move, dazed for a moment and then I remember where I am,
and what he''s doing to me. Like a rush of water flowing back to a dry riverbed when the damn is
breached.
That surge of furious self-preservation, instant awareness as the roomes back at me and I jump
up, heart tearing through my chest with elevated thuds, ws appearing, mind a burning mess of mad.
Ready to take him on in a battle to the death and fueled by something inside of me that I never knew I
possessed.
I feel like my hatred could melt steel, with the heat radiating from my fiery depths and I spin hysterically,
ready to demolish my attacker. Body mid turn in furious speed when I realize he is on the other side of
the room from me and looking at me like I have two heads. A good twelve feet away at the least and
crouching down, panting heavily, as though he too is recovering.
"Woah, woah. Lorey, calm down, I didn''t do anything. Stop and breathe. Take a moment before you
start again!" He jumps to his feet, hyperaware of my sudden rise. His palms up, facing me, t out and
he ispletely naked, as am I, which only pushes me to heights of venomous hatred.
ws fully extend as do my teeth and my body shudders as it begins to transform around me, ready to
fight him and maim him until this pain inside of my heart starts to ebb. I''m crushed inside, as though my
soul is ripped to shreds and hanging around my organs like unwanted trash on the wind. I''ve never felt
this much aggression or blood lust, and I have him fully in my sights. My body tingling all over even
though I have no memory of what he has put me through, but enough to know what he intended.
"What did you do to me? Why would you do that to me?" I scream at him, my voice pitched in raw,
raspy, hysteria, but he raises his hands higher and pleads with me mentally. His eyes softening, with no
attempt to turn, as he watches me at a distance.
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Please stop and listen. Let me exin. I haven''t, and wouldn''t, do that to you. He coaxes gently.
You raped me!! I mentally scream back at him, not seeing anything around me anymore, just the
pulsing beat of the vein in his throat as I hone in and know where I''ll be aiming with my take down bite,
I don''t care if it ends us both. I''ll kill him for defiling me, destroying my trust in him, ravaging my heart
and soul this way.
He shakes his head, lookingpletely devastated and disheveled. Radiating so many emotions my
way but I battle them back, like bouncing tennis balls off a ss wall.
NO, I did not! I never intended to either. Lorey, please, sit… I''ll stay here, you stay there, and just let me
talk. I need you to calm down and listen. Think. Remember.
I''m breathing so heavily my chest is heaving and I can''t calm down. Especially not when he''s telling me
to. He has no right; he can''t be serious with this shit after what he just did. He broke the trust, he broke
us, he ruined the bond, and nothing will fix that.
My body is on fire, my blood like moltenva in my veins and I can already tell I''ve turned enough to
heal the marks he made on my body because there is no pain and only dried blood. In fact, my
completeck of injury or any sort of niggling physical hurt, tell me I already turned, but I don''t know
how if I was unconscious, or if that''s even possible if you''re not lucid. I shake it away and re
hatefully, focusing all my rage on his face.
I hate him so much I can almost taste it. I''ll never let him touch me again ore near me. I''ll rip his
throat out if he tries. He''s disgusting and vile to me now and not who I thought he was. An abuser,
unworthy as a leader; not worthy as a mate, as an alpha, and not as a lycanthrope.
"What did you do? Stop lying" It''s a hiss through a sob, a heartbreaking wail of betrayal, a howl from
my wounded wolf and I''mpletely deste. I don''t believe him; about what he says he didn''t do
because I don''t know. I cked out while he was on top of me, doing things…. he had no intention of
stopping. He said it… Hemanded me. He tried to immobilize me so he could finish the deed.
"I had to make you snap. I told you it''s what I intended. And you did. It worked...You''re amazing... your
gift, baby, it''s fucking perfect." There''s a moment of joy followed by a frown as he realizes I am not
sharing in his celebrations or rxing from my stance. Instead I nche at him in stupefied silence. My
brain having a moment and I literally think he might be some kind of sociopath, in denial about what he
just did to me…or tried to…or… I don''t even know anymore.
"What are you talking about? I cked out! How would I fucking do anything excepty there and
sumb?" another sobbing wail, and Colton''s facepletely drops, obvious regret written all over
him and the overpowering sense of pain waving my way. I can feel him trying to tell me this isn''t how it
seems, by using his emotion instead of words. I''m weakening as adrenalin wains, but I won''t relent,
and try hard to brick up my wall once more, to keep him out.
"The human in you zoned out, not the wolf. You lost control, and you turned, you disabled me
completely. You threw me across the room with a strength I couldn''t match. You came at me… I swear,
you had me running around this room just to stop you tearing me from limb to limb. Complete direct
focus and not taking out the house in aftermath, so you''re learning to focus it... Lorey, you had me, and
I honestly don''t think I''d still be here if your energy levels hadn''t gone down before I did." Again, with
that hint of pride and joy, but my death re and crouch to pounce mode has him hurrying the words
out, realizing he isn''t calming me one ounce and I''m ready for a battle, or a second one. I can smell a
hint of slight fearing my way and it only fuels my desire to make him pay. "You pushed all of your
rage on my body, and if I wasn''t half turned and healing fast, you would have killed me. Do you
understand? … Blind sighted, and feral, you would have ended us both…. easily. You got in my head in
ways I don''t think any wolf has ever been capable and youmanded me to stay down and stop. I
couldn''t move. You alpha toned me. You took my strength, mymand and you turned it and made it
a weapon. Baby, don''t you see… you''ve barely grazed the surface of what you can do, and yet you
have so much power and potential already. There''s a sea of something inside of you, and your eyes,
we still need to figure out why they''re red. You''re not a reject, you''re not even a regr pack wolf,
you''re special, and now we know for sure we can harness it, nurture it, bring it out, so you can control it
and show all of them who you really are... there''s a Luna inside of you, and the fates, they gave you to
me for that reason. My father can''t deny you if he can see this kind of power in you." Colton moves
slightly forward, breathless with talking fast, still wary, his hands still up, his eyes locked on mine, but
the trust is wounded and I back away. Snarling at him, baring my teeth as I flicker from human to wolf
again slowly, panting with shallow breaths as my heart pounds faster and rage and fear ws me
apart.
I''m afraid and I don''t believe anything he''s saying to me even if a logical pull is tugging from the recess
of my mind. He stops, looks utterly hopeless and drops his eyes to the floor.
"I know how it looks. I had to make you fight back, and I knew that was a surefire way. I had to see.
This changes things Lorey, can''t you understand? Our packs are verging on a war where more than
ever my mate has to be capable of standing by my side and fighting worse than us. You can absorb my
gifts, which means you can absorb any that youe up against, turn them into something more
powerful and use them with control. You were right when you said I made a choice and I did ... but this
is how we change it. My father has to see that you''re not a ck mark on our people if the fates gave
you a gift like this. There''s hope that I can have them ept you into the pack andy im to what
the fates ordained. You as my mate… as we always should have been..." The muscle twinge in his jaw,
the flicker of his eyes on mine as he begs me to believe, has me spiraling.
I shake my head at him, so consumed with mistrust, my mind a flurry of conflicting emotions, backing
into a corner until I hit the edge of the bed. It startles me and I seem to snap out of my intense focus on
him and look around for the first time, really seeing the room.
It''splete devastation; something worse than the carnage at the orphanage and I gasp as my eyes
follow the gouges and w marks running not just across floor, and walls, but ceilings too. There has
been an epic battle in this room.
Furniture syed or tipped over, trashed, or just bncing precariously. The pictures on the wall either
smashed to the floor or hanging lopsided, some wed through where they hang. Everything is
destroyed around us. All the bed sheets are strewn across the floor, most ripped and gashed, feathers
floating in the air from cushions that no longer exist, and I crouch quickly to grab the nearest sheet to
wrap it around myself. Concealing my body fast.
"There''s one problem with that little ''hope''… I don''t want you to ever touch me again." I snarl out,
prating him with my re, a second wave of anger even though I''m beginning to see that maybe
partially, he isn''t lying to me. He still made me believe he would, he scared me, I can''t be sure he would
have stopped, and for that few seconds of panic before I cked out, I was utterly afraid of him. You
never do that to your bond.
"You''re upset and angry with me. Baby, I would never do that, I swear on the bloodline of my pack. It
was killing me to push you that far and I almost gave in because I couldn''t stomach hurting you like
that. I had to see, I had to force your hand, and now look at you…. standing there, poised for a second
round like a seasoned warrior. You weren''t that girl yesterday…. You''re changing. Coming into your
true form and adapting as you do." He looks almost proud and it tears through me, igniting the wrong
bomb.
"Changing??? I''m FUCKING furious with you!! I''m REACTING, because you''re a sick twisted bastard
whoid his god damn hands on me in the worst kind of way. I can''t ever know for sure if you did stop. I
only have your words! And nothing you say means shit to me now." I scream it at him, not caring if
everyone in this house hears me blow a fuse and go nuclear. What he''s done is unforgiveable. If we
weren''t so far at this side of the house, I''m sure a dozen Santos would have been in here already, to
see what the chaos and noise from this obvious battle zone was all about it.
"You can trust me; I would never do anything to hurt you that way." Colton goes for endearing and
submissively calm. It''s the wrong thing to say entirely, and I''m already volcanic. He just makes me
erupt.
"TRUST?!?!?! Like I trusted the Santos to take care of their own when our people didn''te home!
Like I trusted you to stand for me and honor our bond when we were imprinted…. Like I trusted you to
be alone with me in a fucking bedroom and not try to defile my fucking body! Trust, Colton? …. You''ve
denied me, let me down more than once in our lifetime, you fall at every hurdle the second daddy says
NO. Maybe Carmen has the right idea and you''re not someone I should ever trust. Look at how you
discard women and pick them up as you fancy. You''re weak, you''re no Alpha. Always in your father''s
shadow. You are thest wolf I would ever trust or choose to bond myself to. Not after this!!!" My words
hit him hard and his face closes up, his muscles in his jaw tensing as his eyes dart to the floor, trying to
conceal the wounds I just inflicted upon his heart, but I don''t care.
He has never done anything to prove to me I can trust him and imprinting stupidly made me think I
could. You don''t insult a male''s pride and ego, definitely not his strength. Especially not an Alpha, but
Colton has not been a man for me, he''s been a boy doing what he''s told and denying what the fates
asked of him.
"Carmen slept with someone else, one of my own brothers of Santo. She said it was in heartbreak and
anger, to make me feel the pain I inflicted on her. So no, I didn''t just discard her…. I had to swallow all
of that and stick to mymitment. I made my choice, but she kept using us as a reason to punish me
while conveniently forgetting her sins. Her jealousy and mistrust are her guilt. The imprinting didn''t
make me indifferent to her… she did. She wasn''t fighting the bond or the lure of the fates as I was, she
was trying to wound me and that Lorey, is something you never do to a mate. That''s why I can''t feel
anything for her anymore. It''s why we''re not dating. After the forest, I found out, and since then I
haven''t been able to feel anything but disdain for her." His pained, low toned words silence me and my
anger momentarily; not expecting that mouthful, or the knowledge a femme would betray a mate with
his own pack brother.
That''s all kinds of messed up and I can''t believe he is only telling me now. Even if his heart was no
longer invested, an alphas pride and ego would have been crushed to have been yed like that. His
respect in the pack will be dented, especially if he never took out any act of revenge on his pack
brother to bnce the scales. By Lycanthropew, he should have publicly shamed her, punished her
and his pack brother. Instead he was still trying to fix everything.
With my rage fizzing out and my logical brain easing in to calm my impulse to wreak havoc on him, I
slump down onto the floor,pletely exhausted and pull my ripped sheets around me in a bid to self-
console. My head a blur of what he just said, some weird sympathy for him even, if I should be sill
hating his very bones.
"Show me… prove it… that you never…." I can''t look at him, the storm has blown out of my sails and
I''m tired, but he knows what I''m asking, and he cautiously walks to me. Slowly and surely, keeping his
eyes on me as though he expects me to turn and go for him at any second. I can sense his
apprehension and that gives me a hint that maybe some of what he said was truth. Something made
him afraid, something happened between us and he is taut and ready to defend himself if needs be.
He reaches out when he gets close enough and touches his fingers to my temple, so gently it''s barely a
graze of a touch as he slides down to his knees, bringing his mind to mine and projects the memory I
am missing. I close my eyes and let it flood my mind.
It''s as he says. After I cked out there was a moment of pause, where he stopped, pulled my face to
him from the cushions and looked over me, aware I was no longer responding. His voiceced in
concern, asking if I was okay and trying to rouse me. Genuinely afraid he hurt me or pushed me too far
and that maybe he had stopped me from being able to get air. He turned me over carefully, checked my
breathing, leaned in, and tried to stroke my face to wake me, saying my name softly.
It''s like I stopped and became vacant and there were long seconds of nothing from me. He released his
hold on me, panic rising inside of him, afraid he had done something to me, checked my pulse, stroked
my face again and tried to shake me, whispering my name softly. He didn''t do anything more to hurt
me, just bring me round. When it looked like he started moving to pull me up to sit, so drenched in his
concern, Ipletely exploded, transforming in a blink, like he woke the dormant beast.
My wolf form seemed tobust from thin air, my eyes snapped open, burning red with the rage of
Lucifer and then all hell broke loose. Just like he said it did. I was in it for his blood. Relentless, and I
don''t recognize myself in the memory.
I cringe as the pictures and images show me wounding him in ways an average wolf would never have
healed from. I was on him, after him, rolling around as he tried to battle me off, without actually trying to
hurt me. Bit him, wed him, savagely ripped at him, over, and over. I wouldn''t relent, and he was right.
His power was no match for mine. He had to heal as fast as I inflicted savagery, just to stay breathing
and I was a tornado of hatred who was not willing to stop. Delivering a thundering blow, eliciting a yelp
from him, so high pitched it hurts even in memory, my ears wincing at the sound.
My ws imbedding in his chest, an inch from his heart, which I guess is where I was aiming before my
wolf gave up. Unable to stay in form when it''s still so new for me and takes so much stamina, I slumped
onto the floor, all ability zapped out as I transformed back to girl, passing out in a careless huddle.
Colton crawled from under me, sliding his torn body, yanking my talons from his chest, bleeding out
and groaning as he struggled to the wall to turn and save himself. Where I awoke to find him, back as a
man, recovering. That''s where my memory rejoins what I woke up to.
I have no words, and when he lets me go and sits back on his haunches, I can feel the relief swarming
my way that he knows I can''t deny what I saw. We can''t twist the memories or alter them; he didn''t lie
to me at all. I saw for myself that what he said was true, I can''t deny it in any way. I sit in stunned
silence and let it sink in, so hyper aware of his presence, sensitive, but emotionally all over the ce
and unsure how to feel.
"Imagine what you could do when you harness it and are trained to fight." His words are hushed, his
handing up to touch my cheek gently and I flinch away from him. Still on high alert, and wary, but
also submerged in shame at what I saw myself do. I didn''t recognize that wolf as any connection to me.
She was feral and relentless, and insanely wild. This is why they never allow us to turn if we can''t
control ourselves.
"I could have killed you. I tried to kill you." It''s uttered in broken shame, my voice shaking and raspy as
it all filters through. Steeped in feelings of severe guilt. I can''t look at him, but he leans in, sliding his
hand under my face softly, tilts my chin up and meets my eyes with his, a smile on that handsome face
that shows no anger at what I did.
"The fates wouldn''t give me a mate I can''t handle. Besides, if I died, you would have too, and we could
have been together in the afterlife to carry on without all this drama." That cheeky smirk hits his face,
mixed with relief that I''m finally calming down, and a little too cocky that he''s winning me over. I can''t
help the tiny ghost of a smile that twinges on my own lips, a little annoyed that he always seems to be
able to draw me out like this. I have no words, and I as go to say something more, his face falls and
that serious tone kicks in, cutting into our conversation hastily.