Chapter 19
Evelynne:
It felt like breath left my lungs the moment I stepped into the large building, and the first thing I came across was Desmond sitting sprawled on a chair, with a triumphant smile on his face.
It was difficult to apprehend what he was happy about until the moment he finally turned his face to my direction, with a tilt of his head.
My eyes traveled across the large space, before I stepped in.
“Where’s my brother?” I asked the moment I stepped into the large living room of the Pack house, which was barely five houses away from Desmond’s residence.
Before I came here and while on my way here, throughout the nearly ten minutes drive, I had pondered on ways I’ll get my brother out of this building, but to my utmost surprise, there was no sight of Elli here.
And no one else was here, everywhere was too silent. It seemed like only Desmond and I were in the large space.
“I just knew you would come.” Desmond said with a smug smile that sent an uncomfortable feeling down the pit of my stomach.
What exactly was he smiling about? my mind pondered with worry.
For some reason, as he stood up and walked to my direction I felt a strange pull towards him.
My brows squeezed into a frown and my legs moved back. “What are you trying to to do? and where’s my brother?” I regarded him, his expression was more serious than before.
“What’s your connection with Rhysand?” his legs came to a slow stop as he stopped in front of me, “Why did he help you out?”
I rose a brow at him, “I have no connection with him,” I took another step back, but that was until I couldn’t feel anything but the hard wall behind me.
My heart took a quickened pace when I realized that the closer he came, the heavier a wave of intense emotions enveloped
- me.
“That’s a lie,” Desmond’s expression turned thunderous, and I wondered what was going on in his head and what was the reason behind his sudden twist in expressions.
“He helped you out for no reason?” He asked, and I found myself nodding, cause I, just like Desmond never knew the reason Rhysand had helped me out in the first place.
He simply did it, perhaps out of sheer pity–that’s what I thought, and what it looked like.
“Where’s my brother?” The lump in my throat felt heavy to swallow and my eyes trailed low, realizing Desmond was barely five steps away for me.
His dull brown eyes regarded me for a moment, and it was then I saw the different emotions of fury swirling in them.
Anger, pure rage and something wild was hidden in the depths of his eyes, “Your brother isn’t here.” He responded after a while, taking another step closer.
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“Then where is he?” Fear enveloped me, wondering where they had taken him.
My mind was too occupied with worry that I didn’t realize he had taken two more steps closer to me.
The large room suddenly became too small for me to breathe in, and a new wave of terror fueled me, cause I realized too late that despite the fact I had rejected Desmond, he never accepted my rejection–so, it was almost null.
Which meant, the bond was still there, which was the reason behind why my body was reacting to his closeness.
“Your brother was released the moment you said you were coming over.” Desmond’s gaze trailed down from my eyes down to my lips, and then my neck.
It was then I realized that he wanted to mark me. And devour me out of my will, so I have no reason to leave him again.
“What?” I heard myself asking him, cause I failed to get what he had said and was too occupied with my fear.
“Your brother isn’t here,” he said again.
“He was released minutes ago.” He added.
“Oh,” was all I could mutter, and before I could get the chance to turn around and find my way out of here so I don’t end up succumbing to the pull of the mate bond between us, Desmond trapped me to the wall.
A gasp escaped out of my lips, “Why?” his voice came out desperate and wild with fury, “Why did you reject me? you loved you.” At this moment, my shoulders trembled and I recoiled at his words.
Loved? that was past tense. Perhaps he did before, but that was before he started sleeping with my best friend.
“Desmond, stop this.” I pushed at his chest, to leave me with a breathing space, but he had other plans.
knew I
Desmond pressed himself further closer to me and trapped me by holding my wrists to the wall, my eyes widened and I fought to release myself from his grasp.
“Desmond, stop this,” I found myself pleading, because unfortunately for me, there was still a slim attraction pulling me in attraction? no, it was lust.
And that was because I was still bound to him–he never accepted my rejection.
“Desmond, stop this,” a pleading cry escaped my lips when he reached his fingers to the buttons of my blouse, and his eyes remained nestled in my neck.
My eyes burned with unshed tears because for some reason, it was difficult to find myself out of his grasp.
Perhaps cause of the tight grip he had on my wrists.
Perhaps cause of the mate bond between us.
Or maybe cause there was still a part of me—a silly, stupid part- that was attracted to him.
No, it was everything but the last option.
My mind swirled in different ways to escape his grasp. His chestnut hair was disheveled and as he glanced up at me. Eyes to eyes. Breath to breath, I realized he was drunk as the heavy stench of alcohol hit my nostrils.
“You are drunk, Desmond,” I tried reasoning with him, but failed woefully as his lips broke into a smile.
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“I know.” He breathed, “Evelynne, do you realize what you’ve done?” he said in such a tone that sent fear down my nerves, and I shook my head.
Disgust, heat, anger, and fear danced with my emotions.
“You humiliated me,” he said in a small voice, “In front of a whole crowd of people,” he added, and my mind went back to what he had bitterly done to me.
The humiliation he faced cause of my rejection can never be close to the humiliation I felt in the two years I spent with him in my past life.
Knowing this, made my body boil with more rage than I could fathom, so I continued struggling to get out of his hold.
“Stop it,” he cautioned in a serious tone, but it barely got to me cause all I wanted was to get out of here.
I had been tricked into coming over, and it never dawned on me that something like this was waiting in store for me.
If he marked me with force, I’ll be bound to him–once again–and it will ruin the chance I have to make this life different. He trailed a finger along my eyes, and his lips parted as his finger went down to my nose, and then my lips. “Desmond stop this, or I promise that you’ll get far more humiliated this time around when people hear of what you are trying to do.”
My words were meant to make him think about the consequences, not infuriate him, but I got the latter.
“Oh,” he said thoughtfully, but a second later, his hand went down to my shirt and rather than undoing the buttons like he had intended, he yanked my shirt from the middle, which resulted in having the buttons travel in different directions.
I stared at him with wide eyes and before I could mutter a word, his hand was groping my breast.
The silly attraction caused by the mate bond soon faded away when it dawned on me that he was going to force me, to get what he wanted.
“Desmond stop!” tears burned at my eyes and a wave of fear clawed back to my heart–my facade of staying calm was far
gone.
“I still want you, Evelynne. And I’ll never reject you,” he whispered close to my lips.
God, someone help.
Desmond was above thinking at this moment as he pressed his body so close to me.
“You were never meant to find out about Gabriella and I. You would have lived happily with me. I would give you whatever you want. And I’ll stand by you no matter what,” the smooth way those words slipped out of his lips should have been able to convince–deceive- me, but I knew better.
And with a new wave of rage, and a sudden urge to flee from his grasp, I kneed him in the crotch with all the strength that I could muster.
The action must of shocked him, cause he let go of my wrist and took a step back, his face twisted in pain.
“You are out of your mind,” My heart hammered as I spat out.
“Whether you reject me or not, I stand by my words and nothing would make me reconsider. Not even if you mark me out of my will.”
Before he could recover from his pain, I was already out on my way to the door, with tears streaming down my eyes, and my
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shoulders trembling with force and fear.
The last thing I heard was his pathetic call to my name.
And at that moment, as tears slipped out of my eyes uncontrollably, I swore to make him pay.
For everything.
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