"Why? Do you expect that we would be living happily?" As I struggled to get to my feet from the floor, my eyes widened. I couldn't believe that this was the same guy I had fallen in love with; he had transformed into a completely new person after the wedding. It's as if he went from being an Angel to being a devil overnight.
"F- Farrell… I- I don't understand. You agreed to this— Ahh!" My sentence was cut short midway through as he marched up to me and tightened his grip on my neck as I stood up from the floor.
"Huh, do you really think that I wanted this marriage?" Every time I attempted to free myself from his grasp, his grip grew stronger and tighter around my neck. After a while, I began to feel as if there was not enough air for me; I couldn't take any more breaths and my throat felt as if it was about to burst at any moment. I mean, he wouldn't kill me, would he?
"You… You and your family were the reason why I ended up right here. I have dreams and plans for myself and my fiancé but I had to leave her just to marry trash like you! I trash that had nothing to offer but the fact that she is a wolf and her body! Ahh!"
When my back abruptly collided with the cold, thick wall after he threw me there. I felt my body almost collapse and my vision went dark for a brief moment. He had thrown me on the wall like I was nothing
"I never wanted you! I never wanted the fact that I am born like this! And now I am tied with you!" He barked after he lifted my head off the ground and pulled my hair into the air. In addition, my back feels like it's been broken, and my scalp has begun to hurt like a bitch.
"F- Farrell... Y- You… You're hurting m-me—" It was at that point that blood started streaming out of my mouth and I had to stop myself from talking.
"Good, you need just need to sit still and look pretty. You won't need to do anything," he said in hushed tones, and his grasp on my hair was immediately loosened. When my head landed hard on the cold tiled floor, I began to hear a high-pitched ringing in my ears.
Just like that, Farrell rose to his feet and gazed down at me with his gold eyes, which only appear when a wolf was outraged by something. He wiped the blood from his cheeks with his sleeve before stepping out of our house. I couldn't move any of my muscles, and it seemed like I was back in the woods, doing my training routine.
No, in fact, this was more painful than the cuts I had during the training session. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I didn't fight back when I could have. Even though I was one of three elite members of our pack, I feel as if every experience I had gained the hard way was completely absent when he looked me in the eyes.
I understand why since I was immediately taken with him the first time, I met him. I was aware that he had a fiancé at the time, so I had no expectation that he would consent to this marriage, yet he did. And now he's blaming me as if we didn't give him a choice in the matter.
Wolves had the ability to heal themselves but I think the broken bones at my back would take time before they would heal completely. My breathing started stabbing and that's when everything sinks into me.
When I saw drops of water start pooling on the floor, that was when I realized that tears started falling from my eyes without my permission.
Even though the elders took me and the other children to a dangerous jungle for training, I didn't shed a single tear. Despite the fact that we were there for three years, I never cried as the other kids did. I took a few steps back from the floor before carefully making my way upstairs.
I wished I could have seen everyone. My family, my cousins, and my friends I miss them all. I'm sure they were all congratulating each other for this marriage.
"Ida?" I froze in my spot while I was trying to walk upstairs when I suddenly heard a familiar voice echoing inside the big house.
"Whose blood was that?" She asked as she continued walking forward; she was beaming as she voiced the question, but it all vanished when she took a whiff of the scent of my blood.
"What happened to you?" She immediately starts running up the stairs till she catches up with me. There's no denying that she's the fastest runner in our pack. When she noticed the faint evidence of tears on my face and in my eyes, her eyes grew even more.
"What happened to you, Ida. Don't you dare lie to me," she made a threat, and I noticed the glint of gold in her eyes as she did so. Uh oh, here comes the bad news. Dalia was a really close cousin of mine; I was born a year before her, but she always treated me as if she were a big sister, which I greatly appreciated.
"I- It's nothing, I just tripped and had my head hit," I said as I began my ascent to the second floor, where my room was located. I attempted to walk as casually as I could, but I came dangerously close to falling to the ground when Dalia suddenly struck my back.
"You tripped, huh? No wonder there was blood on the wall and your backbones were almost shattered. Tell me what's going on here, or else…" My breath caught in my throat as her eyes were almost gold, and I swear I'll have a hard time restraining her once she's entirely enraged.
"He- He's not the same, Dalia…" I started since I couldn't come up with a good way to begin it.
"What do you mean he's not the same? Ida, you left just minutes ago and this was what would welcome me! Tell me what he did, Ida. Or I swear I'm going to kill him without hearing his explanation," her threats continued, and this time my tears began to fall as my heart began to feel as if it were being suffocated when I think of what happened earlier.
"He… He blames me for everything, Dalia. H- He doesn't want this marriage," I tried not to sob in front of her while I spoke in hushed tones. Sure, she saw me cry a number of times, but this was the first and only time I was crying because I was feeling so weak.
I had the impression that everything I had done to grow stronger had been for nothing. Dalia suddenly drew me closer to her and began massaging my back. I understand that she was attempting to comfort me, but every time her palm made contact with my skin, I felt shivers of pain run down my spine and throughout my body. But I didn't say anything at all.
"Let's go home. Let's tell the elders what happened—" Dalia's sentence was terminated in the middle when I shook my head at her as she attempted to pull my hand away to leave the house.
"What?" She was confused and paused in her tracks as she asked.
"You can't tell anyone about this, Dalia!" After moving her hand away from me, I urged her not to approach too close to me. This was not the kind of story that would go down in our history. We are the only ones who can ensure that our race has a future in this place.
"What? Are you saying that you would sacrifice yourself for the false happiness that you would give our pack?" She confronted me with a snarl. She's not wrong; I understand that I would be a source of false hope and happiness for everyone, but I couldn't bear the thought of abandoning Farrell.
With my newfound freedom, I was able to enjoy a fulfilling love life without worrying that my partner would desert me as soon as they realized who and what I really was. Or, even worse, some people may decide to file a complaint against me, and history would repeat itself. However, no one was able to flee this time.
"Just trust me, Dalia. He's just hurt right now. Sooner or later, I knew that he would soften up to me. So please, please don't tell anyone. Especially my dad," I pleaded as I thought what my father could do to Farrell if he didn't stop. I'd seen Farrell fight before and knew he'd be able to beat my father in a one-on- one combat if they ever got together. But because whoever touched any members of the pack would be slaughtered by everyone, Farrell's future would be put to the test if the news of this was made known to the rest of the group.