C4 Wills of my naughty wolf

I feel pinned in the arms of my most hated person. I still feel weak from going a whole day without food and water and the dinner I had managed to scavenge at the hall isn’t yet assimilated by my system. Damon’s bear grip over my back, causes my bosom to press deeper into his spongy pectorals. It arouses my naughty wolf, causing me to feel even more helpless in a fight I’m already winning. If I must get a hold of my dignity and not give in to the wolf in me, then I must keep hating the two men, especially Damon whose close proximity is making me loose my mind. From the manner he breaths, I can confidently tell that he feels at ease. So much ease that’s he begins to whistle a lullaby and is eventually joined by Asher. The smell of tobacco and Alcohol on his white cotton shirt only makes me weaker on my knees. My wolf is getting the best of me.

“ Let me go!; I’m tired.” I cry out in a falling intonation that is surprisingly met with a jovial reception.

“ Never; You are our mate and we plan on keeping you for a Life time.” Asher silvers with a dismissive ease as he drives with less hesitation. There was no point arguing. I close my eyes and wait for the worse wallowing through the minutes as they go by.

“ Is she asleep?” I vaguely hear Asher ask as he alights the car.

“ I think so. She’s been still in my arms.” “ Let's take her to our room. We can’t afford the loose her again.” I hear Damon reply as he jacks me up like a sack of wheat. I’m not chubby. I’m just a lady with the adequate amount of flesh in the right places. It’s already embarrassing enough that I’m laying over his shoulder, now; his palm is resting on my butt to prevent me from falling off. They head for the stairs and as soon we arrive in their room; A chamber of beauty and exquisite standards. My eyes widens as Damon gently lays me on the bed. I’m quick to sooth the edges of my black gown to cover my exposed flesh.

“ Why did you run away from us? We picked your smell and hurried to meet you but couldn’t find you.” Says Asher as he softly sits by the side of the king-size bed. There was compassion in his tone and his eyes had an overwhelming charm.

“ I don’t want to be mates with people who hate me.” “ I will be glad if you reject me this very moment.” I say to him and turn to Damon as well.

“ If we hate you, then we wouldn’t have taken the pain to comb the whole of Boston in search of you.” Damon Says and reaches for my hand. I shift away from his proximity while I still lie on my back.

“ Well I’m so tired from the party and the search.” “ it’s time to have some rest.” Says Asher and moves further towards me till his legs are practically pinning mine to the bed. Damon does the same thing and goes further to hold my hands. He slowly places his head on my undulating bosom and almost immediately begin to doze off. I try to escape from the bed but the it's as useless as trying to push an elephant from over me. I lie still and close my eyes. As bad as it feels, it’s better than sleeping in the dungeon.

For a period that seemed just like a minute, I’m shock to awake to a bright morning, while two charming twins are sitting at opposite corners of the bed.

“ Oh God it’s not a dream.” I mutter and wipe my face with my palms before sliding my hands into the blanket to make sure my panties hasn’t been yanked off in my sleep.

“ Good morning Ava. Hope you slept well.” Damon calls out, with a strange tone of care in his voice. I’m silent for a short while. It’s time I told them my church mind.

“I’m not fine and I’m not happy here.” “ All my life as a child, I have endured sufferings caused by Damon and his cronies. It’s been ten years of pain and suffering. The both of you hate me. Why on earth would you not reject the mate bond and let me go in peace?” “ Why” I cry out failing to sulk in my sobs.

“ Hate you? No we don’t hate you Ava.” “ I see you as part of the family. You just prefer to be happy around Giannis and not us.” Asher states and winces empathetically.

“ I have been locked up in a dungeon for half my whole life. I was without food and water for twenty four hours. That’s the height of hate.” “ Reject me. I want to leave.” I cry out.

“ You said bad things about me to Giannis. It’s sacrilege. I don’t hate you. I hate the fact that you don’t smile or laugh at us. We get jealous to.” Damon winces, failing to hide the weakness of his emotions. I’m not buying their stories. The pain of many years Cannot be erased by the kindness of a single morning.

“ Fine. I agree you two don’t hate me. However I won’t be accepting the mate. My heart belongs to someone else.” I say to them and slowly sit on the bed till my back is resting on the bed’s frame.

“ How typical of you; say out his name. It’s Lasker right?” Damon lashes out at me with a vicious stern. I’m not compelled to answer. At this point, my silence is profitable. However my wolf is shattered in a thousand pieces. She begs for the proximity of the twin brothers. She wants nothing but them. Hating them the more remains my only antidote to the stinging compulsion, precipitated by my wolf. I don’t not know how long I can keep her at bay. She’s yearning to be set free. Once again, I’m faced with a battle against time and have to think of a way to get out.