Dr. Luna
Demon War: Rise of the Alpha Chapter 18

Wyatt slammed his hand into the tree right by her head while his other hand grabbed onto her shoulder. His shoulders were rising and falling as he struggled against himself. His silver eyes dimmed as they turned dark. He snarled lowly as he inched closer to Freya. The girl just stood there looking back at him curiously with her green eyes. There was no fear. Not even an ounce. She just stood there waiting to see what he was going to do. Her auburn hair was pushed behind her and he could see the white ivory skin of her neck. Her sweet scent tickled his nose as he took the air in deeply into his chest. Freya watched his eyes darken as his wolf won a battle against him. He felt different than other werewolves she had encountered. Different than other Alpha's she had encountered. His aura was almost smothering. And that was something she was not used to. Maybe it was because he was her mate? But she sensed it was something else. She listened as a throaty growl gurgled in his throat as his dark eyes stayed pinned on her. What was he waiting for? Was he that angry that she was his mate that he was struggling now? She tilted her head a bit as she studied him. Okay. She could admit it. He was gorgeous. His ebony locks were beautiful, and she wanted to reach out and touch it. She was pushing this part of her down though. He was only going to be her mate for a moment longer. Just until he rejected her. It was okay though. It was going to be okay. She still had Rhea, right? The girl who had saved her from a deadly curse. She promised she would live for Rhea from now on. The sweetest person she had ever encountered since her parents were killed. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed his fingers shaking as they gripped onto the tree.

"I'm sorry." Wyatt whispered through clenched teeth.

Freya was shocked that he was apologizing to her. He must feel bad about rejecting her. But before she could respond or react his hand on her shoulder gripped her tighter. She felt the pressure of him pushing her back into the tree. His other hand left the tree and gripped her head not allowing her to move. What was he doing? Then with lightning speed his face plunged into her neck. She felt two sharp points sink into her neck shallow at first and then deep. She heard him growl into her neck as he laid claim to it. Her eyes widened as her body tensed. She was being held so tightly she was unable to move. As the pain faded waves of pleasure coursed through her neck along with a new energy. She felt her body shudder and lean into his grip for support. A small whimper escaped her lips, a sound she didn't even know she could make. He had just marked her. She didn't know what to think. Everything was swirling in her head. Energies lashed against the other. Her witch powers were melding together with the new energy, but her vampire powers were lashing around furiously.

She felt his fangs pull out of her releasing another powerful wave of pleasure. This pleasure was being met with pain though. Her insides were waging an unseen war. She gasped for air as liquid metal began coursing inside of her veins. This was pain on a level she had never experienced before and her legs buckled from it. She wanted to roll on the ground and curl up in a ball from the pain but instead was caught into the chest in front of her. She felt his hands curl around her as her body involuntarily began to shake. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She heard his voice saying over and over as it began to fade away. She grit her teeth to stop herself from screaming out in pain. She was a demon huntress, a dhampir, she didn't scream out in pain. But this pain was excruciating. Her throat betrayed her by the small whimpers that escaped out of it. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she squeezed her fingers tightly into fists. He poisoned her or something. She was dying. She had to be dying. It felt like she was being eviscerated on the inside. She tried to use her strength to push away from the Alpha. She needed to deal with her impending death alone. But his grip on her was powerful and she didn't even budge from him. She felt her body swirling into darkness as she fell. She continued to plunge deeper into an unknown abyss. She was suddenly weightless as her body was being carried away. She fell into an uneasy unconscious state as her body raged within her.

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Freya was curled up in a ball on a cold rock floor. A dungeon? Was her first thought. She could hear the sound of water dripping from the walls. The room was dimly lit with candles. She could smell the scent of decay mixed with a floral scent. It was disgusting. She opened her eyes and stared out into the darkness. Her eyes landed on two figures. A woman with black beaded eyes with dark hair and one that had a shine to her and her light blonde hair. Freya scoffed loudly knowing exactly who these women were. One was Kali, the dark priestess who represented yin and the other was Selene, the moon goddess, who represented yang. "You don't like us, do you?" Kali's voice sounded as a smirk rested over her lips.

"I'm not a toy for your games." Freya responded coldly. "Am I dead now or what is going on? Oh wait." Freya sat up and held her hands up. "You can't tell me because that would be interfering. Even though you both still get involved in your own way anyways." "I understand. I know you resent us because of the life you have led. But Jin has also led a rough life and she accepts us and what we are doing. Will you?" Selene's kind voice asked quietly.

"I live my own life. I live by my rules. Not yours or the games that get others killed." Freya spat out bitterly.

"I know. You blame us for your parent's death." Selene frowned.

"They were followers of keeping the balance. They backed you. Instead of warning them of the danger you left them to be killed." Freya felt hot tears slide down her cheek. Sorrow she had suppressed deep inside of her coming out.

"Somethings, even though regrettable, happen for a reason." Kali stared at Freya and tilted her head. "You wouldn't be who you are today if not for what happened to your parents. The strong fearless warrior that laughs at death." A smirk rested over her face. This was the fate she enjoyed. Seeing someone rise up from their pain and darkness to become powerful.

Freya squeezed her hands until her knuckles turned white. Her parent's deaths and her pain were necessary. She had been created as a tool without even realizing it. She snorted air through her nose and stood to her feet. She looked at the two women in front of her with an unreadable emotion.

"What do you want from me?"

"Just continue to be you and who you are. Don't hate who we are. Your parents trusted us maybe it is time that you do too." Selene smiled as she looked at the strong woman in front of her.

"So where am I?" Freya asked.

"We don't interfere much. But we thought it would be easier to bring you here while your body is in immeasurable pain." Selene's eyes softened looking at Freya.

"See? We do care. We can only do what we can." Kali tilted her head to the side as her black beads stared at the green eyes.

"We've learned our lesson about interfering. We can only do so much. This much we can do. We were able to give you a break from what you are going through." Selene took a couple steps towards Freya and put her hand on her shoulder. "And what am I going through?" Freya asked. She watched the goddess shake her head no. She wouldn't tell her. Another thing she had to find out for herself.

"I am really sorry about your parents. They were wonderful people." Selene whispered quietly as tears began to stream from Freya's eyes. She hadn't allowed herself to cry over them in so long that now it was like she couldn't stop. "It is time for you to go back now." Freya felt like she was falling again only backwards this time. She was spinning from the darkness and back into the light. Her eyelids twitched as she wiggled her fingers slightly. She touched something soft. She was laying on a bed. The pain she was experiencing was now gone but she felt very weird. She lifted her eyelids to greet the light. As she opened her eyes, she could see she was laying in a bed with a full canopy above her.

"You're awake."

She turned her head to the side and was met with a warm smile with silver eyes. That's right. That bastard marked her. He just helped himself to her neck without her permission. Her green eyes glared at him even as she felt the tug deep inside of her. He was her mate and there was no way to ever escape that now. She shifted onto her elbows. He made a move to help her, but her murderous glare halted him in his tracks. She sat up fully sitting and slowly took in a slow breath.

"Explain yourself." Her voice was chilled with ice from the frozen tundra and her eyes shot daggers at him.

Wyatt frowned and his chest hurt at the look she was giving him. She looked like she felt taken advantage of and betrayed in the worst way. "I'm sorry." He breathed out in a whisper. "I wasn't able to control myself. I have been afraid this might happen. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop myself." Wyatt looked down at his hands. "I'm so sorry. I wanted to talk with you. I wanted to give you a choice. I lost control and I am sorry. I didn't even get to have a proper conversation with you. But..." His eyes met back up with hers. "I wanted you though. I might have lost control, but it was what I wanted from the moment I saw you. I'm sorry for how it happened though."

Freya raised her hand and rubbed her forehead. "Why? Why did you want me? Do you know who I am? What I do? What I am? I am part witch and part vampire. I kill. I am a killer. A demon assassin if you will. I live alone. I don't do others. I don't do people." She was doing her best to try to intimidate him off. She had built a barrier up around herself for protection.

Before Wyatt could respond a ball of energy bounced inside and landed on the bed beside Freya. The green haired girl grabbed onto Freya's hands and chirped happily. "You're awake, you're awake. I'm so happy you are awake and okay. I have been wanting to talk to you for days." "Wait days?" Freya said shocked.

"You have been asleep for days. Wyatt hasn't left your side once. We even had to bring him his meals in here." Jin giggled as Jason walked into the room. Jin squeezed onto Freya. "It will be like old times again. We always were the best team around. We will always be together now since you are Wyatt's mate."

Freya tensed up over hearing that. She was supposed to live here now? She felt uneasy and agitated. She lived alone. That was her life. She had promised her life to Rhea. Wait she did.

"Umm... I have promised my life to Rhea." Freya said quietly.

"Once she hears you are Wyatt's mate she wouldn't mind. Heck, knowing Rhea she wouldn't care with whatever you chose to do with your life. Rhea isn't like that." Jason leaned against the wall looking at Freya. Jin was quite taken with her and trusted her. And she was also Wyatt's mate. So naturally he was good with making friends with her.

Freya looked at the hands gripping hers. Jin was happy and bubbly. Her life didn't change her at all. She was still the girl she remembered. She let go of the hands in front of her and pulled them back to her lap. She could feel something burning inside of her. An energy drawing together and forming in her mind. "What have you done to me?" Freya whispered as she reached for her head.

Wyatt reached out to her touching her arm. She could feel the jolts of electricity flowing from his touch and tingling over her body. She felt conflicted and torn. She wanted to run from him and into him at the same time. She wanted his touch but was afraid of it. She didn't want to depend on anyone else. She did not want to worry about losing someone precious again.

SNAP

She flung both hands up to her head, shaking it back and forth. Something pushed into her mind. A new presence came forward.

Hello Freya.