Chapter 82: Bared To You: Part Ten

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Ethan stormed towards her and went to strike the she-wolf, but she dodged his move. "Why did you do it!?" She screamed in his face; her inner turmoil was exploding, all her reasoning had gone. She didn't care what he did to her; Benjamin's death was on her shoulders. If she hadn't sought out comfort, a place for inner peace, then this librarian, who was beaten to death, would still be alive.

Ethan grabbed her by the face, his bloodied hands holding her roughly and spat back, "He was coming in between us! We have a fucking library at home! But no, you came to this shithole to see this mutt! YOU. ARE. MINE!" Esme's face stung from his claws, growing and cutting into her skin. 

"He didn't do anything!" She cried and hit him repeatedly in the chest in frustration, knowing well her hits were pointless. That was until she was knocked unconscious. 

The darkness that circled her mind was a relief from the agonies of her life. She wanted to stay there where it was quiet, where nothing could find her and reach her. Is this what death would feel like? If it was, it was comforting. 

But all too soon, a smack to her backside jolted her awake. Esme gasped at the sudden slap, her heart hammering inside of her chest. Her clouded mind cleared when she realised where she lay. It was the cage, but the door was open, and across from her was Ethan. 

He wore a look so dark and twisted that she recoiled and tried to back away from him. But her back hit bars behind her, and she hissed the silver stinging her skin; her collar wasn't around her neck, which made her even more anxious. What did he plan on doing to her? There wasn't anything more he really could do; unless death was an option, she would readily take it. 

Ethan sauntered towards her, each step making her flinch and her heart rate increase as her palms began to get clammy. "You make me so angry that I want to kill you," Ethan groaned as he looked down at his hands, clenching slowly as though he was squeezing her body. 

"But.." He smiled cruelly and squatted down, reaching forwards and dragging her by the wrist, so she lay just before him. Esme's lips quivered, but she refrained from crying anymore, even as fear struck her. This was the scariest she had seen him. His eyes looked crazy as he stared at her. "I can't live without you." He pierced her arm with a syringe and injected wolfsbane into her system.

Esme bit her tongue as her veins burned like fire roaring through her body. She groaned but did not cry out, that was what he wanted, and she refused to play his games any longer so he wouldn't hurt her as much. Whatever he was going to do to her now, it would be the last time. She was done. 

Tears blurred her vision, and she blinked them away to stare at her mate in disgust. "This. Is. Not. Love," She said through clenched teeth before tensing as she saw a dagger glint before her eyes. A dagger with a flame symbol engraved on the handle. The Hellhound dagger. Her dagger.

Ethan was staring at it and then back at her. "How can you say such a thing? We are mates. You are mine, Esme, and I will make sure no one else will forget it," He replied quietly, almost trance-like. He climbed over her, leaning his weight onto her. When she struggled, he grasped her neck tightly in one hand, almost choking her, and put her dagger just below her eye, making her pause her movements. "Be good. This will be over soon."

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Esme's eyes widened; she didn't know what he was planning to do, all she saw was her blade pointed on her face, and she thought he would leave a permanent mark there. Instead, she watched as his attention went to her left arm and swiftly cut a line down it. Esme growled, but her wolf was locked away from her. The wolfsbane in her system blocked them from each other and stopped her arm from healing. Esme let out a sob as he began carving into her flesh, her sobs broke into cries, and she begged him to stop. 

When he was done, he threw the knife away and held her wrist up for them both to see his name carved into her arm. Blood trickled down her throbbing arm, and all she could do was stare numbly at what he had done. He dropped her arm and walked away from her. 

"Have a bath," He ordered over his shoulder before he was gone from her sight.

Esme laid there listening to the beat of her heart, randomly shivering from the wolfsbane burning in her system. She continued to stare at her arm, letting the cold seep into her bones until she could no longer feel a thing. 

Her mother.

Marcus.

Benjamin. 

When would it end? 

Esme knew what must be done to end this twisted cycle fate, and the Moon Goddess had put her in. There was no escape until one of them or both of them died. 

She had nothing to lose.

Esme slowly pushed off from the ground and stumbled over to grab her knife, putting it in between her belt and jeans at her back before going upstairs. She walked past a few pack leaders on the first floor, ignoring them and walking past almost in a trance like she was sleepwalking. Someone called out her name, but Esme climbed the stairs to her bedroom. She stopped for a moment looking at the luxuries this mansion had to offer. 

It was all meaningless. Everything was meaningless. Even her mate was meaningless; what was he but her tormentor? Esme watched him walk out of the bathroom damp from a shower, a towel tied at his waist.. Ethan was remarkably handsome, but beneath his looks was a monster only she knew.

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