Chapter 83: Bared To You: Part Eleven

Esme walked towards the bathroom without a word and had a bath, dismissing Anastasia through a mind-link and telling her to have the night off. Her friend would not be needed. Not ever again. 

Once she was done, her legs took her towards the bedroom, and she picked up the white satin nightgown Ethan had placed on the bed for her. Her movements were robotic as though she was on autopilot; she hid the knife and found Ethan's hidden syringe of wolfsbane and hid that also. Esme climbed into bed and waited, bracing herself for when Ethan would reappear. She knew that Ethan was arguing with Callum over something from the raised voices downstairs, but she tuned out of their words. 

Whatever words they spoke, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore outside of this night.

Esme stared up at the ceiling in a daze even as Ethan returned and climbed into the bed in nothing but his boxers. He pulled Esme into his arms, and she let him like a ragdoll. "You know Alpha's are possessive, Es. You shouldn't be flaunting yourself at other men," He growled. "I can't help myself if I get a little carried away. You are mine, no one else's." His hand grazed over his name engraved on her arm. She inhaled sharply from the physical and mental pain. 

"It looks like this is still healing, though, even with the wolfsbane in your system," Ethan murmured and kissed her head affectionately. Esme's stomach churned, and she felt bile in her throat, but then the mate bond tugged at heart, reminding her of this sick love she still somehow felt for him. She was disgusted at herself and knew her plan was the right thing to do. 

That was until Ethan snatched her knife from under her pillow and hovered over her again with a grin. He looked at her as though she could never fool him and started cutting into her flesh again. Tears pooled her eyes, but she knew her mate well, and he would carve his name into her again to make sure that even with her mate mark, he wanted his name embedded on her skin and soul. 

Esme squirmed beneath him, begging him to stop while her right hand crawled beneath his pillow (a gamble she knew) and grabbed the syringe, stabbing him in the chest directly above his heart and injecting every last drop of wolfsbane into his system. 

Ethan hissed and tensed up; she saw the veins in his arms and neck bulge as he dropped the knife on the bed and leaned back, pulling the syringe out. Esme retrieved the knife, pushed Ethan off of her, and rolled on top of him, instantly striking down with the knife in the same spot as the syringe. Ethan's eyes widened; it was a fatal blow, one he blocked with his arm and groaned as the blade stabbed all the way through his forearm. He swiped out and, with a snarl, clawed a gash in her neck, blood poured down her dress, staining the white a crimson red.

This didn't phase her, though. The pain did not register, she had tunnel vision with her goal in sight.

Ethan growled, he didn't realise that wasn't Esme's aim, and she swiftly knocked him out with her other hand in a single blow to his temple. If it wasn't for the wolfsbane in his system and her surprise attack, she knew having the Alpha unconscious below her would never happen. He was a large man, and she was a lot weaker than she used to be two years ago. Having him unconscious than attacking him one on one was her best option to end this. 

"Alpha!" Callum's voice echoed from the stairs on the second floor below. 

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"Ethan is asleep," Esme mind-linked him, calming down the Beta, who probably sensed the Alpha's lack of response to a possible mind-link. "He doesn't want to be disturbed."

Of course, Callum was not suspicious. Why would he be? Esme was Ethan's mate who would never fight back. 

"Tell him to mind-link me when he is up," He replied back. 

Esme stared back down at the peaceful face of her mate; she reached her hand out as if to caress him but stopped herself. She didn't want him waking up and making this difficult. She reached for the knife at the end of the bed spinning it as her heart pinched and her body shook. "Everyone leave," Esme ordered through a mind-link to the pack leaders and any pack members remaining on guard around the mansion. 

Esme sat as still as a statue, holding her breath and watching Ethan warily as she listened to everyone leaving the area. Silence fell over them like a curtain dropping in their final act. And with a shaky breath, she raised the dagger in her hands and swiped it down to his chest only to hover an inch above his heart. She gasped as a tear escaped the corner of her eye and placed her other hand over the one holding the knife and tried to push the blade further.

Her body shook from the conflicting emotions inside of her. "Ugh!" She screamed her frustration and threw the knife to the side. "I can't do it," She whispered before a disturbing quiet laugh escaped her lips. "I can't.." Tears fell down her face. "I can't kill you.."

Esme threaded her hands through her hair, a shuddered breath leaving her mouth before she rolled off her mate and dashed towards the walk-in closet. Again, it was as though she was on autopilot as she found the silver chains he used on her. The burning and melting feeling of her hands almost didn't register as she wrapped them all across her mate. 

Stepping back, she sighed and stared at her mate, not in longing or in love but in bitter disappointment. She couldn't kill him even after he killed those precious to her, threatened her friend, manipulated and tortured her. But one thing was for sure,

He could not live without her but

She could not live with him.

"So be it," Esme said, her voice void of any emotion as she turned around; with one last look, she bid her monstrous mate farewell. With her mind made up, she walked out of the mansion she could never call home.. Every step she took felt like a weight was slowly lifting off her shoulders.

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