Broken I run to you for your arms are open wide. I am weary but I know your touch restores my life.

Kathryn Scott

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Malcolm

It was late into the night when I closed my bedroom door on the exotic female lycan, Prisilla. She had become a quick favorite when I needed a release. It was sex. There was no emotions involved. It was how I wanted it. It was just two lycans looking for a release.

Never again.

Prisilla knew this when she approached me. She knows I am not a man to attach to yet she was willing. It still didn't tamper down the disgust I feel each time I did it with her. It didn't tamper down the anger and hatred I feel inside of me.

My bedroom was dimly lit with two small table lamp. The king size bed with black silk sheets laid fresh and clean. I had only slept with one woman in that bed. Prisilla and my recent rumple was quick and done on the sofa in my room.

I walked over to my dark cherry oak desk and pulled the right drawer out. In there was a picture I couldn't bring myself to throw away. Picking it up, I looked at the woman before me. She wore such a beautiful smile and her eyes sparkled back at me with pure happiness.

Bella.

Ten years.

Ten years of no words from her. She didn't care. This was why she never returned. I placed the picture back into the drawer before walking to the bathroom.

I took a quick shower, dried myself before wrapping the towel around my waist. I walked out of the bathroom to the closet. I was shuffling through my clothes when I heard Damon knocking on my door.

"Come in." I ordered.

Damon opened the door before catching sight of the light in the closet. I heard his footsteps walking towards me.

"Malcolm, you need to get dressed," Damon began.

"What? Why?" I asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"A lycan trepassed the border but the lycan is fast. The guards haven't caught him yet." Damon explained.

Growling in anger, I yanked a pair of jeans on before walking out of the closet. He stood in the middle of the room looking at me.

Damon was my height and build. Instead of dark black and long curly hair like me, he had light brown hair. His eyes were light blue in contrast to my dark blue ones. We might look severely differenyt but he was my brother.

"Tell me you and Prisilla-"

"We didn't." I lied with a smirk.

He groaned, "That female lycan spreads her legs to any male lycan who is willing to sleep with her."

"That was until she met me," I pointed out but knew Damon was right. Prisilla was easy.

"I don't like the female lycan." Damon said with irritation.

He followed me out of the bedroom and down the dimly lit corridor. My parents have owned this castle for more than a hundred years. This place was all I knew in Scotland. The land was vast with millions of trees to give me the privacy I liked. What I appreciate most about living in the highlands were the mountains and hills we have here.

It proves to be a good advantage not much people try to invade. Again, it provides its privacy.

We walked down the cement staircase and out the front door. A few lycan guards stood at attention once they saw us.

"Damon, of that you needn't worry. I don't believe in trust. Prisilla is a nobody to me. I fuck her and thats it." I said plainly.

Prisilla was a beautiful woman. She came with her sister a few years after Bella left. Her sister and her were well known for pleasing male Lycans. At first, I wanted them gone but my uncle convinced me otherwise. He said it will be beneficial to have them here. There were a few other women in the pack who serves the same purpose. They owned their body. However they use it was up to them. As long as they don't mess with a mated lycan.

Damon hissed. "That's brutally cold."

"She knows my intention the minute she opened her legs. I don't need to explain myself." I replied with annoyance. If she thinks we are something more than she will find herself sorely disappointed. I don't need another woman in my life.

We rounded the corner of the castle heading to the edge of the woods on my territory. Damon's facial expression changed.

"Last guard said the lycan was last seen coming from north west but is heading straight to our east border."

"That doesn't make sense. The east border means that he will have to cross the open grounds-" I stopped talking the minute I saw movement from the woods.

Damon also stopped to look where I was looking. Even at night, I can see that my guards have caught up to the lycan. A voice made its way to my lycan ears. A knowing shiver ran down my spine.

"Let me go!" She shouted.

"We can't. Our orders were to-"

"I don't give a shit what your orders are. Let me the fuck go. I will be gone in ten minutes. I just needed to cross your border. I promise I am not a danger to you all." She hissed in anger.

Memories flooded my mind. God, it couldn't be. She was not the woman I was thinking of. I was silently begging for a sign that all this was a mistake.

"We can't." His guards insisted. "He will kill us."

Rough movements and struggle can be heard. She was swearing and fighting. I felt like my heart had stopped beating.

"Fuck! Let me go! Assholes!" She snarled in anger. I heard one my man grunt in pain.

"Maybe we should tie her?" One of his guard asked.

"He will kill us."

"And if we let go, he will kill us. Either way we are going to die."

Another guard chuckled before speaking, "If either way we are going to die, might as well have a little fun."

A dangerous rage bubbled to the surface inside of me. I fisted my hands to my side to control the urge to wrap my hands around that guard's throat. The implication behind those words was enough to being bile up my throat.

I heard struggling again before the sound of bone crushing from impact split the night cool air.

"Touch me and I will make sure you won't get to use that dick again." Her voice held so much venom and promise. She wasn't kidding.

It kicked me back to reality and I made my move upon the scene. Six guards totaled stood before me. Three of them had Isabella held down to the ground.

My eyes zoomed in on her immediately like polar opposite magnets. She looked up at me and I saw a bruise on her left cheek. It was an old bruise which means none of my guards did it. Her eyes widened slightly upon seeing me. I had to concentrate on keeping an expressionless expression.

"Izzy." Damon said in surprise.

My gaze roamed her body. From her current state, it seemed she had been running for days. Her clothes were dirty and ripped. Scratches on her arms told me she went through a great amount of hardship too. Even with all that, she still looked the same. Stunning and fierce. Of course she did though. She was a lycan. We stop aging once we hit thirty-five in human years. Those eyes were just the same shades I remembered. Her frame was just as curvy as I remembered.

"Malcolm." She whispered my name in shock. A different kind of shiver went through my body and goose bumps crawled all over my body from hearing my name on her full lips.

"We recognize her after she shed her jacket-"

"She didn't want to listen. We had to restrain her." Another guard spoke up with evident fear.

They didn't want to be at the end of my anger. The last I lashed out, it didn't end well. Many were injured.

"What are you doing here, Izzy?" Damon asked.

She didn't take her eyes off me. It was like a tie that we couldn't unknot. I felt something in my guts churning and I turned my back to her--breaking eye contact first. I couldn't look at her.

"I didn't mean to come onto your territory. I had no choice. If you let me go, I can be out of your hair in ten minutes." She answered Damon but spoke directly to me. I could feel her eyes burning onto my back.

It was that easy? After ten years, she comes and then begs to leave a second later. The rage inside me snapped. In an instant, I had her pinned against an old tree. The guards released her when I took hold of her. Damon called out to me to calm down but my rage muffled all voices.

"You will not leave." I sneered threatenly. Her sweet scent wrapped around me like thick smoke making me feel uneasy. My lower body firmly pressed upon hers, confirming how shaken she was.

She gasped, "Malcolm..."

"Don't. You don't get to call me by that.  You lost that privilege, Isabella. You lost it the moment you left." I hissed, tightening my hands around her neck.

Sadness appeared in her eyes. It tore me up inside. Those old wounds she inflicted opened up like they never closed and healed. She might as well pour salt over the wounds because I was in extreme pain being this close to her.

"You will be my prisoner. I'm not letting you go. It's not happening. Ever." I spoke in an ominous undertone.

"Please..."

"Don't beg me sweetheart. I won't change my mind." I said coldly, allowing the rage inside of me to drive me.

"No!" She struggled in my grasp.

She was tiny compared to me. Her height barely made it past my shoulders. I felt her fingers dug into my skin but I savored the pain.

"I will not go with you!" She kicked me. I growled and reached behind her neck to knock her out cold. She slumped right into my arms. I swept her up and held her close. Damon appeared to my side.

"What are you thinking about doing?" He asked.

I walked out of the woods. The guards headed back to their post. Damon still following closely.

"She will live in the dungeon." I answered.

"And why would you do that? Why don't you just let her-"

"She won't get to leave me this time!" I angrily glared at him. My eyes burning with a renewed rage.

"So what? You are going to torture her? How sick are you?" Damon was not happy.

"Whatever I am going to do with her is none of your concern." I snapped.

"We both know her! She's Isabella! For heaven sakes Malcolm! Do not hurt her. I won't stand by and watch you." Damon argued, unafraid.

I sighed and closed my eyes for a brief moment for peace. I was almost up to the castle ground and nearing the main entrance.

Damon's steps falter slightly, "You won't hurt her."

He knew the truth. I can't hurt her but that doesn't mean I will let her go. Isabella Carson will be my prisoner. She left me so easily. Now, she was going to learn that it won't be that easy. One way or another, she is staying.