"Jealousy can be a devil."

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Isabella Carson

Morning comes and I wake up alone again. Malcolm's scent was now faint in the air. Staring up at the ceiling, I thought about last night. The emotions that passed between us must mean something. I know he feels it just as much as I did.

The way he touched me-it was more than just pleasure.

I sighed and rolled out of bed, feeling a little icky that we didn't shower last night. I walked into his bathroom and stepped into his shower. While washing my hair and scrubbing my body, my hand hovered over my stomach and a thought came to my mind.

Malcolm and I have been at it like rutting animals and each time he refuses for me to wash it off or at least clean. Not only is he increasing his possessive scent on me, but he was also increasing the chances of me carrying his child. I don't know it until I miss my next cycle as female humans we also have periods. It comes every three months.

After taking a shower, I walked out of the bedroom and found the bag of clothes sitting on a soft chair. I walked over and picked through the clothes until I found a mid-thigh flower dress. The shoulder where one-inch thick straps. The dress, it hugged my frame until it reached my thighs where it flared out a little.

Glancing at the door, I padded over barefoot to try the knob. To my disappointment, it was locked again. Sighing, I decided to settle in a chair and read a book that Malcolm had set on the table. I can see he had marked a page, indicating he was in the middle of the book.

I spent several hours reading the book and it was an interesting book. One that I didn't think Malcolm will read.

A knock sounded on the door before the metal clicked and Damon entered the room. He smiled as he walked over with a huge tray of food. He sets it down in front of me.

"Good late morning." He said.

I giggled as I set the book aside, "It took you a while to get up here."

Damon chuckled, "Malcolm is keeping me pretty busy. He- "

His eyes dropped to my shoulders and widened, "Did he do that?"

I stopped mid-way in putting a sliced apple in my mouth to look down at my shoulder and noticed that the two marks from Malcolm. I looked back up at him with a sad smile.

"Yes."

"Bloody hell! That idjit! Why would he do that? Did you agree to it?"

I nodded, "I am his."

Damon's angry face softened a little. He moved to sit in the chair across from me.

"Why don't you tell him the real reason why you left?" Damon asked.

"Would he believe me? I have been gone for so many years. He isn't the same." I felt my heart chipping away at the truth.

Damon shook his head, "He might have changed but his heart hasn't."

"How do you know that?" I questioned him because I can't believe that Malcolm still loved me not after my abrupt leave ten years ago.

Damon sighed and ran a hand through his light brown locks. They were so much different from Malcolm's.

"I lived with him for so long. I know he has never forgotten you. Yes, you changed him but his heart is still yours. Give him time, he will learn to stop being so angry and hate you." Damon insisted. "Don't leave him again because I don't think he can handle it the second time."

He smiled again and then stood up. "Well, I delivered the food. My duty here is done. I will see you later if he decides to come to get you for lunch or dinner."

I nodded and watched him go. When the metal lock clicked back into place. I sighed and leaned back in my seat.

Was it true?

Did I still have a chance?

The words he said yesterday...could I hope that it was only because he wanted to hurt me?

Feeling like I was getting nowhere I began eating the food that Damon brought. Surprisingly, the meal that was brought up was everything that I liked. Lorne Sausage, tatties scones, grilled tomatoes that was grilled to perfection a sprinkle of salt on top, fruit pudding, and sliced crisp apples on the side. I am not a big fan of coffee and always drunk tea instead.

I brought up the cup of tea to my lips and took a sip. Just a tiny hint honey hit my taste buds and I smiled. It was my perfect kind of breakfast and only one person knew what I liked. Malcolm's face flashed in my mind.

I stood up and walked around Malcolm's room with my tea in my hands. I examined the landscape pictures around his room and then walked to his desk that sat over by the window. I sat in his leather chair and set my cup of tea down.

Feeling a little nosy, I looked through his desk. The first drawer to his right had nothing but paper and pen. I closed it and pulled out the bottom and found some more papers that he wrote on. It basically reports and historical documents of his lineage within this castle.

I closed it and looked to the drawer to the left. A picture that was upside down sat right in the middle. I looked at it curiously before picking it up and turning it around. To my utter surprise, it was a picture of me. My heart fluttered in my chest.

Malcolm still had a picture of me. I don't know why but this made me happy. My mind wondering back to last night. What if he wanted the same thing I wanted? What if he wanted to go back to where I never left him?

If only I could turn back time...

The sound of men shouting and grunting again caught my attention. I put the picture back down in the same place and closed the drawer. Picking up my cup of tea, I walked over to the window and pushed it open.

The male lycan soldiers were training again but in the built stone arena. The arena was basically a heap of stones that circled a clear piece of soiled ground. The middle of the ground was dug deep enough into the hill to give them a good fighting ring. It was big enough to fit fifty soldiers but in their lycan forms, only two people can be inside at a time. They needed the room and space when they fight.

This time the fighters were shifted. They stood in their true form growling and biting. Their claws coming up to dig and swipe. Male lycans flew across the field as their opponents landed hits.

Malcolm stood at the top in his red and black kilts. The only thing holding the kilt was a strong leather belt. His upper body bare and open to view. His black hair again flew everywhere in the wind as he watched his soldiers fight.

I couldn't resist but slowly scanned his body appreciatively. Malcolm was very tall for a male. The broadness of his muscular shoulders evened out how tall he was. His pectorals and abs even the v-line right at his hips were perfectly chiseled to perfection. Every single part of his body was hard in comparison to mine. Malcolm trained for this. I, on the other hand, preferred my cakes and cream before working out.

I sat on the ledge and sipped my tea. I wondered what he would really do if I did attempt to escape not that I could escape. The bedroom was very high off the ground. I could probably jump off if I was in my lycan form. However, I don't know how that will be like. She was marked. She's not going to want to leave the male lycan who marked her.

I watched them for a very long time before Malcolm ordered everyone to take a break. Soon the crowd disappeared and left Malcolm out in the fields. His back was turned to me. I saw the female lycan from last night saunter up to Malcolm. They exchanged a few words. The female lycan was practically almost slithering up to Malcolm's side. I held in my breath, preparing for what will happen in front of me.

I couldn't see Malcolm's face but I saw everything in the female's face. She wanted him. She was flirting with him and her eyes were eyeing his body greedily. I wanted to rip her throat and claw into her guts. The surge of jealousy that ran through me surprised even me.

Malcolm's back stiffened when the female wrapped her arms around Malcolm's center. My claws extended. Whatever was happening before I was blurring through my anger. I clenched my teeth in anger. She was touching him and he was allowing it. He wants me here but he seeks another while he has me. I was furious. I picked up the empty cup of tea and threw it out the window. Surprisingly, it missed Malcolm and shattered when it hit the stone wall of the arena.

He turned around to look at me with a surprised which quickly masked into his expressionless face. The female smirked and removed her arms around Malcolm's center. I glared down at him, refusing to submit or back down.

"I can see now what you meant when you said it is meaningless." I spat angrily, too blinded by my jealousy to care.

His jaw clenched and his eyes flared up in his own fury.

"Don't bother coming up here, Malcolm. I don't want to see you. I don't want to talk to you. If you are acutely wanting to spend time with another female. I won't stop you but I will stop you from coming to my bed." I hissed and slammed the windows shut in his face. I heard him roar in rage. I knew he will be coming up soon.

A second later, the metal lock clicked. He was coming.

I opened the window and shifted.

The door swung open and I jumped out the window landing on my feet.

Dashing towards the woods, I passed the many surprised looks of male and female lycans even Damon whose eyes widened like saucers. He glanced behind me.

"You better run, Izzy. He is coming and he is angry. Once he catches you, you won't get away." Damon shouted and chuckled.

I would think he would want to save me and try to thwart the dominating male lycan behind me but that isn't the case. He turned his back and stuffed his hands in his pocket, whistling as he walked away.

I growled and pushed further still very angry with Malcolm. I heard him snarl behind me. I didn't want to run away. I just wanted space to cool down but I don't think Malcolm knows that because his hot pursuit behind me was quickly catching up. His lycan was so much larger than mine. I was like a baby compared to him.

A/N:

Ok, So I didn't expect to write the end of this chapter this way. In fact, I wanted it a different way but I kind of like it like this. It shows a little bit more of what lycans are capable off. Yes. Jumping out of a two to three story window and landing on your feet deserves an award. Lol. I would fall flat on my face and probably break every bone in my body.

1. Do you think Isabella made the right decision to jump out the window?

2. Do you think Malcolm was encouraging Prisilla's advances? (Keep in mind the actions that were displayed during that time)

3. What will happen when he catches her?

Let me know your thoughts!

Leila Vy