Isabella Carson

I have marked him because at that moment I knew with all my heart that he was just as much as mine as I was his. The passion that we shared wasn't simply a tumble in the sheets. I knew he felt it just as much as I felt it.

The emotions.

The desires.

The need to be together.

It was unexplainable. My love for Malcolm goes beyond what I can hold within my heart. It was as wide as the sea and as high as the sky. Untouchable. Indestructible.

It was late but I couldn't sleep. After we have concluded that I had marked him, I expected him to be angry but then again, he surprised me by not saying anything else. He didn't agree nor did he disagree with what I did.

Slowly, I pushed his arm away from my waist and slipped out of bed. I walked to the window and pushed it opened. The cool night air rushed in the minute I allowed it. I sat on the ledge of the window and looked out into the night.

It was peaceful and quiet but my heart was in turmoil. I love the male lycan sleeping in the bed in this room but I knew I can't avoid my past.

Malcolm might've killed Gregory but there was still one secret left that I held. My father by now must already know where I was. Soon, he will take action and I'm afraid that Malcolm will hand me over once he knows I am no good to him. I am ashamed of my past.

How can I tell the man that I love that my own father imprisoned me and used me just like how Gregory did?

Malcolm will be disgusted with me. He wouldn't want me after I tell him what I have gone through for a decade with my father. I can still remember faintly how often he will come into my bedroom. How he will lock the door and tell me to be a good little girl.

Memories flipped like a switch in my mind and just like that my past rushed forward. I closed my eyes tightly and clenched my fist.

My father touching me. I can still smell the cigar in his breath when he forced kissed me or when he whispered things he will do to me. In front of others, he pretended to dote on me as a father will dote on his daughter. But when we are alone, he was anything but a father.

I hated that I was weak that I could stay for that long. It took me a decade to finally be able to summon enough courage to leave.

Malcolm shifted on the bed and I heard him inhale slowly. I turned around to look at him and saw that he had now flipped onto his back. His chiseled chest completely exposed and the silk sheets barely covered his mid-section.

I stood up and walked back to bed, crawling until I can see his facial features. There was no doubt I will do anything for him. That was why I left. I thought I had seen one of my father's men close to the border.

Feeling extremely overwhelmed, I pushed off the bed, slipped on his soft cotton sleeping robe, and walked to the bedroom door. Surprisingly the door was unlocked. I slipped out of the bedroom hoping to make it down to the kitchen to grab a cup of warm milk.

The sole of my bare feet meeting the cold stone floor as I walked down the second-floor landing and down the spiral stone staircase. I passed the great hall and entered into the kitchen. Most of these castles were very old and rarely updated even when it was in the twentieth century. We still liked the old sturdy keeps that were built from scratch from our ancestors.

The kitchen was just the same an old oven with a firewood stove top. The only new thing about the kitchen was the refrigerator and freezers. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a glass bottle of milk before walking over to the cabinet on top and picking out a glass cup.

I quickly heated up the milk and turned to lean against the counter to enjoy my milk when I saw who was standing in the doorway.

The raven hair female lycan was glowering at me. She sauntered over as she spoke.

"So, the whore decides to leave the bedroom without permission." She pursed her lips in disgust.

I lifted the warm glass cup of milk to my lips and took a sip, "I'm guessing you were the whore that Malcolm used while I was gone."

Her eyes lit up in anger. She took a quick step toward me and slapped her hand on the counter.

"He is mine!" She hissed.

I took my time in finishing my glass of milk before setting it down in the sink. She watched me while I continued to ignore her. It only added fuel to her already rising fury.

"Not as far I know. He has been pretty occupied with me. Clearly, you have been replaced." I said with an indifferent tone. I tried to walk around her but she grabbed my arm and threw me back against the counter.

"I'm going to give you a warning. Leave before it's too late. I know Malcolm and he doesn't stick to one female for long. I have been with him the longest. Soon, he will get tired of you and will come running to me and when I become his favorite. I'll take pleasure in torturing you." She sneered.

I ripped her hand off my elbow. "Touch me again and I'll kill you faster than you can blink," I warned.

She laughed, "You think you can hurt me? Malcolm would never allow it. He doesn't know it yet but I'm the one he wants. I know exactly what he likes. He likes it when I am on top, riding. The look on his face when I take him from on top, you just know it. That he likes it."

"You're delusional," I replied, but couldn't help feeling jealous and angry. Her golden eyes peeked at me. Her lycan was ready to come out and fight.

"Say that again. I dare you." She snapped, taking a step closer to me that I can smell her cheap perfume invading my personal space.

My irritation grew and all I wanted to do was returned back upstairs. However, that wasn't going to happen soon because clearly, this female wasn't going to budge until she got the last word in.

"I said you're del-"Pain shot through my jaw and my head went lulling to one side. The b!tch hit me. Rage boiled inside of me and I turned back, wiping the blood that came from a cut on my lip. I was going to bruise in the morning, of that I am sure.

I kicked her in the shin and she fell to the ground onto her knees. She almost eye level to me now. I lifted my fist and punched her in the eyes before giving her a fair hit on her lip.

She grabbed onto my hair and yanked me down to the ground. I bit back a scream as she wrapped her hands around my throat, squeezing my access to air. Fighting for air and at the same time, getting the advantage of this female, I opened my palm and hit her on the neck with the side of my hand. She choked and released me. I used my legs to kick her off my body.

Quickly, I walked over to her and grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it so hard back that I thought I was going to tear it right off her scalp. She screamed in pain as I delivered a punch to her nose.

I was about to deliver another blow until I felt rough large hands wrapped around my arms and body. Malcolm lifted me away from the raven hair female.

"What the hell is going on?" Malcolm questioned angrily. His voice deathly low indicating he was losing his patience. I saw that he had time to slip on a pair of pants before running downstairs.

"She attacked me." The b!tch lied.

Again, the rage pulsed through me and I struggled to get back to hitting her. The b!tch pretended to crumble upon the ground.

"That's not true. Let me go, Malcolm. Let me go so I can give her another good-"

"Bella!" He shouted.

I huffed and stopped when I felt him tightened his arms around me. When Malcolm felt me relax he let me go and turned me around to face him. His eyes scanned my face and when it landed around my bruised throat his eyes darkened.

He turned to look at the female on the ground. "Prisilla, mind telling me how Bella got a bruise around her neck?"

"I don't know." Prisilla wheezed, still clutching at her throat from my hit to it. "She hit me in my throat. I don't think I can breathe."

"You'll live," Malcolm responded indifferently. He turned back to me. "Go back upstairs, Bella. I'll deal with you later."

"But it wasn't even my fault!" I glowered at him.

"I'm not saying it is your fault. I said for you to go upstairs and I'll deal with you later." He rolled his eyes.

"You aren't even going to ask what happened?"

"I think I already know." He replied with a smirk. The imbecile knew we were fighting over him. I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. I also want to beat up the female on the floor into a complete mess.

"You know what? I don't care." I pointed at the Prisilla. "You can sleep in her bed for all I care but from now on mine is off limits to you!"

I pinned him an enraged look before dashing out of the room and up the stairs. I heard him call out my name and Prisilla calling out after him. I made it to the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Seconds later, he appears in the doorway looking just as angry as I was.

"You are impossible." He growled.

I scoffed, "Please save me your speeches. I'm tired and I'm going to bed."

I crawled into my side and was about to pull the covers when he yanked them away from me. I glared at him.

"Give me back the cover." I snarled.

"Stop being jealous." He growled back.

I scoffed again, "Who said I was? I don't care."

"I know you are because if I was in your situation I will be too. In fact, the male lycan wouldn't live." He responded truthfully.

I worked my jaw as I looked him over. He looked glorious standing in front of me angry and shirtless. I wanted to rip those pants off from him and throw him on the bed while I had my way with him.

"Whatever. I don't need the cover." I flopped down onto my side away from him. My ass pointing in his direction which was probably not a good idea because the next thing that happened was him slapping my ass hard.

I turned around to glare at him. "What the hell was that for?"

It stung like a bee sting.

He shrugged. "Thought you wanted me to slap your ass. Isn't that why you pointed it in my direction?"

"No! Don't be a smartass." I hissed and glared at him. "Leave me alone. Go to your whore."

I was being petty, I know, but god the words that female said to me downstairs. It really got me fired up. I thought he really did leave because it was extremely quiet until I felt the bed shift underneath me and his body pressed up against mine.

"You can be jealous and angry at me all you want, Bella, but I am not going anywhere. My place is here." His strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me back up against his front. His face nestled into my neck.