Malcolm

Stepping into the great hall I was greeted by my uncle. He looked deeply irritated when he caught sight of me. I walked over to the long rectangular table and poured myself the whiskey in the long glass bottle that awaited me.

"Don't tell me she's staying." My uncle's face was warped with his displeasure.

"I can handle her." With my own irritation. I lifted my glass to my lips to take a good sip.

My uncle snorted, "Like how she handled you ten years ago? She left you! The female lycan deserves to be punished! Killed even!"

My lycan growled deep inside of me. He felt the loathing in their uncle's words. For some odd reason, Uncle Alastair didn't like Isabella. I always pushed it towards the fact that she left me but now she was back and sleeping in my bed. My lycan was still strongly attached to her and despise the fact that their uncle was talking ill of Isabella.

"I will see to her punishment as I see fit. I don't need your advice on this one, uncle." I scowled.

Uncle Alastair scoffed but then decided against saying anything else, "I'm tired and will be in my room for the rest of the evening if you need me."

I watched him stand up and wave for an unmarked female lycan to stand up follow him. Uncle Alastair was a man many people found hard to like. He liked his pleasures in woman and can be very opinionated. I didn't like him all that much but tolerated him as he was family. I am, however, not going to lie, if he steps out of line I will make sure he understands his place. Family or not.

Prisilla sauntered up to the table. She was dressed in a bohemian long skirt and a white tank top. Her breasts half spilling over the tight top. If I looked carefully I would see the outline of evidently hard nipples. Her eyes sparkled with lust and thirst. Her arms wove around my shoulders as she leaned in to nip at my earlobe seductively.

"It's been a while since you sought me out, Malcolm." Her hands boldly moved lower to explore my chest. "Don't tell me you have lost interest already?"

Her lips moved lower to place soft kisses down my neck and my body stiffened.

"Not tonight, Prisilla." I said gruffly, brushing her off and pushing her hands away from me.

She pulled back to her full height before slinking back to my front. She dipped down to her knees and spread my legs apart. Her hands inching dangerously close to where her goal was.

"Malcolm, you seemed stress. You don't have to please me tonight. Let me help you relieve some tension in your muscles."

When her hand came a few centimeters too close to what I would have liked my hand moved to grip hers tightly in mine. Her eyes flitted up to meet mine and she saw the severity of my rebuff.

"Prisilla, I don't think you understand when I said not tonight." I said through in a low dangerous voice.

"Why? What's so different about tonight? You always come to me!" She snapped like some two years old throwing a tantrum. She yanked her hand out of my tight grip and stood up before me.

"Tell me what has changed, Malcolm!" She demanded, her feet stomping on the ground and her breasts bouncing in my line of vision.

I didn't like the disrespect and I didn't like how she was standing above me. My hand shot up and around her throat in a second. She stumbled backwards and hit the table as I pushed her down.

"You must think you have somehow made a significant place next to me, Prisilla, but I can assure you, you are nothing to me but a good lay." I sneered, my eyes exposing my fury.

Her eyes widened with anger and hurt. She pushed against my chest and I let her go. She stood up and straightened to her full height. My lycan peeked through my eyes back at her, letting her know to stand down. His golden eyes were enough to tell her she was dancing on thin ice.

She couldn't hold my gaze. She looked at a corner as she spoke. "You don't know what you are letting go, Malcolm. I promise you, you will regret ever shutting me down tonight."

She stomped and spun on her sandals, walking away with a great amount of annoyance and stiffness. I sighed and fell back in my seat. Prisilla was right. I stopped seeking her out. I didn't desire her not like how I desired the female in my bedroom. I rubbed my forehead from the dull headache that was creeping slowly to the surface.

"I told you to stray away from her." Damon's voice pierced my thoughts.

I rolled my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. I just wanted a little peace and quiet. I wanted to drink and not have someone coming in and disrupting me. Damon sat down and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

"You might see it, Malcolm. She wants to be by your side, Malcolm. Her intentions are as sly as a snake." Damon pointed out, setting down his glass of whiskey after taking a sip.

I lifted the cup and downed what was left of mine. Damon reached over and poured me another cup.

"The lycans in the pack talk. Prisilla had somehow woven into every female lycan's head that you are hers. That you two are more than what you said that you two were."

I sighed heavily with exhaustion, "I don't have time to deal with this."

"Because you have another female above that holds your interest and time but yet you don't know how to even give her that." Damon lips curved into a smirk.

I threw him a death glare before downing my drink once again. He was right. I didn't know how to deal with Isabella. I never expected her to return to my territory. Truthfully, I wanted to know why she returned too. I needed answers but I don't even know how to approach her. I don't even know if I wanted to know the truth. I am afraid it will either hurt me or make me hate her even more.

The fireplace burned closely behind us. I can hear the crackle of the firewood but yet it did nothing to console me. I felt no warmth. I was left feeling like how I was feeling when Isabella left me.

"She's not important." I muttered before pouring myself another drink.

"She's not important or you want her not to be?" Damon knew me so well. I wanted to toss the drink right at his head.

"Dùin do chab (shut up)." I grumbled before tossing back another drink.

"You need to slow down on the drinking, buddy." Damon raised an eyebrow at me.

The numbing was better than feeling like my skin was stripped from me and I was left with nothing. I welcomed the familiar alcoholic toxic that flooded my body. 

"You are not my mom." I muttered.

"You know what? I am glad I am not. If I was you will slap you over the head." Damon chuckled, pouring himself another drink, downing it and getting up to leave.

"Don't stay up too late." He mentioned before disappearing upstairs.

I stayed another hour downstairs finishing the bottle of whiskey. When I can no longer feel any pain, I stumbled my way up the stairs successfully.

I walked to my bedroom and unlocked the metal bolt. I opened the door and peered inside. I noticed she was sound asleep in my bed again. I closed and locked the door quietly behind me, stuffing the key in my pocket before making my way towards her. The moon light shining into room casting a blue glow onto her serene face.

My heart skipped in my chest.

"Still so damn beautiful." I heard myself mutter. I bent down and took in her features more in detail. My hand moved to smooth back her hair before tracing her cheek. As if she sense I was near, she mumbled something unintelligent and curled closer to me.

I pulled back and walked over to the sofa. I slumped onto it and stared at her from afar. A strong urge bloomed inside of me. I never thought I will see her laying in my bed again.

I could have made her sleep in another room but I didn't trust her. I didnt want her to escape. My room was the safest. Here, at least I knew she wasn't going anywhere.

"Bella...why did you come back?" I asked in a bare whisper. The hurt was evident in my voice.

She shifted in bed and I thought she was going to wake but she didn't.

I watched her sleep like a creep. Almost afraid if I close my eyes or blink she will disappear and I was dreaming again. I was still so angry with. I don't know if I can ever forgive her.

I don't know how long I sat staring at her. It must be hours because I was beginning to fall asleep. I shifted to be more comfortable on the sofa. I could sleep in bed with her but I didn't trust myself.

"Bella..." I mumbled unconsciously. She was my love. I closed my eyes all ready to sleep.

She shifted again and I heard her whimper. My body jerked awake. She whimpered again and stifle her cries into the pillow. Slowly, I pushed myself off the sofa. I walked over to see if she what was going on.

It looked like she was having a nightmare. She still had these. I remember holding her one night to sleep. She clung to me like I was her lifeline.

"Isabella." I whispered, crouching down. I watched her fight her demons. The ones I couldn't see.

"Bella." I said a little louder but still in a gentle voice. I didn't want to startle her.

"Malcolm..." She whimpered my name. She mumbled some more words I couldn't understand. She writhed around in the bed.

God. I didn't want to touch her. I didnt. I could feel the frustration crawl through me. I was about to stand up and leave, refusing to give in , until she whimpered my name again.

I turned back to look at her over my shoulder. My hands fisted at my side. I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose slowly.

"No...no..." She cried out. "I did what you said. You promised!"

My heart couldn't take it and like always I dropped to my knees and whispered in my native tongue.

"mo ghràdh(my love), it is only a dream."

She stopped struggling. Her breathing was still irregular as if she had just run a marathon.

"mo ghràdh(my love)." I whispered again.

She exhaled slowly and her facial expression softened. I ran a hand harshly through my hair and stand up. Angered that I gave in this brief moment. Memories of what she did ten years ago flashed through my mind.

I moved back to the sofa and glared at her sleeping form. I can't let her crawl under my skin. I had to keep her at a distance.

I think it is a little too late for that. My inner voice commented. I will be damn if I allowed her any closer.

It was late into the hours before I fell asleep.

A/N:

So who all listened to the song above? I love the cover. The boy was amazing even though his accent was evident. I felt all emotions and my skin had goosebumps!!

Update on If I Stay - the next chap is a little steamy. So I have been trying to type it up on my phone. It will be updated this week though! Promise! Bend will be next on list after If I Stay.

Leila Vy