Obsession novel Chapter 44

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"So next time before opening up your mouth just to give me attitude, shut it or else" Grayson growls and I roll my eyes, causing Ethan to grab my thigh hard, making me wince and pout.

"Yes" I say and Grayson rolls his eyes.

"Yes, sir" I add in and he nods and walks off.

"Aha, sir?" Alex chuckles and I roll my eyes, glaring at him, then glaring at Ethan.

"Don't give me attitude now, I'm pretty sure you're already in enough trouble as is, don't get yourself in more" Ethan says and I nod.

"Anyway guys, was nice visiting but I must get going. I'll see you tomorrow Skye" Alex gets up and I walk with him outside.

"Thank you for today" I pout and he nods.

"Don't thank me, you know I'm always here" He smiles and shifts into his wolf form. He stretches slightly and glances at me, running off. I walk back into the house and look at Ethan, pouting.

"What's wrong?" Ethan asks and I sit back next to him.

"I just don't want to move back into Grayson's room. He's mean to me and his going to expect me to go back into the room..." I say and look down.

Ethan sighs softly, and lifts my chin up to look into his eyes.

"Yes Grayson is difficult, yes he is moody. But he really does feel affectionate towards you. With other girls he usually just uses them. Remember, you're his mate. And his barely even laid a finger on you. That's a privilege because as a King, and as a wolf and a vampire he'd want to be fucking you all the time to claim you over and over. But he doesn't. He doesn't because he knows he can really hurt you badly and his not letting that happen. He does care for you" Ethan says and I shake my head.

"Wrong. Actions speak louder than words. And Grayson's actions shows that he can't stand me. He thinks I'm disgusting too and he can barely even look at me, he probably hates that I'm his mate, and just wishes he could get Hecate back" I get up and Ethan shakes his head.

"Maybe try to talk to him?" He says and I stare at him.

"Really? Talk to Grayson about the way I feel? Yeah no. His an arrogant ass and he'll make me feel even more pathetic than I already do" I go upstairs and go to the top, taking my things out Ethan's room and pack it in Grayson's room. I don't see him in the room but I hear him on the balcony.

I climb into the shower and almost get lost inside. The shower is really big and I turn the water on hot, washing myself and shaving. Honestly I can't deal with hair on my body. The only hair that's allowed is on my head. I wash my hair, applying conditioner to it, and rinsing it out. I turn the tap off and climb out, wrapping a towel around myself. I walk back into the room and shiver as the cold breeze hits me from the balcony. I get on a shirt and a pair of panties and climb into bed. I close my eyes and try to fall asleep when I hear the balcony door close and footsteps leave out the door, closing it.

I sigh and eventually fall asleep.

I wake up much later on and I yawn, picking up my phone and checking the time, it read 11:37am. I shivered as I felt the draft enter the house. It was cold. I wrapped the blankets tighter around myself and saw that the other side of the bed was untouched, meaning Grayson must of slept in one of the spare rooms last night. I get up, walking to my closet, getting on a pair of leggings, running shoes and a black pair of socks, a tank top and a sports bra. I tied my hair into a high pony tail and brushed my teeth, grabbing my airpods, putting them in my ears and connecting my bluetooth, playing some slipknot.

I walked downstairs to find Ethan or Grayson so that I could ask them if I could go run, and they were no where to be seen so I left. I ran into the forest and followed the least "branchy" trail so that I didn't have as much trees and leaves in my face.

He walked right in front of me and gently cupped my face, making me wince. I could smell the blood. His hands were cold. His stare was cold. My body was numb.

He looked at me and smirked, grabbing a bunch of my hair and pulling it back harshly, making me look up at him.

He pulled his hand out the black glove, and he extracted nails. His nails were long and sharp. I've never seen such nails before and I closed my eyes. I felt the nails gently trace my jawline and I bit my lip to fight back the tears.

"P-please l-let m-m-me go" I said softly and the nail caresses my neck and gently cuts into my neck. I wince and stay as still as possible. He slides his fingernail in my skin and slides it all the way down to my collarbone.

I feel the warm liquid drip down my neck onto my clothes.

He takes his finger, licking it, taking it back and traces his finger along the area he cut, and put it back into his mouth, letting out a groan.

He then says something to the guy, and the guy takes me back to the house.

As soon as I get home I start crying frantically and I start packing my bags to leave, dialing someone's number I never thought I'd dial before.

My brother.