Chapter 6: Forty five days in hell

Alcot's POV

Chapter Soundtrack: Pacify Her by Melanie Martinez.

"What in the name of the gods just happened out there? I need an explanation!" Willow yelled after me as we returned to the castle, the hems of her long wedding dress in her hands.

I sucked in the cold air and walked along. The rage in me was consuming and dangerous. I wished she would just stop talking.

"Alcot! I demand an explanation! Talk to me!" Willow continued to walk behind me adamantly. Fed up, I turned around on my heels and lock gaze with her. Her eyes were glaring into mine, wild and enraged. But definitely not like mine. My rage was burning. Like a wild flame of volcano fire.

"Are you deaf or blind?!" I yelled back at her, my voice thunderous that it shook her visibly. She blinked and stared, her eyes growing watery.

I wondered why she was crying. We were never doing any of this for love, anyway. It was all for our respective packs. Why was she making this all about her?

"It wasn't my fault the girl jumped into the mist! You saw it with your own eyes. There was absolutely nothing I could do about that!"

The tears inside her eyes fell down to her rosy cheeks. I gritted my teeth and ran my fingers through my hair.

What is this? Some kind of emotional blackmail? Even though I was a cold hearted man, I hated seeing anyone cry. Most especially women.

Fortunately for me, our moment was interrupted by Witch Sia who joined us and bowed her head slightly to greet me.

"My Alpha."

"Get out of my presence. I have to speak to the witch. Alone." I sighed, to control my emotions before commanding Willow.

She fetches her gown into her hands again and gnashes her teeth, her eyes filled with hate and anger. "Fix. This."

And then, she eyed Witch Sia before turning her back against us, leaving the castle.

"What just happened out there?" I turned my attention to the witch after Willow had left. "How could such a thing happen at my mating ceremony?"

"I cannot explain what happened, my Alpha. It was a big mistake that none of us saw coming. Something that none of us would've been able to control."

I exhaled heavily to let out some steam but it wasn't helping. All I wanted to do so badly was grab the girl by the throat and watch her beg for her life until she is out of air. I wanted to watch her beg for her life.

"What is the solution? Surely, I cannot remain mated to a foreign girl. I am sure you have a solution already. Do I have to reject her as my mate or something?"

"I'm sorry, Alpha Alcot. But that would not be possible." She bowed her head a little in an apologetic manner.

"What do you mean that would not be possible?" I felt my anger resurfacing. 'Impossible' was not a word in my vocabulary. Nothing was impossible for me.

"For now, Alpha Alcot. That would not be possible for now. The blood moon is already over. We cannot unbind what has been bound under the blood moon until the next blood moon."

"But that would be in the next forty five days." For the first time in a long time, I felt bound and helpless. Completely out of control. It was the kind of feeling I hated. Not being able to control certain events from happening in your life. I was the Alpha. I should be able to be in control of everything. And everyone.

"Yes, my Alpha. We would have to keep the girl with us for forty five days until the next blood moon. Then, we would be able to unbind you too." Witch Sia maintained. "For now, she is your mate, Alpha Alcot."

I breathed in and out through my mouth, feeling the rage in me reach its peak. I could hardly see clearly with the anger in me. It blinded my reasoning, sight and hearing. The next seconds, I smash the breakable vases and wall arts in the room, not caring a bit that they were valuable pieces.

"Goddammit!" I punched the hard falls, my fist breaking through it. I punched the walls over and over again, ignoring the blood coating my hand now.

My guards, the servants and Witch Sia stand still, watching me throw a fit. Everyone knew trying to stop me whenever I was out of control was like asking for a death wish. You'd never be able to walk out of the scene alive.

"Brother!" Arabella's voice came from behind me accompanied by the sound of her heels clicking noisily against the wooden polished floor.

"Brother! Stop it please! I beg of you!" She holds me by the hand, tight. Her body heaved unsteadily as she cried.

"Please, brother. Listen to me. Stop hurting yourself." She sniffed and I paused as I felt her tears on my shoulders.

Gradually, I lowered my hand and blood trickled down to the floor, making light 'tap, tap' sounds.

My rage was half melted because of Arabella. She was the only one who could make me feel better even in my worst state.

But never completely. No one could melt my rage completely. Except for one thing.

My eyes glared to the hallway that led to the dungeon. Red, and thirsty for blood.

"I am going to kill her before she gets the chance to be my mate."