[THEODORE'S POV]
Tears rushed out of my eyes as I sat on my bed, folding my hands as despair crushed me.
"All I wanted to do was apologize. I just wanted to apologize to him." I murmured, great anguish pounding my heart with its pestle of mercilessness.
The moment the piercing pain struck my chest again, I clutched my shirt and gasped, bending my face to the ground and allowing the shiny sorrowful drops fall to the floor.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. But he turned me down. H-he t-tur-ned-"
The grief swallowed me whole and I fell on the bed and began to shake wildly.
My core, it was breaking. Slowly fracturing.
"No, Theo! Get a grip on yourself!" Nestor, my wolf, shouted in alarm.
But I wasn't myself. With each seconds that rolled away, I felt my spirit evaporating.
"T-t-the pain, Nestor… The p-p-pain… it's too much. I can't contain them any longer." I weakly uttered, feeling the grief expanding inside me, choking me.
"Don't say that, Theo! Please don't say that! You've been through worse shits. You and I, we've survived all those phase and we're still surviving them. A little hostility from your uncle shouldn't break you like this. Please hold yourself." Nestor's voice echoed softly in my ears.
"But I love him! He might be my uncle, but he's our mate. And I love him! I just can't help myself!!" I cried out.
I did not care that it was night already and that neighbors in the environ were sleeping, or that my homophobic uncle on the second floor below mine would hear me. At this point of escalated anguish, I couldn't afford to even think of anything or anyone.
Except him! Uncle Alaric! The homophobic uncle of mine that Selene tied me to.
Nestor continued with his pacifying utterances, showering me with his compassion.
"His words are hurtful. I know. It pains me too. But it shouldn't be like this. You should not break yourself like this, Theo. Alaric is our mate. Selene knows why she paired you both. He might still come around."
"Selene sucks! She doesn't know anything! She knows no shit! Cos if she does, she wouldn't have given me this punishment!" I shouted, sniffing. "Alaric is never coming around, Nestor. He is never going to love us."
I kept sobbing as more anguish flooded my core, forcefully drowning me.
As I choked on the misery my heart fed me with, strength suddenly deserted me. And before I could wail again, my heart constricted and my breath ceased.
"THEODORE! THEODORE! THEO!!" Nestor shouted with fright.
I collapsed on the ground, and just like the night sky, my vision went black. I saw no lights or twinkling stars.
Just darkness. Pure darkness.
***
I felt myself being dragged up and down. And when I fluttered my lashes, slowly opening my eyes, I saw the figure of a man.
He was above me, shaking me wildly.
"Theo! Theo! Wake up, Theo!!" He shouted, his loud voice resounding in my room.
When my vision cleared, I looked at him well. As his features became clearer, my brows furrowed in shock.
It was no other person than him! Uncle Alaric.
"Why are you here?" I asked with a weak voice, breathing slowly.
His eyes darted to mine and he gasped, his face plastered with excitement and shock.
"Fuck you're alive! You're alive!" He shouted uncontrollably.
The way he kept panting and looking at me, it felt like I'm a miracle, a resurrected pup.
Did I really die?
He pulled me gently from the ground and hugged me tightly, covering me with his perfect, huge body. One that made me to slightly forget about my weakness or emotional despair.
"Don't do that again! Please don't scare me like that again!" He murmured hastily, cradling my small body in his hulky frame.
There was a sharp fracture in his voice. And his aura, it reeked of fear.
Wasn't he the one that shouted at me not long ago, warning me never to cross paths with him in this house or even come close to his room.
Now, he has come to my own room. But why? Why does he keep treating me anyhow? Reasoning told me that i should tell him to go away, to leave me alone. But I strongly refused.
Suddenly, my sad thoughts scattered like a band of disorganized ants. His pheromones... It was doing to me that which I didn't understand.
And his smell... That smell...
Never in my life has the smell of any alpha appealed to my senses like this! I got intoxicated instantly.
My hands were the first to act as his sweet smell savaged my nostrils. Slowly, I worked my palms, moving it to his broad back, sweeping it gently.
My head followed suit and moved. I was suddenly feeling energized. I shifted my face from his left chest to the right, feeling the hard muscles go aflame underneath my face.
And it tingled me, suddenly building a skyscraper of lust in my head. One that made me incredibly high.
But it wasn't only me. I wasn't the only one feeling the tingling sensations.
When his hardness poked my thigh again, he stiffened.
I froze too.
Shit! He's going to flare up again! He's going to yell at me like he did hours ago. Or hit me this time around.
But reverse was the case.
He grabbed my face and captured my lips, kissing me hurriedly with a stunning fierceness that caused my chest to swell with joy.
Gosh!! That was out of the blues! I did not see that coming!
His tongue lapped on a sensitive spot on my neck and a moan fled my mouth. He hissed in pleasure. "I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't-" His voice trailed off as a low groan escaped his lips.
"Oh fuck! What have you done to me, Theodore? My body aches badly for you." He grumbled, his voice deeper and thicker than before.
Instinctively, I tightened my arms around him. And when it wasn't enough, I slid one hand inside his trouser from the back, crossing the barrier his boxer created, digging deeper.
When my hands touched his big, warm scrotum sac, I grabbed it, eliciting a low growl from him.
Then I pressed my body fully into him, my boldness frothing over.
"Don't stop, uncle! Let your body take what it wants."
The instant I said that, a loud animalistic growl erupted from his throat.
I looked into his eyes and my heart skipped.
They were no longer the normal honey brown. Just carmine. And glittering with lust!