Chapter 7: chapter 7- BLAIRE’S pov

Chapter 8

The day of my execution finally came and it was full moon tonight. I awaited what my fate was going to be.

I felt some type of way, it wasn't fear but a feeling of heightened aggression and unusual sexual arousal. I was so hot and sweaty as it got darker the feeling grew stronger but I didn't know what it was. I couldn't even wrap my head around it.

"Mark me", I demanded.

"I will, You are mine and you belong to just me."

"I want you," I said burning for him and wanting his touch.

"I would give anything to hear the sound you will make when I am inside you." he ran his fingers through my hair and proceeded to kiss my thighs. I let out a shaky breath as his hands explored my whole body and then he leaned in for a kiss.

The same dream I had the night Richard took me has been repeating itself since I got here. I guess I passed out again, which has been my normal routine since I was locked up here. What can I say? I've been starved for close to a week

My mind conjured up images of what they were going to do to me and I'll admit I was so frightened. The men weren't nice to me too they kept talking about how I was going to meet my creator and all of that.

As I saw one of the men coming to my cell, I trembled in fear I didn't want to die even though I tried to convince myself I was ready.

He dragged me out of the cell with such aggressiveness. My skin was already red from the mishandling I'd gotten from the people here.

We walked into a room with few people present, the alpha looked at me with malice as usual. I looked around and I saw the rope that was set up, the type used to hang someone. Death by hanging?

"Why don't you go for Richard instead ?"I managed to ask with fear and my voice shaky.

"Because he went for my family." He answered but wasn't looking at me. I could sense the hurt and hatred in his voice.

Tears rolled down my cheeks I was so scared but for some reason, I had hoped it wouldn't end as I thought.

They took me closer and put me on top of a stool, fixed the rope around my neck, and then tightened the rope.

I couldn't cry anymore because it felt pointless, nothing was going to change.

The little glimmer of hope I had was gone.

I don't even know how I ended up here for someone who couldn't give two flying fucks about me. Well, I guess it's fate.

I shut my eyes tight waiting for them to pull the rope but then there was an interruption. There was chaos I heard screams and for me to open my eyes the place was on fire. Everyone ran and left me hanging there.

I started feeling suffocated, I was inhaling the smoke and I couldn't move much because I could fall off the stool and hang myself. I couldn't breathe freely almost like an invisible hand was constricting my airways.

I could feel a painful sting in my eyes, the surroundings looked alien and disorientated. I managed to pull the rope out of my head but I fell on the ground. I started coughing and I was so dizzy I could barely move.

Through my blurry vision as tears welled up in my eyes I saw a figure standing in front of me.

He lifted me from the ground and carried me in his arms looking directly into my eyes.

I looked up to see Richard's face, he looked so pissed but what was new? Then I realized Richard? I opened my eyes in shock and disbelief with a glint of hope in my eyes too.

That's when I saw his face up close he was in rage not just pissed.

His expression was softer than I had ever seen.

I whispered, "Thank you." And smiled at him. He quickly handed me over to Maxwell and then I passed out.

Waking up I saw Maxwell sitting by my bedside, watching me. He looked so pretty. I tried sitting up and he held me up and positioned me well.

"I'm so sorry for everything you had to go through." He spoke genuinely.

I just nodded avoiding eye contact with him.

"Look at me," he said and raised my chin. "How are you doing?"

"How do you think?" I lashed out. I burst into tears and he held me I cried out till I was tired.

He left and brought me food and insisted on feeding me too.

"I have something to tell you. " Maxwell said.

"Okay go ahead I'm listening."

"I don't know if it's the right time but things happen so fast these days I don't want to regret not being able to tell you how I feel." He said genuinely his blue eyes looking directly into my own eyes.

"Okay?"I urged him to continue.

"I like you. I don't know what it is yet but I'm really drawn to you. These past days that you were - - umm… taken." He found it hard to say the word.

"It's okay you can say it," I assured him.

He continued, "I couldn't concentrate on anything I was restless and I couldn't forgive myself if something happened and I wasn't able to let you know how I feel toward you,"

He paused, "I don't expect a reply now but you can think about it."

"I - - I don't know what to say, Max." I managed to say as confused as I was. Maxwell is a nice guy but I wasn't sure I was ready for this now. I don't even know what I wanted.

I finished my food in silence which was awkward. Then he took my hands his gaze was intensely focused on me, and it made me blush. My breathing became labored by his attention.

He pulled closer and our lips met in a tender collision of intimacy and longing. Our breath intertwined with a subtle taste of affection and a rush of emotions. The kiss was warm and soothing, it seemed like time paused, so gentle.

Suddenly an intruding noise jolted us back to the present and the door creaked open. We pulled apart startled, with our gazes on the intruder.