Page 49 of Fated to Her

“You don’t go anywhere I say you can’t. He hasn’t changed, and I won’t let you put our child at risk or yourself.”

“Now get your hands off me. I never get a say in anything, and I’m sick of it,” I tell him, becoming angry at his controlling ways.

His grip only tightens and he suddenly shifts. He tries to step away, but his emotions get the better of him. His claws slip down my arms and hips before he stands up, the glass shower screen shattering from his abrupt shifting.

He growls, and goosebumps rise on my arms at the sound. The bedroom door bursts open as Cyrus rushes in, but I don’t take my eyes off Eli, who looks like he wants to kill me.

“What have you done?” Cyrus gasps, and I can feel my blood running down my arms and legs, though I’m too angry that he would shift this close to me.

“You don’t get a say in this,” Eli growls.

“Move!” I tell him, pushing on his chest.

“Adeline!” Eli warns.

“Don’t ‘Adeline’ me, Eli. I’m done with your crap. Now step aside. We are going, and that’s final. Come or don’t. I no longer give a shit, but I’m not sitting here waiting for Sam to attack again.”

“Sam won’t get you. You are safe with us,” he says as I try to step around his huge furry figure.

I’d rather deal with his wolf form, not this monstrosity of a form; he really looks like the thing of nightmares, a monster, and right now, he is acting like one.

“Yeah, like at the other place. Real fucking safe when he set it on fire. I’m not sitting around for him to come back. You have no idea the shit I endured at his hands. He ruined me once. He won’t be getting a second chance at it. Now step aside and let me out!” I scream at him, leaving me breathless and hot-faced.

Eli growls before hitting the tile beside my head, making me jump. Cyrus grips his shoulder, looking at me in panic.

Eli steps aside. “Get out of my sight,” he snaps.

I rush past him.

Cyrus grabs me and pushes me toward the door. “You ever shift near her again—”

“I know!” Eli says, looking over his shoulder at him before his eyes go to me, and he looks away.

“Come, Addie,” Cyrus says, grabbing a towel and pushing me out the door.

The bedroom door opens. Emery sticks her head in.

“Clean it, or I will kill him,” she says, handing Cyrus a broom before her eyes dart to me and her white towel that now has blood on it.

“Help her first,” Emery says, pressing her lips in a line.

“Was going to,” Cyrus says, biting his wrist and offering it to me.

I step closer to him and grab his wrist.

Emery closes the door.

As soon as I press his wrist to my lips and his blood floods my mouth, something rushes over me, something that is definitely a foreign feeling. I always get strange reactions while drinking their blood, but this is something else. My nails sink into his wrist, and I sink my blunt teeth into him, making him jerk away from me, yet I need his blood. “Need” isn’t even a strong enough word for it as I step closer to him. I feel crazed, and his blood is the antidote. I need to stop the sudden overwhelming craving.

“Addie, love, what are you doing?” Cyrus says, his hands out in front of him like he is trying to fend off a wild animal.

Eli steps out back in his human form, and I can see him from the corner of my eye, yet I can’t pull my eyes from Cyrus and the blood staining his wrist. I lunge at him when I feel an arm wrap around my waist, jerking me back.

“What’s wrong with her?” Eli asks.

I can’t process what he means. I just need blood, like I need oxygen to breathe. I turn in Eli’s arms, trying to shove him off, when I notice the vein in his neck pulsates under his skin. I become transfixed on it, and instead of pushing away, I grab him, biting into his neck. He growls, his shock making him stumble back into the dresser before he braces himself to move to the bed. Hands grip me, trying to pull me off as I lock my legs around his waist. I crave his blood so much more than Cyrus’s as it floods into my mouth, and I bite him again, sucking on his skin. It’s intoxicating. I feel high on his blood before feeling the strange urge dissolve as I return to my senses and realize I’m drinking blood.

“For the love of God. It’s new. Can you please stop ruining my apartment?” Emery says, bursting into the room.