Chapter 32

An owl hooted from a distance and it told me we were back in court. The skies had turned dark with thick clouds hovering outside. Dion took me straight to Claudia Hart who had demanded those men to bring me to her.

I didn't know what her deal was. And I didn't even know who she was.

I believed I had never heard her name being mentioned by my father, but then again we were never close. Maybe if I saw her, I could recognise her from the family photos my father forced us to put everywhere in his house.

"The infamous daughter of my little brother Marcus," She said, a grin spreading over her face. Brother? Her face clicked in my mind instantly but her name still didn't come to me. "We have been waiting for a very long time."

She approached me, her demeanour threatening.

I swallowed hard, fear coursing through my veins. What did she want from me?

Dion stepped forward, again, covering me and I stepped back at the same time.

"Waiting for what?" He asked, his tone demanding and possessive at the same time. It made me feel even more guilty for taking his name. He had done nothing but be helpful.

Claudia lined her lips straight and a scowl fell on her face. "There had been rumours that she and her filthy mother murdered my brother in cold blood."

My eyes widened in surprise. How could they know?

"It's nothing like that." I said, stepping forward and defending my mother. It angered me anyone even mentioned her name with my father.

Their marriage was nothing but a mistake, an awful mistake.

"Are you telling me otherwise?" Her hands folded across her chest and she cocked a brow at me.

"You don't know anything."

"Enlighten me."

"Your brother was a fucked up man and you've no idea how much he hurt my mother—"

"So that's why you two planned and killed him?" She cut me and asked, enraging me further.

My head boiled and my blood burned.

I hadn't been confronted with his death before as everyone believed it was an accident and nothing else. It destroyed me to think of him as a victim rather than an abuser.

"Marcus Hart was a madman!" I exclaimed, my jaw clenched tight. "And I would kill him every time if I had the chance to, every night and every day. He deserved it, he deserved every inch of pain I gave to him." The words left my throat itself. I didn't even consider it once what I was saying or the danger I was putting myself into.

The Hart's were powerful and strong in this world and my father proved that point every day till the day he died.

Shock fell over Claudia's face. I heard her gasp at the revelation and then watched as rage spread over her face. Her eyes darkened and she stomped forward while her sharp claws extended from her fingernails.

I didn't feel guilty for killing my father and I was never going to.

"You killed my brother, you ratchet witch!" She exclaimed, raising her hands.

Dion grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him, guarding me, "You're not going to touch her."

Claudia snarled and took a step back, her claws retracting. She looked at Dion with a mixture of anger and disbelief. He was an Alpha, and she was—I wasn't sure. "Don't put yourself into something you don't need to, Dion. This is a family matter and I believe you should be walking away right now."

Dion stood his ground, his grip on my arm firm. "I'm not walking away anywhere. If you want to get to her, you're going to have to go through me."

"Why does she matter to you? She's a fucking witch," Claudia snapped, sounding even more frustrated at his support to me, which surprised me as well. "And what makes you think no one will come for you when everyone hears about what she has done to her father?"

There was a short tense silence. Dion turned, glancing at me for a moment, collecting his thoughts. I could tell he was confused by his eyes. I hadn't told him I murdered my father—I only told Callan.

"She's my mate and if anyone dares to touch her, they'll know what's coming for them." He stood even closer to me while claiming me as his mate even when I wasn't.

Surely I wasn't.

Claudia scoffed, and then shook her head, "A witch cannot be your mate."

"Why not?" He cocked a brow at her. "Let's not forget I'm cursed, Claudia. I can have anyone as my mate."

A small part of me couldn't help but feel touched by his words. He barely knew me and now, he was here, protecting me as if it meant everything.

"I don't see a mark on her. She's not your mat—"

"You'll see it soon," Dion growled, "Don't come anywhere near her. It's my last warning and you're well-aware of the powers I hold, they are greater than any of your greatest warriors."

As we walked out from the room, I glanced over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of Claudia who seemed horrified. It wasn't until today I realized she was my father's sister. My attention diverted when Dion placed his hand over my back, taking me out of the room.

We headed to my room, where he had dragged me out of just a few hours earlier for the duel. I had stopped practicing any kind of magic for the moment especially after experiencing the pain it bought me. I needed more control, more knowledge and without it, I wasn't going to do any witchcraft on anyone, even if it was on myself.

"Thank you, Dion. For saving me," I whispered as we entered the room. "I don't know what you think of me now, but I'm forever going to be in your favor. No one has ever stood for me like that." A smile spread over my face.

"I don't think anything. I believe you've your reasons. Wolves of the Silverstream Pack are as bad they get and while I don't know the reason behind you murdering father, I believe what I see." His hands flattened over my shoulders as he spoke to me, his tone warm and gentle. "You're not a bad person, Vivian."

"Thank you." I repeated.

I was still overwhelmed by what had happened and I feared what was going to come in my path now. It was surely another obstacle, but I hoped I could get through with it—with the help of these men I had bewitched unintentionally.

I raised my arm and placed my hand behind his neck before reaching up on my feet and pressing my mouth against his. My core tightened when he kissed me back and grabbed me tighter in his hold.

His body heat melted into me before he gripped my waist and pushed me on my bed. The manly scent of him and his werewolf dived into my nose and I inhaled deeply while wrapping my legs around him.

His fist clenched into my hair before he drew his mouth away from mine.

"You're rattling my cage, Vivian." He said with a warning. It was similar to the one I heard before.

I lowered him to my mouth and under my breath, I asked, "Do you want me to stop rattling it?"

He growled in desire, "No." His hands roamed all over me, touching my skin inch by inch and grabbing whatever came into his hold before he split my shirt into half.

"Have me, Dion." I whispered, raising my hips to meet with his.

The fire in his eyes grew along with the fire inside me. "Yes." He slammed me back on the bed before taking down my pants.

My fingers curled around the hem of his shirt and I pulled it off his muscular body, only wanting to delve into it. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, and all those wounds of battle and victory.

My core pressed stiffly against his throbbing erection. He claimed my mouth again, this time with a rougher kiss and unbuttoned his pants. My hands slid further down, soon wrapping around his cock as it jerked forward and against me.

The tip of his cock was wet as I brushed my thumb over it before fisting it in my hands and bringing it between my thighs.

"You need to be wet." He said, retorting for a split second.

"I'm wet." I mumbled while bringing his cock over my pussy and drawing the tip of it across my folds.

My head went back, burying into the sheets as I felt his cock harden even more at my touch. He growled lowly, restraining himself from plunging into me instantly. I stroked his cock over my wetness for a few seconds before positioning it at my pulsating entrance.

Desire stirred within him and he grabbed my hands before placing them on the sides of my head. My legs raised high over to the mattress, knees curling to my chest. My lips parted and a small gasp fled my throat as he pushed his cock through my wetness with ease.

Instantly, my muscles seized his thickness, milking and throbbing around him while he pushed himself deeper into me till I could feel the tip of his cock slamming against the walls inside me.

"Fuck," he groaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair. "You're tight like a fucking glove." He struggled with pulling himself out of me.

I pressed my eyes shut tight, feeling his warmth fill me again and again. He buried his head head between my neck and left a trail of wet kisses all over me.

Just some time ago, I was a virgin, and now, not anymore and I was glad I wasn't.

He kept stretching my tight walls while holding himself back from exploding inside me. Pleasure danced in my core. It left me panting heavily every time he slammed into me. My moans echoed all across the room while my nails raked across his back, leaving marks of my own on his body.

My eyes rolled back as I exploded on his cock, coming so hard I nearly lost my vision for a moment. He thrust himself back into me as I finished and quickened his pace, now taking his pleasure.

He leaned back with his one hand still tightened around my hair and his other roaming over my mouth.

I closed around him, milking his cock to an orgasm. My lips parted and his fingers slipped into my mouth, forcing me to suck on them while he rammed in and out of me, relentlessly and without any mercy.

I didn't expect any.

My head turned back when his fingers went deeper, making me choke on them. My belly tightened and pleasure split me in half again. He pulled his fingers from my mouth and ran them over my breasts, leaving a wet trail of my spit all over me before tugging on my nipples and holding them between his fingers.

I cried out in pain and pleasure as another release threatened to spill. My brows furrowed while my heart thrummed in my chest.

His cock buried deep to the point where I could feel his warm balls against my ass. He growled in pleasure as he finished, releasing his hot seed inside me, only inches away from my womb.

"I'll make sure you're mine. I promise." He said, holding me tight before slamming one more inside me.

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