Mated to a god

"You allowed Summer into the training grounds when she shouldn't even be close to that place and you tried to murder a human." I shake my head at these accusations.

"No, I suffocated him.There’s a difference."I consciously avoid Summer’s part in this and I am sure that she is silently thanking me.

I can almost feel it.Uncle Sebastian’s eyes doesn't leave me.He continues to keep his glare and I continue to look everywhere but him.The chances of me getting my head cut off are bigger now.

"Yes, apparently, to you, there’s a difference."He nods with sarcasm all over his words.

"Don't I just remind you of my mother, your sister?"His mood takes a sudden change when I say this and I take a step back, planning my escape.

Bringing out this topic hurts him badly but I don’t mind...of course I do mind.

I just tell myself that I don’t mind everyday.

"Your tricks aren't going to work on me that easily, Isabella."

His expression changes to something much more darker and the room slowly turns cold.

Even with all these happening, I Know that he won't hurt me.I know that deep down.

He takes me as a daughter and when I was little he never wanted me to step into the sight of males but then I got older, he knew that I was bound to find my mate.

"I can assure you that Summer wasn’t in da-" His growl cuts me off immediately and I keep my mouth shut as he rambles.

"Summer wasn't in any harm, in danger?" His voice is filled with rage.

"She was in the middle of extra hormonal males who can't keep their emotions in check."

"Females were also there, and why would you send me there if you knew that they are hormonal males.Am I not also important to you?"

"Do not change the subject."He warns.

"You are very much important.I trained you myself and I trust that you can take care of yourself."

"But what you don’t trust is that I can take care of Summer."

"She is my daughter!" His enraged voice fills the air and I stand there calmly.

"And she is my cousin."I say.

Summer has been quiet since we came here, her hair tucked behind her pointed ears and her blue eyes watching every single thing in the room.She probably decides that it’s time to stop playing with her leg and she speaks out.

"It was my fault."

Her father hears her timid whisper in the midst of his rage and I notice how his once darken eyes are gone.Summer has so much effect on him.She is his daughter after all.

I just wish I had that kind of effect on him too.

The kind that will make him start a war for me.

The kind that a father would have for his daughter and I guess that I am going over the top.He is not my father, he is hers.

"I should be blamed for this and not my cousin.It was me who went to the training grounds."

She begins to play with her fingers, her face downwards and her father’s eyes watches her all through.

"You know that you aren't allowed to step into where the wolves are training.Why did you even go there."

"Because...I need to learn how to fight."

Her blue eyes stares up at him and I watch his eyes soften in return.

He walks over to his daughter and squats before her, holding her arms as he goes down.

Both Summer’s and my eyes follow him all the way.

"But you already know how to fight.You've had training everyday since you turned ten."

Just like her father, her eyes narrows pensively.

"That's for magic, dad.I need to learn how to defend myself without magic.What if I get stuck in a situation that I can't use my powers."

"You won't get to see that because you will never see a battle."

With the way her little hands tightens I know that she feels the same way I feel sometimes, like to punch her father.

Like to punch the king of all wolves.

"What if I do, daddy and no one is there to protect me, no one is there to help me.Not even you or my magic."

She stomps on her feet angrily.

"The world has an infinite line of possibilities.That’s why I asked for a gun."

She whispers the last statement under her breath but the both of us hear it loud and clear.

The next thing she does is to stand on her feet and she walks out of the room with Zero want of turning back, not even to stare at me.

"You have to accept that your daughter needs proper training." He slowly stands on his feet and faces me.

"She does need physical combat training, I accept that but she won't be seen in the eyes of newly turned males." His words are beginning to annoy me.

"I still repeat myself that they were also females there."

will train her myself." He

better than no

words and when he doesn’t say a word, I begin to walk to

you going, Isabella.We are not

I roll my eyes

I still stand there

he is the king and he can kill me in less that a second

your training with the newly turned for a month as punishment

words fuels the anger in me and the only way it can go out is for me to glare at the door in front of me, my

"Watch me, dear uncle."

yank the door open and I step out immediately, ignoring him, ignoring his growls at my disrespect and

to take over and

I always put myself into trouble and try to run away from it, I

see what's going to happen, I bolt away, calling out to my werewolf speed as I

out but that doesn’t mean that her

with having a wolf, except for

moves automatically, maneuvering a way out of the castle and into

me as I step in butI ignore them, my movements never stopping

My safe spot.

I let go of every burden that the day brings and like always, the sight amazes me no matter how many times I

me is a clearing and after that clearing is a glorious waterfall, the way the water

every single time I come, I can’t keep my eyes off the

take a sip out of the clean,

and I find my way to my usual sitting

here I can see everything the waterfall has

around it, the

I

there, time flies when

the sun is coming down and the moon takes its place, also reflecting on

butterflies are replaced by the fireflies and they ignite the forest

know how but it finds a way to wrap itself around my

feeling the tug and wondering how it can be doing this, then my eyes wanders

pensively, my instincts on high

looms at a distance in a clear corner of

I do

I begin to look for a weapon a thankfully, my hand feels a branch and I end up pushing it

"Show yourself.Who are you?"

the second and then aman comes out.A man with dark and pensive eyes.They glimmer in the dark, blinking

his structure is

"Do it slowly."

his dark eyes, unblinkingly and somehow I feel like there’s something hidden under them, like they aren't the

stand up, still holding the branch before me and I blank when

mind twitch as I scan through his odd attire, both top

categorized as a strong

is

holds a structured jaw line and is covered by a skin so

by my feelings but it doesn’t stop

two thin bow-like pink lips and a pointed

eyes that remains dark,

stronger and my eyes widen

my wolf is present in my head as she breaks the barrier blocking her out and the words she forces out of

"Mate."

in my head.

to break through the

my mouth, he moves back a

and tiny that if I

fast that I

lips as he fully steps out of

I am your mate,

my guard down because of his clean British accent, alluring scent or handsome

he is handsome.I can't believe we found our mate after centuries of waiting.This is a dream come through, it wants to make me forgive you for blocking me out all these years, Izzy.'’ I ignore my wolf's loud voice

are you talking to.’ I take a deep breath trying not to move my eyes from the

this

it’s a bad thing.I wanted to see how long it would take you to figure out that I was here and it took

words

in the process but what I get back in return is her anger and a sharp pain

staring at me with concern. He takes a step forward

"Who are you?"

His cryptic responds slightly annoys

"What's your name?"

call me would be

and my grip on the branch

not call me that and how did you know my name." I say, remembering when

his smell, by passing the scent of

neither are you a human, so

his hands into the pocket of his

I am and now, you're asking

side,

a decision on what you want me

I shake my head, pushing my wolf back into

"Shut up."

then?" I look up at him in confusion before I realize that I said

I meant." My arms becomes tired and so I decide

"What's your name?"