A Kiss For Your Freedom

I continue to move forward, slowly, trying to calm the urges that push my Wolf to want more, to drip his blood which will eventually run down my throat as he breathes his last, begging me. Begging me for his life for one last breath, for one minute more or less depending on the pain he feels.

I'm just waiting for that and so is my Wolf. He too wants to see it bend, wants to see it crawl.

- Such a temperament, no wonder you left your pack, no wonder you went to live among humans, he said, laughing more and more. And to think that you surely could have governed if only you had had everything you lacked, patience and intelligence.

It's too much for me, far too much and this time I no longer take precautions, I sweep away with the back of my hand wha is on the counter, the old telephone and the documents which are carefully placed next to.

He doesn't even jump, he doesn't tremble. If he wants to play which of us is the strongest or the most creative, then we'll see which of us will win. I keep walking until I'm so close to him that I don't even have to reach out to touch him. I know i he is at my mercy and despite that, his behavior continues to disturb me, to disturb me as if I risked confronting a wall, a insurmountable obstacle, something that I cannot overcome, and I can just contemplate as a masterful failure.

I growl a little louder, I know he doesn't care, but it comes out of me, it's stronger than me, I can't hold back, any more th I can control my claws which grow longer, my hairs growing along my arms, showing that my Wolf is so close that I cannot master him, control him, keep him locked up like the wild beast that he is.

~ I was sure of it, he says as my hand rests on his shoulder. I felt it straight away, I understood it straight away. You are ev weaker than my Alpha.

This time, it's one word too many, one sentence too many that pushes me to show him who I really am and to show him what he was only guessing, what he was only believing. I will be merciless, as long as I get what I want, as long as I have t information necessary for my mission.

I already feel that I am going to like what he is going to follow, this pain that he believes he can handle and that I am go to inflict on him with such force that he will never be able to recover from it. He will never be able to get up and do this precious work that is so dear to his heart.

It's my turn to smile, to laugh in an almost Machiavellian way and yet, it only makes my heart beat a little faster. It only awakens sensations that I thought I had forgotten, that I almost thought I had hidden over time. He can laugh, smile, call whoever he wants if he wants, he will end up talking and at that moment I will decide whether I will end these days quick or not.

Dorian’s POV

The kids are ready, both of them, and yet, as I finish my morning routine with them, I sense something is wrong. I lean towards the living room window to see Jason and Emma together as is often the case when they are outside at the same time. Her eyes are closed and he holds her in his arms, holding her against him to block out this cold which is becoming: little more biting day by day.

I smile, as I often do, I don’t want to disturb the children and yet, deep inside me, deep in my heart, I feel something strange, something old and yet still there, stuck in Me. As if I can’t get rid of it, as if I can’t fight against what's h appening as if it's just so strong that despite my family life I continue to feel it like a burden.

They turn their heads towards me. I learned from my mistakes. I wouldn't do them again. Emma will not forgive me a second time, we know all three of them and they in turn sense what I am only perceiving. Emma frowns, she’s probably tr brightest of the three of us and immediately she gets up before Jason follows her.

I won't be able to provide answers to their questions, but they already know that and will certainly not ask anything, they will just be there, close to me, comfort me and make sure that this strange feeling disappears forever, that I find my serenity, my calm, my place near them.

My smile widens a little more, maybe I wasn't meant for them and for all that, they understand me better than anyone, better than my former partner even if it bothers me to say it or think it, they are simply made to me and together, we manage to complete each other, to be a much more powerful whole.

They arrive in just a few minutes and quickly come to take me in their arms. It's crazy, the way they take control over my body, over my thoughts, as if their simple presence was enough to obscure everything, to erase everything.

The children play alongside, they don't pay attention to their overflow of affection, of tenderness, which is quite common for them and leaves us these few minutes which are enough to cry out, to make me forget what I feel.

Their lips stick to my neck and immediately, they diffuse in me a soft, reassuring, comforting warmth.

~ How about we go for a family picnic, Emma suggests. Soon the snow will cover everything. It will be too cold for the litt ones but today the sun is shining.

~ Very good idea love, said Jason, running his hand through her hair.

It's true that it's a good idea, feeling nature, seeing the children having fun, having them close to me. That's all I need.

- indeed my dear, it's a very good idea.

They hug me a little tighter before Emma kisses me and gets up.

- I'l go to the kitchen, get the kids ready and we can leave in an hour.

She is already leaving, not without smiling at us first, and is going to prepare something to eat for us all. His clamor, his spirit, his good humor, make me smile. She is so beautiful and much more confident than ever before. Becoming a mothe made her stronger. But also more attentive and she reveals herself a little more each day, showing herself as she really is like to see it like this. Seeing her hold the reins of this family that we form.

- I'm going to be okay, Jason asks, whispering these few words in my ear.

“It's going to be okay, I said, smiling at him. How could it be otherwise when I have the best place there is.

- 50 I'l let you look at Emma and I'll prepare the little ones.

~ can't help it, I like looking at her.

- I wouldn't be the one to throw stones at you. I can watch you two for hours.

I smiled a little more when I heard him say that. I know he thinks so. 1 often catch him looking at us for a long time and a the same time, I often do the same thing 0 I never say anything, on the contrary I like knowing that he is able to get lost my eyes without worrying about the time that passes .

He goes to see the little ones who explode with joy as soon as he tells them about a picnic and goes with them to their room to dress them a little warmer. I have to forget this strange feeling, this strange sensation and I have to focus on ther on all of them. I smile before getting up too. Its time for me to go help them prepare for our trip.

Yohan's POV

As I thought, no one seems to understand the danger I could represent and no one is trying to come and see if this docto is okay, if I don’t do anything to him. He's not afraid of me, not afraid of what I might do to him, but that's not going to st me from trying. I need to let off steam, I need to let myself go a little before resuming my hunt.

He doesn't even try to run away, nor to call for help. He just smiles as if he's trying to defy me at all costs. My hand rests his shoulder, he doesn't even jump, he knows what's coming next which only annoys me a little more. I tighten my grip or him, sinking my claws into these flesh, crossing his skin until scraping these bones.

Not a single cry of pain escapes these lips. Not a single complaint, nothing at all. My breathing accelerates, my Wolf want to massacre him just because he dares to stand up to us and I have to contain him until I get the answers I need.

My hand tightens a little more. Crushing his collarbone. I can feel the bones being broken, the pieces scraping across my fingertips, and yet he still has no reaction. I hear my breathing getting louder and louder, I really have to fight to keep my Wolf under my control which makes him laugh before he says to me,

You will never be able to keep control of your Wolf. He's going to kill me and you won't get anything from me, I guarantee you that.

He has already given up hope of getting out of here alive, all for information, for a Wolf who is no longer even part of this pack, who destroyed it by killing its Alpha. I really don’t understand this doctor's loyalty to Dorian but I still have time, I still have time and even if I have to fight my Wolf, I don't intend to finish him off so quickly.

His warm blood runs down my arm and I release my rip for a short moment by withdrawing my hand before violently planting it a little lower on his chest which I cross from side to side, thus breaking his ribs in the process. Puncturing one these lungs which little by little will fill with blood, drowning him from the inside without him being able to do anything about it. As long as my hand remains in place, nothing will happen, but the minute I remove it, then his time will be running out.

“It's time for you to talk, Doc” I said, growling into his ear.

It's time for you to learn, kid. You won't have me, you won't have anything from me.