The Werewolf's Vampire Mate
Chapter 310: The memory of her

Chapter 310: The memory of her

Rex

The memory

"Hello Rex West,’’ the woman smiles, obstructing me from passing. I manage a faint smile because she mentioned my name, which must mean she knows me. Her eyes shine under the sunlight, making it really hard to stop looking at her.

"Do I know you?’’ I ask her immediately. Gyles told me not to roam about, I was just supposed to get my back and return to the room. What if she knows Blue and she blows our cover?

"Oh, you don’t, but I know all about you,’’ her smile widens and it makes me sick to my stomach. I already sense something bad before she even reaches for me. Her index finger points to my forehead and I black out before I can even make a run for it.

Slowly opening my eyes, I am in a room. This room looks exactly like the one we paid for, except that it has only one bed. I try to stand up but I am tied. Both my hands and legs are tied to the bed. The only person that I know is responsible for this, is that beautiful woman. The one I saw downstairs. I tug at the ropes and the more I tug, the more it burns. It feels like fire on my skin.

Breathe.

My wolf soothes me, I can’t focus on anything but the pain from the ropes. Whoever did this, has no plans on me even being able to get out on my own. I hear the door and murmurs but I can’t see who they are. There are two people in the room but the only voice that sounds familiar is the woman’s voice. The one that did this to me. They are trying to be quiet. I can hear them clearly.

"Is this going to work? I don’t want to hurt anyone,’’ the woman manages, there is hesitation in her voice. If she didn’t do this to me, I would think she was innocent.

"We have to. There are no plans of hurting anyone. Just trust me. Analise will give up on the throne once this happens."

I don’t know what is going on but why am I part of this plan. What do they mean by hurting people? Why am I involved in this and what do they want to do to me?

"Promise?’’ the woman asks.

"I give you my word. Complete the spell and let him go." The door closes after that and my heart trembles in fear. They are talking about spells which must mean that they are witches. I sit up on the bed—as much as I can as she walks over to me. I see her face again, the smile that I once saw as evil but there is a lot more in her eyes. Something tells me that she doesn’t want to do this but the fact that she is doing this just makes her as bad as the man.

"Please let me go,’’ I beg her, still tugging on the ropes. She climbs the bed and grabs my wrist "Stop forcing, they are leaving wounds. No one can know that you were here,’’ she tells me. Like I would listen to her. The scars will heal, as long as I have my wolf. The burns will heal. I wish they wouldn’t because this is the only way that Gyles will know something happened to me.

"Once this is over, you wouldn’t remember anything,’’ she assures me as she caresses my hair. I hate her so much and I don’t even know her.

"Please let me go. I will not tell anyone about this.’’

I am desperate and since I can’t fight to get out of this. I will be a coward and beg until she lets me go. She ignores my pleas and stands up from the bed. I watch her as she walks to the table that has a box tv on it. She grabs something from the table and walks back to me.

"This is not personal. I am sorry that you have to be involved in this but I promised. Once things are settled, I will have you back to normal.’’

Normal?

What is she talking about?

"Please, I promise if you let me go, I wouldn’t tell anyone. I will not mention it today. I will act like I don’t even know you." I try to get her to change her mind but the second I see the knife on her grip, I know that there is no chance in hell that I will get her to listen to me. I watch her as she pierces the knife into my skin. I watch her as she drains the blood out into a tiny pot. My heart races in my chest, I am so scared because I am not ready to die. I haven’t done a lot in my life. I feel like I haven’t accomplished anything and I finally have the chance to be happy and she wants to take it all from me.

This is unfair.

Once she is done, she drops the pot on the table next to the bed and does the exact same thing she did to me, to herself. I watch her as she doesn’t even flinch. The blood drops into the pot and she takes it back to the table. At this point, everywhere becomes blurry but I hear her as she continues chanting words that I don’t understand. It doesn’t seem like this is the first time she is doing this and I doubt this will be the last time.

The louder she gets, the weaker I become. I wish I was as strong as Blue or Gyles. I wish I could fight her back. show her that I am not someone to mess with but I will always be weak. People will always be able to have their way with me. I will never really be in control of my life.

I hear her when she stops and I struggle to open my eyes. Her footsteps are soft as she walks back to me. She is holding a cup "I am sorry Rex. this won’t hurt, I promise,’’ she places the tiny cup in between my lips and forces the concoction down my throat "You won’t remember a thing. Just relax,’’ as the words escape her lips, everywhere becomes dark.