Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

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I was afraid to open my eyes and see nothing but darkness again. I was afraid that I’d hear nothing aside from the sound of my own desperate voice, begging to be let out. I clutched my chest, finding it hard to breathe.

“It’s okay. You can safe now. You are home, Vicious. No one is going to hurt you here.”

Upon hearing that voice, slowly, I opened my eyes and was instantly welcomed by the light from the chandelier. Creed was back. He was sitting on the bed although he made sure that there was enough distance between us as he focused on me.

My eyes watered. My mouth opened to say something but decided against it at the last minute. I wanted to tattle on him like a scared little girl, tell him how unfair everything was, but I held it in.

I’d been having mixed emotions since I met him. I wanted to hold him and tell him to leave me alone at the same time. I was happy and sad that he was here. How can I feel it at the same time?

When I touched my head, I felt a bandage around it. The pain there and in my hands was tolerable today, but it was still there, a reminder that not only humans can stab others in the back. Even shifters do that.

“You’ve been unconscious for two days. How are you feeling?” Creed asked so softly it ached.

“Betrayed.”

His gaze darkened.

“Why am I back here anyway? How was I freed? I’m a witch.”

“Then you can use your powers and cast a spell on me. Now is your chance to get your revenge, Vicious. Turn me into whatever you want. I will not complain as long as it’s only for a week. I can’t be away from work for too long.”

How was that simple statement able to ease the weight in my chest? How did he always know how to make me feel better in the strangest ways? Creed wasn’t apologizing. Of course, he wouldn’t. But the sincerity in his eyes felt close to an apology.

“You… don’t believe that I’m a witch?” I croaked.

“No.”

There was no hesitation in his answer.

“What if it was true?”

He shrugged. “Are you a witch then?”

“No.”

“Then that’s that.”

“You… believe me?”

“You are the only human I will believe in, Vicious.” He grinned. “After all, if you are truly a witch, I don’t think you could ever hide it. You are too damn proud that I bet you would even boast about it.”

Creed didn’t touch me, but he offered his hand, as if he could tell that what happened damaged me so deeply that I didn’t think I could simply touch another shifter again. He just laid his hand there, waiting, as he whispered, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, Vicious. I’m sorry you got hurt.”

15:46 Fri, Jan 9

Chapter 35

It was like the dam inside me broke along with that unexpected apology. No man had ever apologized to me before. Not my stepfather for putting our family in a crisis. Not my brother for giving me problems. Not the men I worked with for their offensive remarks. Not Landon’s business partners for the dirty way they looked at me. And certainly not my husband.

Just this alpha.

“You told me you would protect me, Black. You lied to me. You and your sister lied to me.”

1 sobbed.

“Can I hold you, Elianna?” he asked instead.

I wanted to say no. To tell him to get the hell out. But the way he asked for consent, something no one ever did before, the way he looked at me tenderly, did something to the walls I built around myself. Aside from that, I was too sensitive tonight. Physically. Emotionally. And mentally.

And so, I found myself saying, “Yes, please.”

Creed lifted me up and put me on his lap before wrapping his arms around me. I buried my face in his chest and cried harder while remembering the fear I felt when I ran away from his sister, when I was hit, when I opened my eyes and found myself in prison, when I was locked alone in a dark room while bleeding, when I screamed and no one came.

“I’m sorry,” Creed whispered again and again, while gently rubbing my back. “I don’t know if you will still believe my words, but Lizbeth won’t be able to get near you again unless you give her your consent. No one can approach you anymore without your permission, Elianna. I won’t let you travel alone without a guard. Not to keep you in check like what your ex did but to keep you safe.”

“I don’t want any of that, Black. I just want to go home. I want to see my mom.”

He didn’t respond. He just kept rubbing my back in a soothing manner while dropping a kiss on my hair every now and then. But that silence hurt.

“Why do you always say nothing when I talk about that? What are you planning this time, Black?”

“I’ll tell you when the month is over, Elianna. Not now.”

I pushed him away. He indulged me when I stood and went to the opposite side of the bed. “I want to be alone.”

“If you are hungry-“

“I’m not.”

“If you need anything-”

“Like I said, I just need to be alone.”

Creed breathed roughly. “Alright. I will be right next door in case you change your mind, Vicious.”

He returned to his room. I was about to lay back on the bed when I noticed a medium-sized box on the bedside table. I opened it and saw a silver dagger with my nickname engraved on it. Vicious. There was a note underneath.

‘Bring this anywhere with you, Vicious. If you feel threatened or uncomfortable, do not hesitate to use this. Even on me. -Creed

After that traumatizing day, I knew he only wanted to make me feel safe again. And I had to admit, it helped somehow. I put the dagger underneath my pillow and forced myself to sleep when my head started pounding again. It was hard. I’d been used to sleeping beside Creed every night.

But this was something I had to relearn again.

15:46 Fri, Jan 9

Chapter 35

Like all the men in my life, Creed was temporary. This mate bond thing between us wouldn’t work. Not when none of us wanted to give in. Not when there were too many complications around us. Not when I’d just gone from a toxic relationship and couldn’t afford to dive into this. Not when trust was something we couldn’t offer to each other. Especially not after the incident in the warehouse with his sister.

I feared that I would always feel unsafe in this realm after that. This was a whole new world for me and I didn’t think I wanted to be a part of it. I couldn’t keep living with the predators without constantly worrying about my life. In this realm, I’d have to live with anxiety for the rest of my days. And I was so done with that.

After an hour or so, I finally got to sleep.

Only to wake up from a nightmare, my first nightmare, since Creed and I started our wicked game.

It was only past one in the morning. Still sweating, panting, and disoriented, I instinctively rose from the bed and searched for Creed. His door was slightly open as if he was just waiting for me. He was still awake. The lampshade was on. He was just wearing pants and no shirt while reading a book which he automatically closed upon seeing me walk in.

Without asking anything, Creed lifted his sheets for me. “Come here, Vicious.”

He motioned his arm. I used it as my pillow quietly before burying my face on his shoulder. I whispered, “Thank you, Black.”

“It’s nothing. Let’s sleep. Good night, Vicious,” he whispered back as if I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep by myself, as if he’d been waiting for me.

“Black?”

“Yes?”

“By doing this, we’re… becoming weird, aren’t we?” I asked in a low voice, full of uncertainties.

His grip on my waist tightened for a moment. “On the contrary, I think we are becoming who we are born to be, Vicious.”

“And what’s that?”

“Mates.”

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