Free Web NovelChapter 114: Chapter 113: Eve’s Accusiation
Eve swallowed her current mouthful and looked directly at Damian, her chin lifting defiantly despite the nerves making her hands shake slightly.
"I mean exactly what I just said," she stated clearly. "I will be sleeping in Silas’s room for the time being. At least I can stay with one of my mates who won’t punish me because I decided to feed."
"Eve....." Damon started, but she cut him off with a sharp gesture.
"No, Damon." Her voice was firm now, gaining strength as her anger built. She turned her full attention to Damian. "Who told me never to hide my hunger? Who told me to always take what I want.....anytime, anywhere....as long as I need it? Who punished me when I didn’t do that?"
Her voice rose with each question. "Who punished me when I decided I didn’t want to be a burden to you and kept my hunger to myself? You all did! You punished me for not waking you up to feed me. You punished me for not seeking you out when I needed energy. You made it very clear that hiding my needs was unacceptable."
She was almost shouting now, her eyes blazing with righteous fury. "And what did I get in return for taking the same thing you told me I needed no permission to take? For feeding when I wanted, how I wanted? You punished me! You fucked me until I passed out! You made me scream and cry and beg for mercy you didn’t give!"
The silence that followed was deafening.
Eve knew she was treading dangerous ground. These were her mates.....powerful alphas who didn’t appreciate being challenged, especially not in their own territory, in their own bedroom. But she was too angry to care about hierarchy or consequences right now.
Damian’s response, when it came, was delivered in a voice so low it was dangerous. The kind of voice that made pack members bare their throats in submission. The kind of voice that preceded violence.
"You caused it, Eve."
He stood from the bed, moving toward her with predatory grace. Not touching her, but close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body, could sense the barely leashed fury in every line of him.
"You restrained me," he continued, each word precise and cutting. "You trapped me in that chair like a fucking puppy. You used your power on me.....on your mate. An alpha. The leader of this pack. You rendered me immobile and helpless while you took what you wanted."
His eyes bored into hers, gray turned nearly black with remembered rage. "Didn’t you think of the consequences before trying to render an alpha king powerless? Trapped to a chair and unable to fuck my mate? Unable to move, unable to take control, unable to do anything except endure your teasing?"
Eve opened her mouth to respond, to defend herself, but Silas intervened before the situation could escalate further. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
He crossed to the bed quickly, took the half-finished tray of food from her lap, and set it aside. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, positioning himself between Eve and Damian’s aggressive stance.
"Eve," he said, his voice calm and reasonable...the voice of the mediator, the peacekeeper. "I know that we told you that you could feed anytime and anywhere. That you could take as much as you wanted, however you wanted it. But that didn’t include rendering us immobile.....using your power on us"
He took her hand gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on her palm. "Imagine if it was Cain that broke free yesterday. After being under your restraint for that long. After watching you tease and torment me while being unable to do anything about it."
At the thought of Cain....of those golden eyes filled with possessive fury, of the wolf’s barely controlled violence....Eve shivered involuntarily.
Silas saw it and nodded. "That’s what I’m talking about, Eve. You shouldn’t have restrained Damian the way you did last night. He is the eldest of us. The most dominant. The one whose wolf demands submission and control above all else. Having to be subjected to that kind of helplessness...." He shook his head. "Kane will definitely not allow that. Not from anyone. Not even from his mate."
Eve looked at him, and he could see the protest forming on her lips. Could see that she wanted to argue, to defend her actions, to point out the hypocrisy of being told to take what she needed and then being punished for doing exactly that.
But Silas shook his head slightly....a small gesture that only she could see. A warning. Because he knew his brothers, knew the pack dynamics, knew that she would not win this argument. Damian and Damon would never agree that restraining an alpha with supernatural power was acceptable, regardless of the circumstances.
Some battles weren’t worth fighting. Not when the outcome was predetermined and the cost was unnecessary conflict.
So he changed the subject, redirecting the conversation before it could devolve into a fight no one would win.
He placed the tray back on her legs, silently encouraging her to continue eating. Then he looked at her with serious eyes.
"Back to the urgent matter at hand," he said, his voice carrying enough weight to pull everyone’s attention. "What do you want to do about the man who showed up yesterday claiming to be your uncle?"
The question hung in the air, heavy with implication.
Eve froze with a piece of bread halfway to her mouth. "What man?" she asked, confusion clear on her face. "What uncle? What are you talking about?"
The three brothers exchanged glances....surprise and concern mixing in equal measure.
"You don’t remember?" Damian asked, his anger from moments ago forgotten in the face of this new development. "After you killed the assassin, A man showed up at the estate claiming to be your uncle. Raphael Seraphim. Your father’s brother."
