Fang scorned me for the way I had taken the water away from him.

Some water fell on the bedsheet but that wasn't a bother. I could just go in some room upstairs and sleep there.

I gulped the water as if it was the last glass of water on this planet. When Fang reached out to take the glass from me, I turned and got out of the bed from the other side before placing my empty glass on the side table. There was no room for anything to ever advance between me and Fang. My feet made their way to the bathroom, and I walked to the washbasin, splashing water on my face before coming up to check myself in the mirror where a few drops of water dripped from the surface.

My hand went to touch my neck, remembering the image of me lying in a coffin with a bleeding neck.

I stretched the fabric around the collar of my top, checking the mark that Fang had given to me and it was taking a black hue. It was still fresh and if done faster, it would reduce any risks while removing the mark. I stormed out of the bathroom to come to stand in front of Fang, "Please consent to revoke the mark, Fang."

"I don't want to," came his quick reply.

If only he agreed it would come with fewer or no casualties. But I knew he wouldn't, and it was frustrating. I cannot have anyone else in my life. I did not want to harm people just because they chose to be by my side. "Why don't you understand Fang, why do you have to make things difficult?"

Fang took a step closer, but I raised my hand to make him stop where he did not move any further. "It was just a stupid dream, Selene," Fang said, frustrated by my actions.

"No Fang," I retaliated. "You know it can come true and I don't want you losing your wolf because I was your soulmate."

Fang held my wrist that was raised as a stop sign to him and his grip was so strong I felt if any more pressure was applied, my bones would crack under my skin. "Haven't I already told you, Selene, werewolf or not I am making you mine? No one is allowed to come in between what is mine, not even you."

My eyes searched his, and there was an ounce of insincerity in them. Fang meant every word he said, and it only made me desperately want to make him run away from me.

I looked away from him when his hand held my lower face, pinching my cheeks between his index and thumb. "Look at me, Selene," Fang demanded, and I glared at him. A smirk rose on his lips watching me glare at him, "That is the Selene I look forward to. You are an Alpha and the day you realise that you were never born to succumb to anyone petty, then will your life change and you will see why I think you are perfect for me."

I tried to get out of his hold when he pulled my face back to him with more force this time and continued, "I am waiting patiently for you to realise that not something as stupid as you falling for me, I can make you fall for me any day I want. I am waiting for the real Selene to come out."

"That is never happening." I gritted my teeth as I spoke with a sneer, "this Selene is going to the vampires and the hell after marriage. It would be good if you back away soon."

Fang growled from the back of his throat as his hand left my face and went behind the back of my head. He pulled me forwards, letting our foreheads meet, "You are mine. I will bring your soul back from the devil if I have to but once I have claimed you mine, it was over. I promise you, Selene, I will make you mine. I am not sending you to the vampires."

Why was he this persistent? It was frustrating. I never felt like wanting to have someone fight for me because most of them who did had faced a horrible fate.

"You were the one who set that marriage up," I said in a low voice. I just wanted Fang to get angry and give up on me.

Fang closed his eyes, drinking back the anger that was simmering in his eyes, and he took himself away from me. "If you forcefully want to remove the mark do it, don't care about me losing my wolf," Fang said while looking away. What was he even saying? Was he stupid? How could I do that to anyone? I would not even give that fate to my worst enemy. I was about to say something when Fang turned to me, raising his finger at me. He spoke with an underlying threat, "But in the end, you WILL become mine."

There was nothing left to retaliate here. I never thought Fang's obsession was to these limits, or maybe it was because he could read my mind and know that I would never risk his wolf.

An Alpha, he said, I was just born with Alpha blood, but I had always been weak and if I truly had been strong, maybe I would not have faced my days in the castle dungeons. I can't even trace back to where my submissive nature came from when taking the punishment of being locked up for being the first daughter of the king.

The doorbell rang, breaking the train of my thoughts, and I looked at Fang, who ran his fingers through his hair.

Without any exchange of words, his anger disappeared, and his appearance turned into a passive expression as he made his way out of my bedroom to the main door. It was obviously Channing, as it was near twelve in the night. It was Channing's birthday, and I did not want to ruin the moment between him and Fang just because of my dream. I closed my eyes, gaining my composure back, and walked outside where Fang had now turned lights in the lobby on.

Channing had a large black cloth wrapped around him, and it immediately reminded me of the dream.

"Good to see you did not keep me waiting long this year," Fang commented before wishing Channing and pulling him in a manly hug, "Happy Birthday."

Channing laughed when Fang let him go and justified, "The tree is quite far away. This was closer so I could reach on time." Channing turned to me and it made me stiffen. Not because of the conversation that we had shared this afternoon about his ex, but because of my dream.

I gingerly walked to him and gave him a brief hug, "Happy birthda-"

I felt the back of my top pulled, and I fell away from Channing and crashed into Fang. "What did I say about hugging others?"

I slapped Fang's hand away from my dress. "He is my friend too," I glared at Fang and he returned the energy. He was about to say something when Channing interrupted us,

"That's okay, Selene, let's get to cake cutting. My teeth are aching for something sweet." Channing walked ahead towards the kitchen and when he went by, I passed a furious look at Fang before following Channing into the kitchen. Fang really had to do something about his jealousy