Captive Of The Count

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I really think I should make an update schedule at this point but I am scared I wouldn't be able to keep up with it and end up disappointing you guys😢 I have a lot going on rn....

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Amara's pov

How long are you planning on ignoring him? Cora moaned weakly as I wiped the tear that slid down my cheek from incessant sobbing, I need to see my mate, our mate.

A mate that doesn't care about us? I groaned pushing away the little voice that whispered at me to trust him just this once, He is going to do worse if we give in.

It's been days! Why are you so stubborn and hell-bent on punishing us? She cried and my eyes went to the trash can in the room that was stuffed with the bouquet of roses and gifts that he sent up, Hear him out.

I had nothing to say to her.

How many more times am I going to hear him out? And will I get back with him while he still plots to hurt my family? Were we ever together officially? We just had a forced marriage and there is no way we could avoid each other from the very beginning. How am I even sure that he is ready to seek the truth? If only I could remember every detail of Helena's betrayal, I would have told him, and what if he doesn't believe me if I do remember and tell him? I can only remember meeting Ares when I was taken, the rest of my memories are like blurred lines.

                      The doorknob turned with a click and the door gave way, puppy Orian stopped playing with her ball and looked up at the intruder and so did I.

He had bags under his eyes that told tales of little to no sleep, and he was almost always in black but at the moment I could relate his black t-shirt and sweat pants expressed grief from being separated from me, as if.

His hands were tucked in his pockets as he stood at the entrance unsure of if to come further, his silver eyes held my gaze as I instinctively cowered into the covers and he let out a sigh.

Don't move away! You will chase him! Cora groaned but I ignored her and she stamped in head in response.

I scooted to the other edge of the bed as he decided to move towards the bed. I gripped the covers for dear life and finally ducked under them when he stood at the edge of the bed.

I could smell him, feel his presence and warmth.

My hunger for days and weakness were somewhat forgotten upon seeing him and I felt better. I didn't need to wonder why, he was my soulmate after all.

I felt the covers being peeled off my face from my hold, as he bent over the bed to peer at me. He brought his hand to my face and I turned not wanting him to touch me, "When will you release me from this torture?" He sounded pained as he spoke but it could be all an act.

"Have you come to make me beg for death like you once vowed?" He had the nerve to talk about torture after how he treated me. He acted like me ignoring him affected him dearly.

Orian sat on the bed, I scooted away feeling the mattress dip as he settled in putting one hand on the other side of me and his other hand coming to my face, "You don't look good." I turned to meet his worried gaze as he traced my cheeks with his fingers, "Let me take care of you." He cupped my cheek brushing a thumb over the tear that slid from my eye. I couldn't stop crying, "Amara, please."

"No."

"If you want me to go on my knees I would." He begged as he brought his face closer to mine brushing his nose against mine, "You can punish me, but not yourself."