Three for Thorn

Nervous as shit I dispassionately make my way up the castles steps.

Two burly guards are standing regally at the threshold, swallowing a loud anxious gulp, I hesitantly make my way up to them with shaky hands.

"I'm here to see Lord Samuel, we had a interview set up for today." I anxiously tell them. Trying to display my best professional tone.

They both eye me and my attire with disconcerting looks.

I know I look rather strange right now, my hair is mounted high on top of my head in top bun, with fake glasses perched upon my nose and I'm uniquely dressed in a white buttoned up shirt with a black thin pencil neck skirt on. I'm the epiphany of a damn school teacher.

"Name." One of the guard asks me gruffly.

"Mabel Quartz." I lie brilliantly giving them my fake name.

"Do you have any weapons on you?" The other guard asks me while his damn eyes roam all over my body. Men!

"I have a pen." I breathlessly laugh swinging my pen in the air back and forth in my hand to show them.

One guard smiles at me while the other scowls. Tough crowd.

"You may enter." The scowling guard replies.

"Thank you." I quietly reply back as I walk gingerly up the the castles door.

The guards politely open the double doors for me, I nod my head in their direction before I enter into the castle.

This is it.

I take two steps forward, all the while trying to contain my anxieties.

In the entranceway I observe the castles intricate details. The beauty of the castle is unbelievably remarkable.

The beauty of it is truly defining and generally classical.

Walking further into the room with hesitant steps, I slowly make my way over to the oversized window, pushing back the sheer curtain I look out onto the scenery below me.

High above the city you can actually see the people below us bustling about happily doing their everyday routines.

"There you are my dear. I'm sorry I'm late." I hear a high pitched voice coming up from behind me.

As I turn to the voice I finally get a glimpse of the cruel bastard who has been haunting this Realm viscously.

Lord Samuel prattles into the room with an enormous smile plastered on his face.

I'm surprised to see just how incredibly attractive he actually is.

"Thank you for allowing me this interview with you Lord Samuel. I'll try not to take up too much of your time. I know you must be quite a very busy man." I plaster on a fake smile holding out my hand to him.

He looks at me surprise at first but eventually he takes my hand.

"Nonsense anything for the general public, after all, I would be nothing without my loyal subjects, now would I?" He grins at me sadistically, Oh, how I so wish that I could just plow my fist right into that obnoxious face of his.

"True. Where would you like to conduct the interview?" I cut to the chase wanting to get this bullshit over with as fast as I am possibly able to.

"We can sit right here at this table if you don't mind? Would you like a drink before we begin?" He ask me politely pointing at a little round glass table.

"No thank you." I reply, while going over to the table that he so graciously pointed to.

But to my surprise he makes no move to come to the table with me. He just stares over at me with a suspiciously snide smirk.

"Is there something wrong?" I ask him nervously.

"I know who you really are Thorn." What did he just call me? Fuck! The jig is up apparently.

"W-what do you mean? My name is Mabel." I lie again nervously searching the room frantically for anything that I may able to defend myself with. Unfortunately, I can't spy not one damn thing.

I anxiously fumble with the pen in my hand trying my best to disguise my the tension rising up in me.

"Oh, dear, you can't fool me. You see I've known who you were all along. I've just been biding my time just to see how this little game of yours would be played out." Double fuck!

He lets out a deep dark chuckle all the while eyeing me with devious superiority.

"You must have me confused with someone else Lord Samuel. I'm here to do a interview and my name is definitely not Thorn!" I try to persuade him with another lie.

Sitting up stiffly in the chair I glare back at him with a superiority look of my own. Trying to show more courage to him than I actually have at the moment.

"I don't think so. You are, and correct me if I'm wrong, the daughter of one Alpha Baker and half sister to your brother Fier? Plus, you are also the lost Princess to this Realm. Have I missed anything?" He questions me coyly. "I know everything." He adds.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

All of our well thought out plans just flew right out of the fucking window.

What am I going to do now?

"Oh don't worry I'm not allowed to kill you like I want to and believe me I truly want to but unfortunately I just can't." He sighs out dramatically. He's acting like this is some big fucking humorous game to him.

Asshole!

"How do you know all of this about me?" I inquire curiously as I drop my onto the table.

"Well, you see I am in my unique position here all thanks to your father. Years ago we planned this little faux pas him and I, along with Singa. We managed to overtake the Invivus Realm from your mother and her mate quite easily I may add. I was able to rule this kingdom in your fathers absence he didn't mind anything I did here as long as I never got in the way of any of his plans nor was I ever allowed to touch or harm you." He states briefly while pouring him a glass of liquor.

I listened to him intently with nervous apprehension flowing straight through me. Damn! Damn! Damn!

"Why? Why did you do all of this for my father?" I ask him suspiciously. What deep secret could my father possibly have over him?

"There in lies my own little secrets but I don't mind sharing them with you. Knowing that your father is on his way here to retrieve you, I might as well humor you and myself, to pass the time, of course." This guy is so crass. After he finishes pouring his damn drink he saunters over to the table sitting down right across from me.

"You see, my sister was your fathers true mate. For a while he did actually love her but that love grew distant after she had your brother Fier. She paid more attention to Fier than she did your father and you father was jealous over this so he had her killed." He says it so damn calmly that it's actually frightening.

"I don't understand. Shouldn't you hate him for killing your own sister?" It doesn't make sense.

"I hated my sister. The entire time we were growing up she got all of the attention. She was just a spoilt little brat who was completely undeserving of our parents love. So no I don't hate your father for killing her, I actually cheered him along while he did it." What am ass! The absolute gall of this man.

"After he did kill her, me and your father, well, we became lovers some might say. Him and I, along with Singa have this type of relationship with each other, you see. Anyway, we all came together and worked out this plan to take over this Realm. Your father killed the King here and I imprisoned his son." I gasp out rather loudly.

He is telling me all of this information while showing no outward emotions about it whatsoever.

I've never seen anyone so nonchalantly talking about murdering people.

"Why? You ruined so many lives and for what? The glory? Power? Fame? Why would you do it?" I ask him incredulously.

"Why? Because we could. That's it. I know you may be expecting more like some miraculous reveal announcing that we did this all just for revenge or something silly like that but we didn't. We did it just because we actually could!" He incredibly lets a deep diabolical laugh.

"Unbelievable. You are probably worse than my father. Do you actually know what he wants from me? Do you even care?" This shit is so damn startling my entire body is starting to shake in pure raw fury.

"Yes. I do. He wants you to be his Luna. He wants desperately to sleep with also although I can't seem to see why he actually does? Don't get me wrong, you are remarkably beautiful I just don't see the fascination he has in you. Oh well, to each his own I guess." He states as he studies me in my entirety with his eyes disgustingly roaming all over me.

I feel repulsive and dirty just from his vulgar eyes so blatantly roaming over me.

"Well let my father come then. I can't wait to destroy his ass." I exclaim bravely.

Samuel chuckles at my bravery. "Dear girl you are something else. It's sort of cute the way you think that you would actually be able to. He said you were challenging and I tend to believe him." The condescending ass!

"I'm a challenge alright. So now that you know who I really am why don't you be a gentleman and let my brother out of your dungeon?" His eyes suddenly widen. I bury my own laughter within watching him.

"What you didn't know that I knew he was still alive? I thought you knew everything?" Giving him cocky smile I place my hand on the table, palms down, lifting myself up from the chair while eyeing him with defiance.

"Let's not waste any more of my precious time. Won't you be a nice little fellow and go fetch my brother for me will you?" I'm tired of these stupid games. It's time to get this damn fucked up show on the road.

"You think you command me? Little girl I will crush you!" He snarls slamming his glass down hard on the table.

"I thought you couldn't harm me? Isn't that what you said? What would my father say if you laid one little finger on me?" Now I'm being the condescending ass and I love it.

"Look here...."

"No you look here! Go get me my damn brother before I kill you!" I cut him off demandingly.

"Kill me? I would love to see you try little girl!" I'm getting tired of him calling me a damn little girl.

"Then let me show you." I exclaim as I raise up my hand, with my palm up, calling forth on my powers as I produce a ball of whirling fire within it.

He backs away from me with pure terror now encompassing his face. It's a delightful sight to see.

"Stop!" Someone bellows out loudly from somewhere behind me suddenly.

Looking over my shoulder slowly, I see my father walking into the room with proud steps along with another woman trailing up behind him, I begin to shiver all over from his sudden appearance.

"Father?" I ask disbelievingly.

"Thorn my beautiful daughter. I've come to take you home. Now be a good girl and just come with me. This tedious search that you have had me on is far to tiring now. It's time for you to stop all of this childish nonsense and come home." Is he kidding?

"I will never come home with you. You sick fuck!" I scream at him while still holding the fireball within my hand.

"Thorn," he drawls my out name egotistically, "You can not win my love. You are outnumbered here. Why do you fight me so hard? Either you come with me or I will kill your brother, your choice!" What is he talking about?

"Where's Fier?" He scoffs at me pathetically.

"I have him locked up. Him and Tristan both. Didn't it ever cross your mind why you couldn't get ahold of him? I seen all of your text and calls on his phone and I must say you are very persistent. Now stop all of this and come home or I won't hesitate to kill him." I stand before him immobilized in shock.

He has Fier?

I distinguish the fireball immediately in my hand.

"That's my good girl. Now come over here and give your father a hug and a kiss like a good little girl." He states victoriously. Fucking Disgusting! "And I expect for it to include tongues." Ewe!

With a slump of my shoulders I diligently walk over to him, as soon I draw nearer to him he quickly grabs me by my upper arms, pulling me against him roughly.

I collide with his chest almost painfully, his grip around me is so damn unbearably tight.

I fake a heavy sigh, grinning mischievously against his chest.

Reaching slowly up to him, I maneuver my arm away from his hold, rearing my arm back suddenly I yank it forward with all of my might and plunge my hand deep into his chest. He gasps out with sudden surprise.

Crashing though his ribs I wrap my hand around his still beating heart and pull it out firmly from his chest.

He stands frozen just for a second gasping, his eyes open wide staring right at me before his entire body crashes to the ground unceremoniously. I stare down at him, peering at my fathers lifeless body on the floor with his wretched heart solidify in the palm of hand felling absolutely nothing.

I tear my gaze away from his lifeless form on the castle floor to look at my hand when I suddenly feel his warm blood starting to slowly cascade down my arm. My entire hand and forearm are covered entirely of my fathers blood and still all I can feel is absolutely..fucking...nothing.

I hear a female voice from what I assume is Singa, screaming out in horrific terror, jarring me away from my cold dead stance abruptly.

Then all hell breaks lose in the castle.

My mates coming running out of their hiding spots headed straight for me with panicked stricken faces.

Sera, Freya, and Hope all come running out behind them.

Screaming and scuffling are reverberating all throughout the room. I hear it all but can seem to bring myself to move.

Sin was the one who reaches me first, he jerks me against his body, wrapping his arms around me rather firmly.

"Damn Thorn you scared the living hell out of me." He breathes out with his chin planted on the top of my head.

A lot of questionable commotion is going on around us. I feel hands gently rubbing against my back in a lovingly matter but yet I am still unable to feel any type of emotions.

Then I hear Seras screams coming up

from somewhere behind me, I pull away from Sin instantly that's when I notice that Slay and Sunny were standing right behind me.

Peeking in between the two of them I find Sera is facing off with an amused Samuel. Her little finger is pointed right at him while she keeps screaming mercilessly at him.

When Samuel seems to have quite enough of her ramblings he goes to strike her but before he is able to do so Slay and Sunny have already reached him, holding him back by both of them restraining him by his arms.

Samuel struggles within their tight grasp on him. Yelling out obscenities at all of them.

Sin comes up from behind me enclosing me into his arms with his arms easily circling around my mid section I watch the scene before me unfold with apt attention.

Sera bravely and shocking pulls out a giant hunters knife she had somehow managed to hide on her unsuspectingly.

I start to walk over to them but Sin stops my progression by pulling me back against his chest, holding on to me tightly.

"Let her handle it baby." He whispers into my ear. I can feel his warm breath virally fanning out against my neck. I shiver again.

Sera keeps continually screaming maddeningly over at Samuel.

Then in a flash she takes the hunting knife that's in her hand and plunges it deeply straight into the right side of Samuels stomach.

Sera drags the knife along the entire width of Samuels stomach. Samuel is screaming out in horrendous terror.

His eyes are fully widen nearly bulging out of his head with his mouth shockingly agape he starts to sputter, he tries to speak by moving his mouth half way opened and shut but he can't seem to form the words.

Standing their immobilized by what I'm seeing my eyes automatically drop to Samuels opened stomach, Sera pulls the knife out of it very swiftly all the while laughing mechanically at him.

I watch as half of his internal organs drop out of him spilling out onto the castles floor with a resounding grotesque plop, guts and galore are slowly sliding out of abdomen as Slay and Sunny both are struggling to hold on to his lifeless body.

Bile rises up quickly in my throat, leaning over with Sins arms still wrapped around my own stomach, I projectile vomit all over the pristine castle floor unintentionally.

"It's okay. You're okay." I can hear Sin try to comfort me as I keep gagging, dry heaving mostly, trying to get all of the disgusting aftertaste it all out of my mouth. My breaths come out unsteadily as I spit on the floor a few times. Gross.

Rising back up, a bit unsteadily, I look back over at the scene before me but thankfully they have managed to already cover up Samuels lifeless body with a burgundy curtain they must of stripped off of a curtain rod.

Another scream shatters throughout the room as I turn my head looking over my shoulder I watch as Freya and Hope both have Singa frozen in some sort of magical force field.

Singa is anxiously crying out and begging for her release. Her hands keep pounding roughly on the force field that's surrounding her.

"So you're the fucking witch who put a damn spell on me?" Sin snarls over at Singa suddenly dropping his arms away from me, he slowly takes steps toward her as I follow aimlessly behind him.

"Sin my love please help me." Singa pleads with Sin as he draws closer to her. I scoff out loudly. The absolutely derivative gall of this woman.

"Your love? The only love I have is for this woman right here." Sin tells her with a sneer while pointing directly at me.

"Don't be silly love. You told me she meant nothing to you." Well that fucking hurt. I want to slash out at her but I know that Sin is the one that has to deal with this certain nuisance of a problem. She has deliberately put him through hell, so I decidedly just allow him to have at her and sit back and watch the show play out before me.

"She means everything to me you cow! Why did you fucking do this to me?" Sins voice almost croaks on the last comment. I feel an usual twist in my gut to hear him talk like he is so damn broken.

"He made me do it!" Singa bellows while pointing her finger at my fathers corpse on the floor behind me.

"No he didn't. You were both his and Samuels lover, don't try and deny it Samuel already informed me of it. You're also the one that helped him kill my mother, you piece of low down dirty shit!" I bark out her with my anger steadily rising.

I feel hands pressed against my back again lovingly, I automatically jerk as soon as I feel them though.

"It's okay beautiful, it's just me." Hearing that it's Slays voice behind me I relax instantly.

"Thorn?" I scowl when I hear my name being called. As I turn around I see Striker striding in from a doorway that's coming up from the other side of the room.

"I have someone here who wants to meet with you?" Striker informs me with a smile. He half turns peering back when a man comes walking up from the doorway looking a bit haggard.

My eyes grow immensely wider when I see him. This has to be my brother.

I float slowly over to them. At least it feels like I'm floating because I can't seem to feel a thing but amazement at this particular moment.

He almost crumples through the door before I was able to reach him. Striker was able to catch him thankfully before he fell completely over.

Nervously, I proceeded over to him. As I drew closer I can actually see the resemblance between the two of us.

"Austis?" I seemingly ask in a quavering voice.

"You...look just....like my mother." Austis stammers out, I give him a breathless laugh.

"She was my mother too." I tell him as I start fidgeting with my hands. When I suddenly notice my fathers blood that's starting to crust up on it. I try to hide my hand behind my back quickly.

Glancing back up at Austis, he has a notable grin plastered on his face which in turn makes me relax somewhat.

"We have a lot to talk about." I nervously tell him.

"Yes we do apparently." He smiles at me instantly reminding of me of my mothers smile.

"Thorn." I hear someone else calling out my name as I turn I notice Sera making her way over to me anxiously.

"Mate!" What the fuck? I turn back around swiftly only to see my new found brother staring over at Sera unabashedly.

You're kidding me!

Peering back over at Sera, the poor girl is already in a very flustered state after hearing my brothers claim on her.

Her eyes are widen and she's trying her best to look anywhere else in the room but at Austis. I would laugh if it wasn't such a strange occurrence.

"Uhm, Austis, I would like you to meet my friend Seraphina." I humbly say while waving my clean hand at a very shy and timid Sera.

They both just stare at each other both of them are acting like they just don't know what to do with each other.

Okay then.

"I'll let you two talk." I mummer as I walk over to Sera. I give her a little nudge on her back making her slightly stumble. She huffs but eventually ends up strolling rather slowly over to my love struck brother.

Glad I could help.

Leaving them two alone I intentionally drag Striker along with me, by his arm.

"But I wanted to watch!" Striker pouts and whines like a baby. I just roll my eyes at him.

I let his arm go once I make it back over to my mates, Freya, Hope, and a still imprisoned Singa.

"What are we going to do with her?" I ask them all glaring over at Singa.

"I can tell you what to do." I'm taken by surprise by the new voice suddenly echoing in the room when suddenly I'm wrapped up against a foreign chest with a damn knife lodged up against my jugular.

"Thorn!" I hear someone scream out in a panic as soon as I collided up against a hard chest. The cold blade of the knife against my throat makes my entire body seize up instantly.

"Grayson son please don't do this." Hope is pleading with her son with both of her hands held up in right in front of her.

Grayson?

"Why not? I told her how much I cared about her and she just threw it right back into my face by going back to these three assholes!" He yanks my entire body back to him forcibly. The knife slithers across my neck as he yanks back causing it cut me slightly. I grimace from the stinging pain.

"Please don't do this Grayson, they will kill you." Hope tries to plead with him again. He just gives her a robotic chuckle.

"I'm far more powerful than any of them mother! They do not scare me!" He yells at her. I suddenly feel the rumbled vibrations of his deep voice casting out through his chest.

"You better be scared because once I get my damn hands you, I.....will.....kill...you!" Slay threatens him with a torrential snarl.

Grayson laughs at Slay then begins to gingerly take a step away from everyone while dragging me along with him. My high heel shoes scrape against the floor, dislodging them both from my feet as he willingly drags me along with him.

"She's mine! Back the fuck away!" He's lost his mind!

"Don't! If you hurt her in any way there will be not one damn person in this fucking Realm that will be able to keep me from getting to you!" Sunny growls at him.

I squeeze my eyes tightly together when I see the look of anguish torment captured on all of my mates faces.

I'm terrified that this unstable Grayson will inevitably lash out at them all.

"Let her go Grayson. You and I can work this out with each other by fighting this out one on one or man to man." Sin sneers at him with valid hatred. "Just let her go please." He adds pleading with Grayson with true raw emotions.

"D-don't...I'm fi..." I try to tell them I'm fine but I can't get the words to form because Grayson suddenly applies more pressure on the knife at my neck. I feel trickles of my blood dripping down my neck slowly. My entire body begins to uncontrollably shake in staggering fear.

This may just be the last time I ever get to see them again. Tears suddenly start to well up in my eyes. When I open them back up everything around me is out of focus and fuzzy.

Then I can feel the first teardrops randomly start falling down my face.

"Don't threaten me boy! Now back the fuck up or I will kill her!" Grayson starts taking larger strides, walking backwards, still dragging me with along him.

"Please son. You're better than this. I'm begging you don't do this." I can barely hear Hopes pleas now with her son because my ears are now starting to faintly ring out. I begin to panic.

"I am better mother. Better than them! Thorn is mine and I will treat her far better than those asshat clowns." Grayson deeply laughs diabolically.

I'm going to die by a mad man hands!

I bring my focus back to my three loving mates before me. Pleading with them with my eyes to not do anything remotely foolish that will inevitably cause them any harm.

"I...love...you!" I manage to say with my voice lowly cracking between my declarations to them.

I will always love you!