Chapter 602: Unintentional affair

Azmira and Vaelor had been keeping their relationship secret from his brother, but they had decided yesterday to tell him, and Vaelor had assured her he would be the one to tell his brother, who had a temper even though he appeared calm.

From looking into his eyes, Azmira realized he must have been told, or he had found out about it, and she swallowed hard, wanting to explain.

"Vik, I am—"

"Not another word from you. You betrayed my love when I gave you my heart and soul, Azmira. And with my twin brother, how could you?" He gritted out, taking threatening steps towards her that made her back away.

Azmira felt her heart twist, as it had never been her intention to trick or betray his love. She had given herself legs to come on land for the man she loved, Vaelor, but she had met Vik first and mistaken him for the one she wanted. By the time she realized her mistake, it had been too late, and Vik had claimed her in public.

Furthermore, Vaelor had acted uninterested in her and had said she belonged to his brother, until they both couldn’t fight their attraction anymore. Now, however, she could understand how it would look to Vik, who had shown her love and told her how many children he wanted with her in their future.

"It’s not what you think, Vik. Let me explain it to you. Vaelor was the one I have loved from the beginning, and—"

"You lying wench! Do not speak another word to me after you have spouted lies with those same lips!" Vik thundered, veins popping against his forehead as he kept advancing. "You think everything will be okay after you sent my brother to tell me you don’t love me but him, after I made plans for us? What about all your promises to me?!"

"I never made any promises to you, Vik. You have to calm down and let me talk." She said calmly as she backed away until her back hit a tree behind her.

A bitter, angry smile pulled Vik’s lips taut as he said to her, "The only way I shall calm down is after I know that you will never get your way around here, wench. You have come to tear my brother and me apart, and I will make sure you don’t succeed. I shall mark you and bind you to me!"

"No, please don’t. Vik, you can’t force what is not there. You can’t mark me." She said to him, trying to talk some sense into him, but he didn’t listen. He advanced, reaching her in one stride and grabbing her by the arm roughly before he brought his mouth to her neck and bit down hard.

Azmira tried to push him away, but being on land, she didn’t have the powers of the Child Of The Sea, and her body was no different from a human’s. A werewolf’s strength was nothing she could fight. She felt his fangs sink into her neck as she cried for him to stop.

Just when Azmira thought he would mark her completely and she was feeling the heat of his venom, Vik was jerked and slammed away from her, the force almost knocking the very breath from her lungs.

Azmira was too terrorized to realize what had happened until she heard the sounds of fists and grunts and looked up to see the brothers fighting, with Vaelor hitting and slamming his brother into the trees and catching him again.

"You little bastard!" Vaelor gritted out. "I told you she didn’t mean to break your heart and you shouldn’t confront her, that you should put your anger on me, but you touch my woman! I will kill you for that, brother!"

Azmira, who knew how much the brothers loved and looked out for each other, paled at his words, at how hard he was beating Vik. Though Vik had tried to hurt her, she never wanted him to be hurt. She quickly recovered, stepped forward, and grabbed Vaelor’s arms as he prepared to punch his brother again.

"Please stop it. Stop fighting, don’t kill your brother!" She cried, holding tightly to his arm and trying to soothe his anger before he did something he would regret.

Vaelor seemed to return to his senses at that moment and stopped, stepping back from his brother and releasing him, his breathing sounding harsh in Azmira’s ears as she put her arms around his waist to hold him back, just in case he went forward again.

"This should be the first and last time you touch her, Vikkan. The next time you lay a hand on her, I will forget we are brothers, and I will cut off the hand you used on her." Came Vaelor’s warning, which sounded dark, his broad bare chest heaving against Azmira’s ear, scaring her.

Azmira had grown up and lived in a non-violent place where everything was almost sunshine and rainbows, where she could bring back the dead and was treated like a Goddess and almost worshiped.

She had never witnessed a fist fight or such a dark threat being given between siblings, and she began to tear up, biting hard on her lower lip as she watched Vik stumble back to his feet and look at both of them with hatred in his eyes.

Vik wiped the blood stain from the side of his mouth and then held out a finger as he looked at both of them.

"I see now, you two planned this from the beginning. She didn’t only seduce you against me, you let her do it. Your little whore." Vik laughed, but one could see he was hurt even as he made fun of them.

Vaelor began to take threatening steps forward, but Azmira tightened her hold on him.

"Please don’t fight..." She cried out, pleading.

"From today onward," Vik continued as he looked at them, "you have made an enemy out of your own brother, Vaelor. And everybody will hear of this, I promise you that. Azmira," he looked at her, smiling, "you will regret the day you turned me against my own blood."

Saying that, Vik walked past them, bumping his shoulder against his brother, and strode away, hurt and deeply in pain.

Azmira put a hand over her mouth and began to weep as she released Vaelor and fell to her knees.

"I-I di-didn’t mean to-to h-hurt him. It w-wasn’t my intention. Oh, Sea Goddess, wh-what have I done?"

She cried into her hand, knowing she had caused a mess when all her life had been nothing but peace and she had wanted to bring that peace to the life of her lover.