Choice Taken

Harlyn

Stefan’s words confused me until I felt his lips against my neck. I pulled, trying to break out of his hold.

“Stefan!” My scream echoes around us as I feel his teeth pierce through my skin and silence me. My hands clasp onto him, and I begin to feel like I’m flying, a small whimper escaping my lips as I cling to him as he claims me.

My head falls back in pleasure, and I feel his tongue sweep across the bite, sealing it perfectly. I don’t move; I feel weightless and whole for a short time. Every part of my body feels content and perfect.

“Harlyn Richmose, you belong to me now.” He whispers these words, and he kisses my neck.

No. He can’t have.

No! Not even Stefan is that evil to do it without my permission.

I don’t want to believe this. I don’t want to believe him.

“What did you do?” I ask, feeling like I need it confirmed.

He wouldn’t. Stefan wouldn’t be so cruel to do this.

Oh God, how do I explain this to Wayne?

“How dare you!” I scream, all the rage I felt towards him before