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Her Human His Wolf
Trapped
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Atlas POV
As I walked out of the bathroom with Mia, she reached out and grasped my hand, her touch trembling slightly. I could feel her vulnerability, the guarded walls crumbling down in this intimate moment. Though she concealed her fear well, her touch revealed her true emotions. Pulling her closer, I held her in a tight embrace, savoring the warmth and softness of her against me.
"I always knew something terrible happened to me, something related to me being special. But I was relieved that I blacked out, erasing any memory of it. I suppose I believed that ignorance would shield me from the pain." Mia admitted to me.

"I understand. I promise to stand by your side, helping you uncover the truth and seeking justice for whatever transpired." I promised her.
"The only memory I have is losing control and shifting when Thora entered our territory. But when I regained consciousness, I was back in my human form at the pack hospital. They told me I was discovered unclothed in a hidden compartment in the shed, in my human form."
My grip tightened around her, my heart aching for her. Before I could say anything more, a gentle knock interrupted us. We gave permission to Bryn and Flint to enter the room, anticipation and anxiety swirling in the air.
Bryn instructed Mia to go to the bed. The aroma of the tea filled the room, its steam curling in the air as she handed it To Mia. Bryn explained I would witness Mia's memories through my own eyes as if I were there with her. Mia obediently drank the cup of tea, her eyelids growing heavy with each sip. Soon, she succumbed to a deep sleep, her breaths gentle and rhythmic.
"Now that she is sleeping," Bryn whispered. "I need you to hold her and close your eyes." I carefully cradled Mia's slumbering form, feeling the weight of her body against mine. I followed Bryn's instructions, shutting my eyes tightly. It felt as if I was being drawn into a vortex, my senses spinning and disorienting me.
As the world settled, I found myself standing in a vast field, bathed in golden sunlight. Mia stood before me, younger and more guarded than I had ever seen her. I began to describe the scene unfolding before me.

A young woman approached Mia, her presence unsettling. Mia's defensive stance was evident, her voice firm as she demanded the woman to leave. Undeterred, the woman murmured an incantation, her words barely audible. In an instant, Mia's form shifted, her human body transforming into that of her wolf. The sky above darkened, heavy clouds rolling in with a brewing storm. With a surge of energy, Mia bolted towards the dense forest, her paws pounding against the earth. The woman simply watched, an enigmatic figure against the backdrop of chaos.
I watched intently as Mia's legs propelled her forward, her body cutting through the wind. The storm above raged on, thunder booming and rain pelting the ground. The atmosphere was charged with tension, and I could sense her emotions swirling within me. She seemed lost and bewildered, desperately searching for control.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of something. Before I could fully comprehend it, Mia collapsed onto the ground, her body transforming into her human form.
Two figures emerged, one older and another around Mia's age. The younger man lifted her from the ground, carrying her through the dense forest until they reached a dilapidated shed. Upon entering, the same young woman from earlier reappeared. "I am entrusting her to you," the older man commanded. “Your task is to research ways of removing her powers and breaking the mate bond her wolf already senses, so she won't run." With that, he departed. They moved a rug and unveiled a concealed door within the shed, revealing a hidden staircase that led underground.

I couldn't suppress the low, menacing growl that escaped my throat as I spoke, relaying every detail I witnessed to Flint and Bryn, who diligently recorded them. My eyes remained fixed on Mia in the memory, who lay unconscious on a medical bed, her wrists and ankles securely restrained now, as if she were a dangerous prisoner. The young woman carefully examined her, taking in every aspect of her presence. "She is the strongest among all the special wolves I have encountered," she mused, "yet she remains oblivious to her true potential. It's ironic that the mighty wolf king fears her and wishes to see her waste away, when she could be instrumental in creating an even more dominant race of werewolves, ones who could reign supreme over all beings. He wants us to extract her power, but I know it's impossible. Yet, he was foolish enough to contact us, so we'll seize this opportunity to truly comprehend what will be ours in the future that I have foreseen." Her words hung in the air as she leaned against the man, who tenderly brushed his lips against her neck. "A future I cannot wait for," he murmured, stepping away and caressing Mia's body, provoking another low growl from me.
"So I simply need to claim this weak girl in order to take her power," the man asked, his voice echoing through the dimly lit room. His hand lingered on Mia's body, sending a surge of anger through me. Though this had happened in the past, the violation of his touch without permission was unbearable. A hand rested gently on my shoulder, grounding me as I kept my eyes closed, desperately holding onto the connection to Mia's memories.
"You must stay calm," Flint's voice whispered, barely audible amidst the tension. I fought to maintain my composure, but the anger simmered beneath the surface as I delved back into Mia's recollections. The memories surged, a torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.
"No, it is not that simple. She must be claimed and marked," the woman's voice pierced the air, her words laced with a sinister edge. "But I can sense her strong mate bond already. Her wolf can sense her mate hidden away from her and will reject any other bond. We must discover a way to take her power after she has been marked, for her power will be even stronger when marked by her destiny."
"For now, we do what we came here for. We run our tests and set our little white wolf free, for the time being," she declared, her voice cold and calculated. I watched as Mia's eyes fluttered open, her struggle against the bindings. Determination fueled her, but she was trapped.
The man locked eyes with Mia, a sadistic grin twisting his features. "I am going to enjoy making you mine when the time is right," he hissed, his words dripping with malice. "You seem like a feisty one, yet I'll take pleasure in watching you struggle while I claim a power from you that will change the world."
Mia growled, her defiance evident, but it was clear that Inara held control over her body. The man's grip tightened, forcefully slamming her head against the table, rendering her motionless once more. Rage surged within me, vowing to find these vile individuals and exact vengeance for what they had done to Mia in the past.
As I observed Mia's memories, they flickered rapidly, hours condensed into minutes in my mind. The woman conducted multiple tests, drawing blood and subjecting Mia to a thorough examination. The man stood guard, his presence a constant reminder of the imminent danger.
Candles were lit around Mia, casting an eerie glow, while the woman poured a strange, pungent oil onto her body. She chanted in a foreign language, the words resonating with an otherworldly power. When she finished, a wicked smile spread across her face.
"The future we dream of is now set in motion," she declared triumphantly. "My spell will complete in several days, and when it does, our little white wolf may believe she is free. But when the time comes, she will know she now belongs to us. It will all start when her pack goes down in flames."
With those haunting words, the woman vanished, leaving Mia alone and trapped, her fate hanging in the balance.
The memories flashed by again, like flickering images on an old film reel. I could see the woman checking on her one more time, her footsteps echoing softly in the hidden room. Then, the sound of the older man's heavy footsteps filled the air as he carried her out.
My stomach churned at the thought of her father subjecting her to such cruelty. Maybe he believed he was protecting her, but he had willingly allowed an enemy to have their way with her. That one act may have been the catalyst for the destruction of his entire pack. In my mind, he was no king, just a vile creature.
Finally, I opened my eyes and gently pulled Mia's sleeping form into my arms tighter. "Did you get what was needed?" I asked Bryn, breaking the silence.
"Yes," Bryn replied. "She cast an ancient dark spell on Mia, one that I am unfamiliar with. Luckily, your palace is equipped with numerous old books and knowledge of older spells, thanks to the close collaboration between the lycans and the immortal witches. I will begin researching right away, Atlas, and together we will figure out what they did to her and prevent anything else from happening. Mia will be asleep for another hour or so."
"I am going to stay with her," I declared firmly. There was no way I was letting her go, not now.
"I will help Bryn with the research. If you need me, just come and get me," Flint offered before his footsteps retreated, followed by Bryn's.
Brushing my hand gently against Mia's tear-stained face, I could feel the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. Even in her sleep, she seemed restless, haunted by the pain of her past. Bryn had said she wouldn't see her memories, but I wondered if she could still sense the lingering traces of her past torment.
"I'm going to make them pay, Mia," I whispered softly. "I won't rest until they are destroyed. I'm sorry you had to go through such suffering, and I'm sorry I couldn't find you sooner. If only my own past wasn't locked away, I could have saved you from so much more. But I promise you, Mia, I will make up for lost time."
As time passed in the room, the air grew heavy with Mia's intoxicating scent. It wafted through the space, filling my nostrils and enticing me further. I fought against my own desires as my hand grazed against her warm body while she peacefully slept. But I quickly reined in my urges, reminding myself that I would never be the type to exploit or take advantage of her vulnerability.
"Her heat is returning, accelerated by our marking. It's unusual for it to come on this quickly, but our mark is forcing it upon her," Brutus cautioned. "We must secure the bedroom. Her werewolf friend, who remains unmated, poses a threat to her safety."
I rose from the bed, feeling a mix of protectiveness and longing, and locked the door as instructed. "I won't allow anything to harm her," I mentally assured Brutus. My attention shifted to Mia, who was now stirring slowly, gradually waking from her sleep. It was crucial to handle this situation delicately, for she needed to consent to our mating.
Brutus demanded that we mate her immediately, claiming that it would bring about the change extending her life, aligning it with ours. However, I couldn't proceed unless she willingly desired it. With clenched fists, I grappled with the overwhelming allure of her scent. Why did this have to happen to her right after regaining her memories? Although my desire for her was undeniable, I feared that her heat would coerce her into a connection before she was ready again. Perhaps my human upbringing, sheltered from my primal ways, influenced my perspective. Understanding the cruel nature of heat, which essentially forced a female to mate or endure pain, left me conflicted.
"It's natural," Brutus insisted in my thoughts. "She is our mate, and she finds pleasure in the intimate bond we share." I observed as Mia sat up in bed, rubbing her drowsy eyes. Her voice trembled softly as she whispered, "Atlas, I'm burning up."
I stood a mere few feet away from her in the room, my heart racing as I fought against my own primal instincts. The soft, warm glow of the bedside lamp bathed the space in a gentle light. Mia's piercing gaze locked with mine, her eyes revealing a deep understanding of the internal battle I was waging. As she gracefully rose from the bed, her movements seemed to be in perfect sync with my thoughts.
With delicate steps, she approached me, her presence captivating. I could feel the electricity in the air, the tension building. Her slender fingers intertwined with mine, sending a jolt of warmth through my body. Her touch was comforting, grounding me in the midst of my turmoil.
"For the longest time, I actually feared what would happen when I went into heat, if it even occurred. I knew not all mate bonds were friendly, and because of that, heat for some was terrifying, as we would lose ourselves. I didn't even know what would happen with you the first time I went into heat, Atlas. I was scared I would hurt you. But instead, it was a beautiful moment, one I'll forever remember and cherish. I'm well aware that what I'm feeling now is my heat again, and I understand why you are distancing yourself right now. It's not because you don't want me, it's because you now fear you will hurt me. Your protectiveness, as well as your desire to always make sure I'm accepting, are two qualities that make you stand above many, Atlas. But you don't always have to hold yourself off from me, unless that's what you want. I'm yours, and when I say that, I mean I trust you. I don't mind letting our natural urges control us at times. If you don't want to mate right now, I understand. I won't be upset, as I understand we are both adjusting right now. But if you don't, do you think you can at least help me keep my heat at bay? It's manageable right now, but I doubt it will stay this way. There are other things we can do..." She started speaking as my control completely slipped, and I pinned her against a wall with my body.
"I know there are many things I can do to you, and trust me, I'll be doing every one of them, plus so much more," I growled in her ear.