Chapter 10: No Fear; Just Love

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Destiny's P.O.V

I hear muffled voices when I wake the next morning. I look over at the clock.

10:30 AM Sunday.

I walk outside and slowly creep towards the room where the voices were coming from. I hear Zayn's voice but I hear other familiar voices. His parents. I gulp and stand beside the doorway. My curiosity caused me to eavesdrop.

"Are you sure she's the type to be a princess?" Zayn's father asks. 

"Father, don't question it. She's my mate." Zayn growls. 

"He's right, Yaser. You don't approve of anyone" His mother jumps in defending her son. 

"I don't care, Trisha. He needs to know what's right from wrong." Yaser growls. 

"We have been friends with her parents since birth" Trisha gains hisses back. 

"Remember what her uncle did to her? Don't you think she needs some time to cure?" Yaser tries to convince Zayn but my wolf senses anger from Zayn.

"ENOUGH." Zayn yells.  

"I'm getting sick and tired of you doubting my relationship with Destiny. She has been nothing but nice to you. What her uncle did wasn't something that she knew was coming. What you don't understand is that I love her." Zayn snaps. His father was silent for a moment. 

"... I suppose you're right... I see it in your eyes. But I still want to talk to her and make sure she's fit for the role of a princess" Yaser growls. 

My wolf begins to act sensitive but I hold her in.

"Why don't you ask her yourself. Destiny get in here." Zayn commands. Shit. 

I walk in slowly and Trisha covers her mouth in shock with eyes that spell "I'm so sorry". Yaser just looks down at the ground and crosses his arms. 

"Mom." Zayn motions to the door and Trisha squeezes my hand before leaving with Zayn who slammed the door behind him. Well this is random. What the hell was Zayn thinking?

I look around the room and notice that it's a random room with windows, couches, and a arcade on the other side. I look down nervously and take a seat on one of the couches. 

Yaser takes a seat across from me. His dark brown eyes and shaggy hair. Reminds me of Zayn.

"I only want him to be ... safe." Yaser practically whispers. I have known Yaser my whole entire life. 

But he never revealed Zayn to me because I wasn't suppose to know that he was my mate. It was a conflict discusses between my parents.  

"What? You don't think he's safe with me?" I ask almost hurt. 

"It's not that. It's complicated ... You've been through a lot and I have to admit that you seem fragile and vulnerable ... A princess takes hardwork..." He says looking out the window. 

"This is hard ... but I'm going to say something." Tears start welling up in my ears. 

I get up and pace myself. 

"When my uncle abused me ... there were bruises everywhere.." I mumble. 

"Destiny... you don't ha--" I cut him off.  

"No..." I clear my throat and continue. 

"I DID feel weak and vulnerable ... But I focused on what was ahead of me. I didn't care. I had you, Trisha, and my parents." I choke. 

"You don't know how much I tried telling you and my parents. But at the time, you all were busy fighting for our territory, and I was forced to think it was normal" I stand facing the window. I look over and notice he has tears in his eyes. 

"I sacrificed by refuge by going with it and taking in the pain so that our people could be safe." I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my sweater. 

"He called me stupid, a whore, and he even asked me to end my life because I wasn't worth it." I snapped.  

"He told me I was given to my parents by the devil ..." At this point my tears were gone and I was looking straight at his wet face with a fierce expression. 

"Look at me now. I'm not crying. I'm not angry. The day he was taken away by the police you know what I did? I forgave him. I looked into his eyes and said it. I was scared. I may have gone through tons of crap when I was young. But I'm stronger than I was when I went through all that. To you , I may not be a princess. But in my world, I'm treated by god damn royalty and I am thankful for it. I have Zayn and everything else I could ever ask for. I am a princess and I'll do anything and everything I can to prove that to you." I snap almost wishing I hadn't. 

At this point his tears were gone and he stares at me.

"You are a princess" He stands up and faces me. I wipe any tears on my cheeks. 

"From the start I saw pain and sadness in your eyes. But now I see a fierce and strong girl." He nods at me. 

"But why did you say that you want Zayn to be safe?" I ask still curious. 

"Ever since he was young, he was bullied. From first grade to 8th grade. We were living with humans at the time, so it was hard fitting in. We moved to this town when he started going to that high school. He is different now. Before he was really quiet, sensitive, and an independent young boy. Now he's really popular and a sarcastic ass if you ask me. " he chuckles and then sighs.

Wow. I never knew that. I could never stay mad at him.

"After the bullying, he didn't really trust anyone but his pack ... and you." He looks at me with softness in his eyes.  

I nod. "Thank you." I almost choke. 

"Well, I must go. Trisha is rushing me. We have to go back to our people. I'm sorry about you overheard. None of that will be in my head any longer." He says before transforming into a wolf and jumping out the open window. I look and see Trisha trailing behind him giving me a nod. I smile.

I walk out the room and see Zayn leaning against the wall near the door. Tears in his eyes. I look shocked and stand in front of him. I should have sensed he was here. 

"He ... He said those things to you?" Zayn finally looks up at me through watery eyes. I hesitate and then nod.  

"You know it's not true right?" He stands up straight and a tear escaped his eye. 

"Yes. I do. I'm better now." I look down at the floor. 

"Look at me." He commands and wipes his tears. Refraining himself from crying even more. 

I look up at him. 

"This ..." He grabs my arms and pulls up the sleeves holding them up to my face. I analyze my faded scars. "These ... don't mean anything anymore. Don't let these get to you. I'll be here for you. Don't ever believe anyone who says those evil things to you. You are worth so much more. I will do anything to protect you. " He speaks so fast that I cut him off. 

"Zayn" I snap. He stops and looks at me. Anger and sorrow in his eyes. I run my fingers through his hair and he forces a smile. 

"I'm okay. I have this pack and I have you. Control yourself." I whisper and hug him. I feel that his wolf is weak and doesn't have the energy to hug me back.  

I need to cheer him up. I smile but he frowns and looks at me.I grab his hand and take him to the living room. 

We pass the mirror and he lets go of my hand to look at himself. 

"AHHH!" He screams a manly scream. 

I immediately turn around and he's already ruffling through his hair and looking at his tired face.  

"AHHH!" This time it was a girly scream. I can't help but laugh. 

"What's wrong?" I ask. 

"You let me look like this? Why didn't you tell me I had bags under my eyes?"He stares at me with disbelief. Almost sounding and looking serious. I laugh even harder. 

"It isn't funny." His accent just gets me and I fall onto the floor. 

"You're so bloody funny." He says sarcastically and enters the kitchen beginning to make something. 

"I have something to make you smile." I stand up catching my breath. 

"What?" He asks turning on the stove. 

"You light me up inside like the fourth of July, whenever you're around, I always seem to smile and people ask me how, well you're the reason I'm ... Dancing in the mirror... singing IN THE SHOWER" 

I sing Shower by Becky G and dance around like a child. 

He stares at me in disbelief and then begins laughing. "You're ridiculous" He murmurs. 

"You know you want to sing." I turn on the song on my iHome and he shakes his head stubbornly. 

"...Dancing in the mirror, singing in the SHOWER" I sing out loud and look at him for the next part. 

"LA DA DEE, LA DA DA, LA DA DAAA" He goes falsetto on purpose and has me rolling off my chair. He refrains from laughing and takes out a batch of cookies from the stove.

Eric and Ethan run into the room already smelling cookies. They both run to the cookies and grab some already stuffing their mouths. 

"Fat asses." I joke. 

"Thanks mother." Eric looks at Zayn. 

"I ain't no woman." Zayn raises a finger in the air. 

"Look like one." Ethan jokes. 

"OH REALLY? Cause I can pull out--" He cuts himself off by almost pulling off his pants. 

Eric and Ethan yell at him to stop. 

"Ok then. You savages." Zayn chuckles and adjusts his pants.  

"and Destiny, cool it on the falsetto part. Jesus." Eric nudges me in the arm. I couldn't help but laugh. 

"What?" He looks confused. 

"It was me singing that part." Zayn growls stuffing a cookie in his mouth. 

"DANG GIRL. I mean boy." Ethan laughs. Zayn gives him the poker face but ends up laughing. 

"At least I can sing better than you." Zayn murmurs. 

"KARAOKE?" Eric challenges. 

"KARAOKE" They all dash to the living room trying to turn on the XBOX. 

"WAIT." Zayn says before they begin "I FORGOT MY LOVE" He says running back. Yay. He didn't forget about me.  

He grabs the tray of cookies and runs back to the living room. Oh no he didn't. He laughs before coming back and throwing me over his shoulder. 

"I'm just kidding" He laughs by the expression on my face.

Oh the jerk that I love.

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