The Dark Elf mansion Part 2

My eyes open and my whole body is shaking, as if electric currents are running beneath my skin. I'm also very sweaty and alert. I hear my heart beating so hard that it feels like punches inside me.

As I sit up on my double bed, I take in my surroundings as a sort of exercise in keeping my anxiety and fury at bay, yet there's a growl in my throat and my claws are out, sharp and ready.

Look at things around you and see that this is not your captivity.

The room is still dark, with the heavy curtains blocking out all the sunlight, but I know it's daytime. My nightmares are too punctual. I look at the ripped sheets beside me and the mattress, which has once again suffered damage, and breathe in the scent of my own fear. It's disgusting. Someone like me should never feel this way. Fear is for weak males and females. Fear is for humans. My breathing is like that of an animal ready for slaughter, I am vulnerable, and even the straight strands of hair that touch my forehead are now irritating me. I feel trapped inside my own body.

I wanted to be on the island where I grew up, with the clear sea and waterfalls. The lush tropical forest that hides secrets. There I was happy. But there I was a cub being raised by my late mother, before being brought to this damn town and being shoved into this hell of a family called Dark Elf.

Then I hear the meowing once again, and like magic I am brought within myself, and I notice Lava rising into my lap. She's not afraid of me at all, so I retract my claws, leaving me with human-like nails, and stare at the ball of fur on my thighs.

— Good morning — my voice is almost like a growl, then the orange cat brindle stares at me with big, scared green eyes. - Give me a minute.

The torture was in my childhood, nowadays my fingers and joints have regenerated, the flesh has returned to the right place, but the scars remain, like black ink that stains my hands and goes up to almost half of my forearm. They usually only hurt when I wake up from these nightmares, however, sometimes I can have random attacks of pain, which I hide with a mask of disinterest.

I get up carefully, while my tail sways from side to side, I go to my bathroom and activate the sensor tap, so that water flows into my palms. The liquid calms the tremors, until my breathing is more even and my skin stops burning like it's on fire.

— Damn day… — I growl, looking at my messy reflection in the mirror, noticing that my eyes still glow a little yellow.

My guy's eyes change color when we feel great emotions. Mine turn neon yellow when I'm really angry, excited or scared. But this last option shouldn't even exist. A Persian has to be strong, we are at the top.

— This whole shit is pathetic.... — I say through my teeth, still wetting my hands.

my hands and visualizing the faces of the bastards that I have no proof of, but that I'm almost certain were responsible.

Just remembering them makes my eyes start to light up again and in a few seconds I'm lost in fury, until Lava meows again, wrapping her tail around my leg. She is a littleexpertin controlling myself, in reminding myself that I can't do things like a beast. Here in the United States I have to play the business game.

—Are you also a descendant of a demon? — I ask the cat, now

that our tail has a lot to do with it, and she responds with another meow, this time a longer one, which sounds like a big protest.

I take a deep breath and I'm going to put out his food, now that I can pick up the objects. The little thing purrs as I pour food, a sound that puppies of my species can make too.

— Is this good? I ask, as if he could answer me, and even so I get a little meow.

Lava was the best company I've been able to find in a long time, as Persians are naturally solitary and territorial beings, even more so those from the Dark Elf family, of which I am the eldest son. We don't know how to divide.

I open the curtains and let the light in, showing the large tears in my new mattress, which will need to be replaced once again. There are marks even on the headboard, scratches that would tear anyone who tried to get close to me in this somnambulistic state that I remain in at night, sunk in my traumas.

This house I bought years ago, when I decided I was going to stay here and get revenge, is huge. I have everything that money can buy whenever I want,

and yet this place is nowhere near as good as the place where I grew up. But it is enough to serve as a good facade of money and power among members of high society.

I'm stuck in my own thoughts, avoiding topics that lead me into a spiral of hatred, when suddenly the cell phone lying on one of the bedside tables beeps.

The message icon that appears is different, so I know this text isn't from someone to me, but rather from Orinn, my motherfucking uncle who I've been spying on.

“It's about time, let's hire the agent and get some Persian females to wake him up in heat. Dante must have a pure-blood heir as soon as possible, since the worthless one will never do so.”

Dark Elf is more of a brand than a real family, between us there is no union, just a race to get all the power, and that's why Orinn calls me worthless and tries to steal my position and give it away. to his son, Dante.

When a Persian male turns thirty, he goes into heat, which can also be woken up earlier if the male meets a female with whom he has a strong bond. After the torture I suffered in childhood, my body was never the same, and even at thirty-two years old I have never had a heat, which leaves my position threatened, as I may not continue the family line.

That's why Orinn is trying to wake up heat in her son Dante, who will turn thirty in a few months, so he steals everything that is rightfully mine.

• Cum! — the curse escapes my mouth along with a growl loud, which makes Lava run under the bed.

I feel a jolt of pain and I notice that my claws came out without me noticing and pierced my thigh, which will soon regenerate, as my body is very resistant.

I need to act now, put my plan into motion before Orinn's comes to fruition. Then I open my real messaging app, select the conversation with my assistant and quickly type.

“Find the right female for me today or you can forget your fucking job. I want a meeting with her before noon, and she has to be human."