The Beast's Possession

**Zion pov**

It was my luck and my luck only. To finally find my mate and by a twisted fuckery of fate she wasn't just a witch, she also was someone who attacked Aife and despised werewolves. To be fair, I expected my mate to be a dude, but since I was

getting a pretty little thing like this, I didn't dare to complain.

However, there was an issue... I knew the hatred she harbored for those like me was more than a simple dislike. I saw it in her eyes. And to be more precise - I saw it in her weird ass cat eyes. What the actual fuck?

As if this wasn't enough of a mindfuck, I couldn't understand how the hell this had happened. I wasn't supposed to have a mate... Especially not one of a different kind. Or was I supposed to say species? What on Earth was going on here? "You're my sleep paralysis demon, are you? Makes sense because what the fuck... It doesn't make sense because you don't look like you've spent your best days in hell, giving the devil lap dances and you're not wearing lingerie. This has to be a nightmare. Shit." I hissed each word as I gritted my teeth and focused my gaze on the dirty ground.

There was no way I was looking back at her. Like ever. Nope, not happening.

And guess what I did? I looked at her. Fuck, I was weak. But she was so stupidly pretty, I couldn't ignore her presence even if she looked at me like I was dirt under her feet.

But how I didn't notice this earlier? In the room and when I entered the cells? I could try to explain it all by saying I was too high on fear when I got to Aife and this place reeked of piss too strongly for me to notice her scent, but that sounded kind of stupid even to me.

Wait.. What if she was trying to fool me? What if this was a part of her scheme to break out of the cells and leave the territory before Bane got his claws on her? She was a witch, after all. A kitty cat witch. Fuck, was it Halloween already? How did I manage to bag the sexiest of all costume combos out there?

"I'm not a demon, you fool," the feisty beauty hissed at me. I guess it was right what people often said about cat shifters and their tempers - they were explosive and very proud of themselves.

Grinning like an actual idiot, I tilted my head and spoke. "You're really pretty. You know that, right? Usually, it would make sense to have a bird in a cage, but look at me, getting the big bad cat in the cage."

I wasn't surprised by her attitude as she rolled her eyes at me. "All dogs are disgusting, but now, I learn they're stupid as well. How you survived this long is beyond me."

"Well, I can hunt. Also, I don't need to hunt since someone always has food in the fridge. But then again, for me to get that food I need to enter the house, find the kitchen and open the fridge. Honestly, that in itself could be considered as a form of hunt, right? Yeah, look at me, a modern hunter. Bet you're impressed by me now."

The attitude left her body so fast, it was almost funny. Almost, because the snarky stuff was replaced by pure disbelief. Her jaw nearly hit the floor as she stared at me, wide-eyed.

Now, I had to figure out if she was very impressed by me or was she very freaking done with my antics. It wasn't like I wanted to push her away or come across as an unworthy man, but I also didn't want to tone myself down just to gain someone's liking.

Aife once told me that a person who truly loves you would do anything for you and wouldn't mind the behavior for as long as it wasn't abusive. I didn't really know how true her words were, but since Aide was our Luna now, fuck yes I would believe every word that left her lips.

"You must be a unicorn, are you? There is no way you're this delusional by nature. Did your mother drop you when you were a kid? No, don't answer that," she raised her hand and sucked in a deep breath. "I think it wasn't an accident. When she dropped you, she kicked you, your tiny body hit the ceiling fan and you flew out of the window. That's the only type of damage that could explain your crazy. Yes, I found the answer."

"Wow," I gasped in surprise. "You're pretty and funny. How did I hit the jackpot without even trying to find you? The Moon Goddess has blessed me with a smartypants."

My words, once again, caught her off guard. She probably thought I would lose my cool if she decided to insult me, but little did she know I was into this kinky shit. Degrade me baby, degrade me.

"I think you need help. Professional help." She hissed.

While that statement could have been very freaking true, I held back from responding to her words. Instead, I stared at her just in case I needed to remember every detail about this woman. One day she will probably figure out a way to run from me and if worse came to happen, at least I would have a memory about her. That was something even she couldn't take from me.

"When can I get out of here?" She asked, voice a little calmer, softer even.

This woman might have thought I was a complete lunatic. Which, in a sense, I was. But I wasn't stupid. Being nice to me didn't buy any benefits for anyone. Many have tried to manipulate me before, I had enough experience with prisoners to know their tactics, so this wouldn't work even if she offered boning me.

With a slight smile across my lips, I pushed her buttons a little bit more. "You can come to my house if you want to get out of here. The place is a dump, so be warned."

A look of disgust crossed her features as she took a step back. "No way I'm going to your house. You're probably a pervert. Also, what the hell do you mean by saying the place is a dump? Can't you clean or something?"

"Nope. I am man enough to admit that I would fucking love to sleep with my mate, but not against her will. Consent is key. I'm crazy, but not rap-ey crazy, darling. Also, I can clean. I have a house but I don't live there and I also don't see a point in pushing more work on others while I don't have time to do something, so the whole place is covered in dust. Other than that, it's in pretty neat condition. Just because I'm a little hectic doesn't mean I'm a pig."

Watching her was fun. In fact, it was amazing. She seemed to be someone who wore their heart on their sleeve so everything she felt was far too easy to read. She would suck balls at poker since she couldn't bluff for shit, but I wanted a cute mate, not someone who could rob me at the casino.

While I was stuck in my thoughts, she returned to her previous position - sitting on the ground with knees pulled to her chest.

"I think I need some alone time. Can you let me be? I need to figure out how the bloody rejection works for flea mutts and then I can see your ugly muzzle again."