The Beast's Possession
67: Too bad I can’t have you.

**Aife

pov**

While I didn't think the attitude was fair, I still followed Zion's advice on doing some research. If he wouldn't give me the answers, I would figure everything out without his help. Except, I didn't instantly jump to researching what he mentioned.

Instead, I tried to replace some information about Bane. In general, it was pretty vague. Some articles about his net worth and supposed war with Killian.

There wasn't information about past relationships, occupation or other drama that the press loved to cover. If I wouldn't have found the little information I did, I would assume Bane was pretty non-existent in the eyes of the public. Scrolling through pages after pages and replaceing nothing, I almost gave up looking. Until I found something...

A photo of Bane and a woman at his side. Oddly enough, there wasn't a date attached to the article, but he looked a lot younger there, so it had to be years ago.

The woman looked familiar. The longer I stared at the photo, the more I felt like I had seen her. And maybe I had, portrayed in the paintings with missing faces, but that wasn't quite it. I felt like I knew her...

But from where? And how?

Just as those questions invaded my mind, Zion returned. He was holding a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of soda.

Unlike everyone else I had known, he didn't bother looking at the screen as I was closing the tabs. Maybe it was because he knew he could check the history or maybe he simply didn't care at all.

"Found everything you needed?" He asked as he set the bowl on the bed and reached for the TV remote.

"Almost. I still can't connect some dots even with the hint you gave me. Is it that Bane and his wolf keep clashing with each other and that's why he acts like an ass one moment and the sweetest person even the next?"

In a way, my assumption made sense. While plenty of shifters had amazing relationships with their inner beasts, just as many couldn't replace common grounds.

So, perhaps, Bane and his wolf really had an issue with each other.

Zion chuckled. "I don't know what you were looking at, but your ideas definitely aren't true. Try again, sweetheart."

I glared at him. "How do you expect me to figure something out if you offer the stupidest hint ever and the only logical explanation isn't even right, then?"

He shrugged, completely unbothered. "No idea, but it's also none of my problem. See, I have you a hint which already is too much. It's not my place to tell you secrets that aren't mine to begin with. Now, are you watching movies with me or sulking in the background?"

"Watching," I muttered and walked to his bed to sit down.

Maybe having some distraction will help me relax. Of all the people in this pack, me including, Zion was the only one I wanted to spend time with.

Although very annoying, he still acted like my friend, not an enemy.

He chose a cheesy romance movie and at one point, we both found ourselves laughing at the cliche storyline and throwing bits of popcorn at the screen.

When the first movie ended, the next one started and the cycle kept repeating until we realized how late it was getting. I hadn't eaten anything but popcorn for the entire day.

"I'll make you some sandwiches. And don't complain, I have a killer recipe for those," Zion laughed and once again, let me alone in his room.

I hated that I wasn't allowed to leave the bedroom while he could roam around freely. And even more, I hated that I didn't know why I couldn't go with him.

Sitting back and waiting had to be the biggest waste of time.

By the time another movie ended, Zion still hadn't returned. At least forty minutes had passed since he left, so I wondered if I could try to sneak out of the room to check on him or if I had to stay put.

My eyes didn't leave the silly-looking clock on the wall as the time clicked by. A minute, two, five, ten, and then, twenty. I had enough of waiting. An hour for a sandwich? Yeah, that was too much.

As quietly as I could, I tip-toed to the bedroom door. To my great displeasure, I could clearly hear the guards discussing a football game on the other side of the door.

Since they hadn't left, I couldn't just sneak out. I could try the window, but that would be plain stupid. Jumping out of the window meant getting hurt and replaceing myself in more trouble.

I was annoyed, angry, cranky and hungry. Since it didn't look like Zion could return anytime soon, who knew he could have been given some surprise task to do, I grabbed another of his shirts and went to the bathroom. *"Shower it is then. I can sleep on an empty stomach."*

Cold shower helped me relax and clear my thoughts a little. Surprisingly, I didn't feel as hungry anymore either, but that could be because I might have gotten to the feeling already.

Wouldn't be the first time I got used to constant hunger.

When I left the bathroom, I checked the clock again. Another thirty minutes and no sight of Zion in the bedroom.

Dropping the hope of seeing him before I sleep, I tossed an extra pillow on the couch, laid down and made myself comfortable.

A new movie started in the background, the TV screen illuminated the bedroom and made it look almost like a fairytale setting. One from those bad romance movies about lovers, watching something together. Except I was alone. And I had no lovers to sit at my side, watching that nonsense. I didn't even have a friend since he left to do God knew what. Laying on the couch, I realized just how alone and lonely I felt. If I had my wolf, at least there could be a voice coming from the back of my mind.

I had heard many say that voice was an annoying addition, but I wholeheartedly believed that they didn't appreciate it because they had it.

For the most part, everyone appreciated what they didn't have more. Especially something they took for granted until it was gone.

After a while I spent turning on the couch, I finally felt my eyelids grow heavy. A part of me wanted to fight off the sleep, but the other welcomed.

Closing my eyes, I tried to wipe my mind clear of thoughts and assumptions that didn't let me rest.

By the time I was finally dazing off, the bedroom door opened. I knew it had to be Zion, finally returning from whatever he was doing.

The only thing that confused me was the warm, gentle hand on my cheek and the voice that followed, I couldn't recognize it as it whispered, "so beautiful. Too bad I can't have you. I wouldn't forgive myself if I ever tried."