Chapter 71: Chapter 71

The fresh scent of a familiar perfume caught his attention despite the state he was in.

"Alex."

He heard a soft voice call out to him, and he turned back to look at the petite body of the woman who was standing before him. She was beautiful, and that was a fact that even the demon couldn't deny. The thoughts of her alluring scent and beauty were soon followed by darker thoughts.

Kill her!

Hit her!

Choke her!

Those were all the thoughts rambling in his head.

"Alex," her faint feathery voice filled the room. Her hands were shaky as she took her hands up to touch him.

His aura blazed as he looked at the small woman in front of him, holding her hands up to reach out to him.

A tiny part of him was hesitant to move towards her. She looked so pure and innocent, but his demon didn't think of her as that.

"She is going to touch you. Kill her, make her suffer, " a large part of him commanded.

The little woman in front of him seemed to be afraid of him but kept on approaching.

"Alex, it is me, Mia," she said, walking closer to him. This is not who you are, Alex. I want you to come back to me, be who you are," she said to him.

"I have told you she is going to destroy you. Just look at her, trying to make you someone that you are not. She is condemning who you are, destroy her before she gets to you," his demon seethed.

His hands shook violently as he looked at the woman in front of him, how beautiful she was, so pure and delicate, but her intentions were good enough to make him want to fight the demon controlling him.

Mia stood in front of Alex with tears in her eyes, her knees were getting wobbly from what Alex had turned Into, why, why did they have to do such a thing? Why awaken the demon and make her poor Alex suffer for it?

Was this what her father had been keeping from her, was this the demon they talked about? She stood in front of Alex, uncaring what he had turned to and unafraid of what he'd do to her

She saw his complete dark eyes with little or no ounce of emotions in them.

His hands were more like that of the devil's incarnate, which he was at that moment.

"Alex," she called out again , walking closer to him as she had seen a flash of emotion in the dark, bottomless pits he had for eyes.

Alex roared, making the whole house tremble.

"No, you can not be doing this, Alex. This is not who you are. Come back to me. It is me, your Mia. I am your wife Alex," she cried, moving closer to the man who was taking steps away from her.

She closed the distance between them, touching palming his cheek, but Alex did the unthinkable by launching at her. He shoved her to the floor and struck her cheek with his wide palm.

"Alex, what did you do that for?" Her voice shook.

"I told you to leave me alone but you did not listen," Alex snapped.

"Al-" her sentence was interrupted when Alex gripped her neck.

"What are you doing?" She choked with enlarged eyes.

The demon controlled Alex, causing him to tighten his grip around her neck.

Her eyes were getting red, and her breaths were becoming more stunted.

"A-Alex," she stammered, trying to get the man to look at her.

"Alex, stop, you do not want to do this!" She screamed in his arms, which made no difference.

Her eyelids were closing,  and she was losing consciousness when a bright light shone from her forehead into the Alex' eyes. His grip on her loosened for a second, but he was too shocked by the bright light that emitted from her to notice.

A loud thud of her falling to the floor was heard. She looked at Alex, who looked confused. His forehead furrowed, and his eyes snapped shut as his body began to experience changes. The fangs, the claws, the muscle budge, and the skin ripples in him were all disappearing one after the other.

His dark eyes that had lost life could be seen changing back to normal.

Alex held his hands out, looking at his skin and the claws that had changed back to the usual trimmed short nail of his.

He looked at the broken shards of glass that was on the floor, his Alex self began to creep in and he remembered everything that had happened, Mia's presence, her touches, her words and the tiny trace of sanity he had in him.

He remembered her walking closer to him, stretching her hands out to him.

His eyes grew in horror at the realisation of what had just happened.

Mia wasn't afraid of him. He'd killed Mia. His eyes fixated on the broken shards of glass, looking at the reflection of himself changing back. He averted his gaze from the mirror and scanned round the room for the figure of Mia.

His heart thumped loudly when he saw her body lying nimbly and almost unconscious.

He took fast strides towards her, but his heart sank and ceased to beat for a second when she closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall.

"Mia!" He exclaimed, running to hold her in his hands. "Mia, wake up. It is me, Alex. Mia, please," He knelt on the floor, holding onto her soft and fragile body.

She gave no response to his calls, which made Alex more agitated.

"Mia!" He panicked with a heaving chest.

He sighted a bruise round her neck, and he narrowed his eyes, inspecting it. His stomach tied itself into knots when he realised he had left marks around her neck from gripping it too tight. He had almost killed her, and her face was pale.

Mia's eyelids fluttered open, her body shaking violently as Alex  held her. She could see the fear in his eyes as he held her in his hands, calling out to her name.

"Mia," he started in shock, relieved to see her eyes open.

Tears trickled down her face when she saw the worry lines on his forehead and the flashes of fear in his eyes.

"I-I am fine, Alex," she stammered weakly.

"How do you feel? Do you feel any better," he asked worriedly. "Who told you to come in Mia? You saw me in that state, and you were meant to know not to get closer to me."