The buzzing of my phone is the thing that wakes me up. There is a terrible haze all over my mind and I am not sure I have any idea where I am. Am I even on Earth anymore? My whole body feels heavy and stiff and overworked. Especially a few gentle areas, like my thighs, my breasts, my lower back- What the hell happened?
“She’s asleep-” A low groggy voice suddenly pushes away all the haze and fog that has taken hold of my brain, making my eyes snap open.
As I do, I am faced with a sight that makes me suck in a sharp breath. Was I dreaming? Shit- he is looking at me.
Golden eyes cut from the phone, to me, and I feel a surge of panic. It’s the same man from last night-
He is leaning against the headboard of the bed, his chest completely bare, his lower body covered by the white blanket that we share. I swallow harshly and turn on my back, pulling my gaze away from him, covering my face with my hands, before I hear a very familiar voice yell into the phone.
Thalia-
I jolt up and grab the phone from him, scurrying to the edge of the bed.
“Thalia! Thalia!” I hurried to speak, my voice a bit shaky, my back turned to the man that now chuckles, still half asleep himself.
“Where the hell are you?! Who was that?! Are you alright?!!” her voice rings like a siren in my ear and I wince lightly.
“I’m fine! I’m fine! I swear! I just-” I pause, not knowing how to even put whatever happened in words.
There is a short break on the other end and I hear Thalia exhale deeply, in relief.
“You fucking twat! I’ll see you for lunch! Don’t you dare not show up!”
She yells before she hangs up all of a sudden, leaving me with my words stuck in my throat. I slowly set the phone in my lap, my bare back turned to the handsome stranger I share a bed with, holding the white blanket over my naked body, clinging to it with a bit of panic. What am I doing here?! Is this a hotel room? The strange effects of the drugs seemed to have completely dimmed. I was left tired and I am sure the pain is not from the drugs… What time was it?
Before I can get out of bed and get out of here, I feel the weight on the mattress shift and I feel a large hand rests on my waist, tugging me backwards.
“It’s still barely past midnight-” he groans out as if he was able to read my thoughts, tugging me backwards.
I feel like clay into his hand and I wonder what the hell is happening. Sure, having someone so handsome touch you, having their scent all over you too, does certain things to your will. And it’s frustrating to some extent, because right now, I want to lay back in bed and snuggle closer.
I turn my head and watch him with the corner of my eyes. I have never seen someone as dashing as him. His cheeks are high and his jaw is so harp I feel like you could cut yourself if you dared to touch it. His hair reaches his chin, the sides of his head shaved and trimmed into a perfect fade. The hair is a lovely white color, that’s somehow warm looking, like milk, not like snow, and I wonder if it was bleached to be like this.
But as I dare to look more, i see that his eyebrows and lashes are both a soft shade of gray and I wonder-
My eyes slide down his side, to his hips that are covered with the white blankets and when I realize what I’m looking for I suddenly feel like an idiot. Especially when I realize his eyes open and he is watching me study his body.
A smile curls on his lips and his fingers sink into my flesh, forcing me to lay back in bed, an arm moving over my stomach.
“Sleep.” he demands and his eyes close again.
The leather and peaches perfume is intoxicating me and I am sure it will stick to me for days. But this is his perfume, not his scent and I wonder what he smells like. What his skin and his scent actually smell like~
I find myself unable to speak or move, once again when he pulls me closer, his nose dipping into the crook of my neck, where he drinks in my scent.
“You were drugged.” he states bluntly and I feel like I should push him off of me. “Why did you come to such a dangerous place, alone?” He seems to be scolding me.
“I was not alone-” I found the courage to speak and swallow past the lump in my throat.
He huffs, amused.
“As much of a strong independent woman your friend is, she’s still but a woman. “ the man murmurs, his nose brushing over my neck, up to my jaw, making my skin prickle. “You are young, easy to prey on ~” he growls out, his nose stopping under my jaw. “You wear expensive clothes, but there is no bodyguard to protect you -” he pauses for a brief second, displeased. “- why is that?” he ends, and slowly pulls his face away from me.
The room suddenly fills with tension and I want to cower and slip out of his grasp that has only gotten stronger when he feels that I am about to jump out of the bed.
“You’re clearly not an average Jane. I’m sure that whatever your name is, it holds power. Did you come here to prey upon men? Play the damsel in distress? Get yourself a nice rich husband as soon as you get pregnant?!” he growls out and I am not sure if he blames this all on me.
This rattles something within me. Because he has the audacity to blame this on me, when I don’t remember half of whatever happened. He could have easily gotten me drunk and then we would have ended up in the same situation! It seems to me he wanted this as much as I did last night-
“Who are you?” he asks- no. He demands to know, moving up slowly, his eyes pinning me down, his eyes narrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. “There are little cases of someone trapping me this easily -” he growls, his fingers sinking painfully into my side.
“What are you talking about?!” I squeal out, shoving my hands into his face and pushing him away from me as I get up sharply, completely forgetting about the fact that I was naked. “Have you ever heard of women being drugged?! Have you ever heard of you own free will?! Why are you blaming this on me now?!” I bark at him, hoping he was dumb enough to drop it.
But he only chuckles and his hand takes hold of my chin slowly, bringing me closer to him again.
“I know for sure, you had a mission tonight-” he growls out, his face nearing mine again. “Losing your v-card-” he used Thalia’s words and something within me screamed to get away from him. “How do I know you’re not going to come back searching for me a few months later claiming that the child within you is mine?”
I feel my cheeks tint and my heart picks up its pace. What in the world is he talking about?! Getting myself knocked up by a random stranger, while drugged- Does he hear himself?! I want to slap him, but I find myself unable to move, as he smirks down at me, showing off his strangely pointed canines.
“Who are you, sweetheart? Who do you belong to?”
I could not just blurt out my name, or my father’s! I could not disclose to some stranger - as handsome as he was - who I was! The Malvak family is a renowned one and a special one, that was. The females born into this family usually suffered from an extremely rare genetic mutation, that’s what they call it, but I think it’s just a curse that is bound to our blood. We had no scent, we had no wolf. No matter if the father was an alpha, if his Luna bore a daughter, she’d be born wolfless.. For a werewolf, that might have been the worst fate ever, but in our world, it meant you could easily slide around and move like a fish in water, because you were harder to be caught. Harder to desire, harder to mate. I suck in a breath and something within urges me to play his game. A smile curls on my lips and I feel a bit of mischief tickling my senses. Despite the usual shyness and overall coy nature that is etched within me, one of my hands reaches upwards and my fingers touch his cheek, hesita
“WHAT do you mean you gave him your number?!” Thalia’s voice echoes through the cafe and I feel myself growing ashamed when a few heads turn around to look at us with slight annoyance. “Hush!” I hurry to make the brunette shut her mouth before she makes a fool out of both of us.She rolls her eyes and leans back into her seat, covering her face with both her hands. “From what you know, he could be a fuckign serial killer! Didn’t your parents warn you about men like those?! Did I fail to mention men are pigs and they will-”“Oh, Stop it!” I started to feel a bit uncomfortable with her fussing like this and I started doubting my decision to exchange numbers. “He also has no idea who I am-” I huff and bite my lower lip, looking out the window, watching the first drops of rain start to fall.Thalia turns silent and I feel like she is weighing this all in her mind once again. Truth was, it sounded a bit crazy. In a world like this, with a name like mine, you could never be too cautious.
She’s smaller than I expected. She looks much frailer. For a ballet dancer, she fits all the standards. Despite her straight posture and her elegant, almost feline way of walking, I can see the way her body lingers for more. More rest. More food and definitely more of ~ me. I’m not sure if I will ever forget the way anger took root in my chest when I saw that scum approach her. Not just that. The way he tried to make his move in such a forceful way. Did he not know a doe like her would scare easily? Did he not see the fear that hid behind those stormy blue eyes of hers? Did he not feel the distrust in her voice when she tried to gently turn him down?The fact that he knew and he still pushed it, the fact that he was ready to dump drugs into her drink and have her in the bathroom, made me blind with rage. It made my stomach turn and my inner demons recoil in disgust and spite. No one was allowed to lay their hands on her-Needless to say, I did not expect the next thing to happen. And
The last thing I want is to be late right now! But it seems that the world is against me in every possible way. The traffic is insane and each route I take seems more crowded than the other! But eventually I park the car right in front of the studio and jump out of my car like a panicked five year old who is late for a birthday party. I walk around the car, checking my phone and bump right into a damn pole. “I’m sorry -” I mutter out of habit as I walk around the pole and before I can make another step, it hits me. Leather and peaches. The perfume is so powerful I almost gag. I lift my head and find myself facing a terribly familiar face. My own reddens in an instant and the air leaves my lungs immediately. The man seems as puzzled by our encounter as I am, his brows raised in an obviously confused way as he processes what is happening too. Why does he seem so fuckign dumb?! It feels like there is no thought behind those golden eyes of his. It feels like there is nothing between
Days passed and I am not sure if I ever spent more time in my life in this dance studio than before this god forsaken show!I walk by the mirror in a hurry, and I catch a glimpse of myself. I looked overworked. I definitely felt overworked. How late was it? The sun had set a while ago and I was sure everything was dark. At least there wouldn't be much traffic and I would make it home soon enough. I sigh and look at myself once more, smoothing my hands over my waist, over my belly, a sinister thought coming to haunt me right now. I was to be married in three weeks. I was to be a wife. A good wife… a good wife births children. But a mother, no matter how good of a mother she was, was not going to be a ballerina. And that terrified me. Ballet has been my life for as long as I could remember. And when I accepted the marriage proposal, I did not take into consideration the collateral damage this would bring. And even now, it seemed unreal. It was not something I could see myself live wit
Our usual secrecy has all washed away as we make our way to my car. I know this could break a big scandal in my pack. I know this could ruin my image in front of my future husband, but it did not matter. I did not promise to be a virgin! I only promised to marry! I did not promise I will not fuck around until the last minute. Part of me knows that if news like this will make their way to my father’s ears, I will surely hear a bunch of not so pleasing things. But right now… with the fire burning brightly under my skin, nothing mattered. A sinful union that would soon cease was not something new in the world we live in. Or at least this was what I told myself when guilt would come creeping, to take hold of my last sane thoughts. When guilt would come to taint and grip my heart. It had no power over it, when I was already tainted by him. By his lips, by his hands and hungry kisses. As I sink into the driver's seat, he buckles his safety belt into the passenger's seat and as I look a
“Wait, wait, wait -” I hurry to speak when he dips closer to my neck, his nose brushing against one of my pulse point, his breath falling right in the crook of my neck, making my skin turn to goosebumps, while I press my hands into his chest, in a terrible attempt of pushing away. “Wait?” he repeated in a low raspy voice, not moving away from my neck. “Why would I need to wait, little doe?” he asked, the hand on my hips squeezing me a little tighter. “It’s been a four hour dance rehearsal with no break. I stink!” I protest, a little self conscious about the fact that wearing spandex is not the ideal outfit before a date. But this was not a date, was it? “Stink?” he repeats and I wonder if he is just playing dumb or he is truly one handsome hunk and nothing more. “I need to freshen up -” I insist and give his chest another push. But he is not moving. He seems determined to not give me the chance and dignity to shower before he puts his lips on me. I feel the tip of his nose move
I watched her walk away, hurried, as if she were a scared rabbit. The way she grabs her bag and the way she sprints for the bathroom, makes me feel like a damn frenzied wolf, because all I want to do is chase after her, tear that door down and bring her back. Or maybe take her in the bathroom, under the running water… As the door closes and I am left alone, I realize I am nothing but a damn horny bastard. That I have been maniacally enjoying her prey state of mind and I was taking my predator position a bit too seriously. This was not a game of chase. This was not a one and done. And this was not something that could simply end on a whim. I push myself up from my seat and run a hand through my hair, combing it backwards, while I scan the view. The city seemed a bit more peaceful tonight and I wondered if things were going to change. Was my life going to get more peaceful now too? Were things going to take a turn for the better or was I going to have to juggle it all like I have done
Altair and Aaron. Two bright stars on the endless sky that life is and can be. Two perfect little angel who just happened to hit a bit of a road bump right before they were even welcomed into the world. Born a bit too small and frail to be allowed to fly, the two little angels have been confined to secure chambers that helped them grow and develop their flight wings.Or at least, until they were ready to be taken home.That day came way too late.I was growing insane walking these brightly lighted corridors, always watched by nurses, always told what to do, how to touch and how to not touch them. It took so long for me to be allowed to actually hold my children that I actually had a breakdown right in front of the maternity when I was told I had to wait a few more days. I still did not get to properly hold either of them, but seeing them, and getting to touch their little hands and feet was enough to keep me sane.Not to mention that the mating bond was burning like a bright fire insi
Everything hurts. There is nothing in my body that is untouched by pain.I hear voices around me and I don't entirely care if they are nurses or people who think of themselves as being close to me, but I don't want to wake up yet. The pain is too much and my mind slips back into nothingness.***I think... I think it's later. I might have died. But the pain that still clings to my body is still sharp and very much present. The voices around have changed. And I can feel a warm touch that squeezes my hand. I can feel lips pressed against my knuckles. I can feel a soft breath brush against my skin.A rush of tingles wafts under my skin and makes me feel slightly more alive as it pools energy into my chest, making my heart flutter slightly. My eyes slowly open and I try to blink away the haze from my eyes.I try to remember what happened. I try to remember the last thing I remember, but my memory is too foggy right now.I was certain I was in a hospital. Have I given birth? Was I even ali
Dread takes hold of me, gripping my heart with an iron fist that makes my anxiety spike alongside fear and other things while I walked behind the nurse that didn't bother to give me too many details. Actually until we stopped in front of a glass wall, she didn't give me any details at all.She stops abruptly and turns to the glass wall, pointing in a rather vague direction inside the room."The twins have been born hours ago. Two prematurely born children who are not in great condition -" she tells me with a flat, emotionless voice before she looks up at me." they have a chance of survival, but we would not put our hopes too high into it. Better expect the worse and have a great surprise. " she tells and I feel like I want to strangle her.Was the the way one delivers news to a new father?My eyes drift from her figure to the glass wall, behind which I can see two small, incredibly small, pink and strange looking babies. Some of us are born with ears and tails, but my babies were so v
I’m not entirely sure how or when, but one thing is sure. Demetri beats me to the hospital. By the time I made it there, the man was already filling in details about the patient he had just brought in, even if they already had all her files. They demanded to know what happened, and as this was a hospital for the likes of us and more, Demetri did not spare a detail. I find him covered in blood from chest down and I don’t have to ask to know it was not his. The feeling of guilt and incredible nausea wash over me with such force I feel like I am about to throw up as soon as Demetri’s gaze moes and meets mine. I can feel the judgment behind those green eyes.I could feel the fingers he mentally pointed at me in an accusatory way. Demetri yearned for a mate and he could simply not understand how does a mated wolf get in this situation? How does a mated wolf treat his mate in order to have her risk everything in the Moonfire Eclipse unbinding ceremony?I make my way towards him and fall i
The chants that ring and echo through the forest barely reach my ears anymore. There is a magic buzzing in the air that surrounds my body, that makes my skin prickle and turn to goosebumps as if it was tickling me. It could feel a mild tingle under my skin, but in the beginning everything seemed fine.It seemed....It was not long after when the contractions started. At first, they were dull and faint, making just some of my abdominal muscles spasm and contract. And of course, I thought this was just because of my anxiety. But they have become a bit harsher, a bit more insistent.It didn't matter... Nothing mattered now. I had to focus on Killian. I had to focus on me... I had to focus on my wish.A low grunt humms along with the strange chanting of thw witch who doesn't seem to pick on my discomfort. My arms wrap around my belly, my hands going underneath it and above it, Stroking it slowly, trying to soothe the strange contractions. I have read about them. Any pregnant woman does.F
As I get in the car, I get even more uneasy and anxious. Something was off and I am not sure if it was just the fact that the moon was completely covered by clouds and it felt as if nothing was alive, or if it was just a sense of anxiety because I was so damn close to fulfilling my wish.Nevertheless, it did not matter! I was very firm on my decision. Nothing could make me change my mind now! I needed this! Thalia gets in the car with me and I barely get to settle down before she drives off like a damn maniac, making my heart skip a beat.“Where exactly are we going?” I ask half heartedly. Maybe this was a good question to ask before I had climbed in the car…She looks at me for a brief second before looking ahead on the road. A car passes by us and I feel myself grow smaller in my seat. That must be Demetri’s car. Nonetheless, it seems that he doesn't actually notice us, because he drives past without a damn sign he will stop.Why does part of me wish he would…“It’s a bit of a more
I didn’t even know what to say. I had already made up my mind about it. I have even come in contact with the right person to perform the ceremony. I could not wait another hundred years for the Moonfire Eclipse to happen again. I did not want to live my life short and meaningless.. I did not want to die waiting hoping to feel what I want to feel, craving and longing for it the way I am doing now. But it seemed like Killian was very adamant about his decision. He would not support me in this /madness/ as so many called it. It slowly started to set in for me. That I did not ask for the proper support. That this was not something I should rely on others to support me through.I slowly look away from him and I feel his eyes move to me now. His breathing was shallow and uneven and I could tell he was fighting back his tears. It did not feel right to put more pressure on him though, so I leaned into him again and remained silent.The man let out a long sigh, his nose burying into my hair,
Killian runs out of the room like a whole damn storm, leaving nothing but splinters, broken things and pain. It was not as if it did not already hurt, but the turned back, the absolute betrayal I feel coming from him digs deep into my chest, pain pooling within my wounded heart.It was something to be expected, wasn’t it? Men were usually like that weren’t they? It was as it every and each one of them was a carbon copy of the previous one and so on and so forth. Our kind has seen them come and go, all as heartless as they made them. It was no surprise that he was just another brick in the wall- or at least that’s what I kept telling myself as I am once more in this god forsaken room I was slowly growing to hate.As my whole being shakes with my crying, the twins in my belly start getting fussy and agitated, kicking and moving tirelessly around as if they were on a damn dancefloor. It hurt, but it did not compare to the pain that was crashing over me in waves, as the sea crashed again
Her brows are narrowed and her eyes are dark and her attitude unmoving. She seemed to have made up her mind without even asking me first. As I turn to her again I find her staring at me as If I were the biggest baddest wolf there was in the woods.There was fear, tangled with anger and frustration, alongside guilt and sadness, and somehow, no matter how insane she just sounded, I could not just blow up right now. “You are pregnant -“ I start speaking, trying to find a logical way to reason with her.“Very observant of you!” She huffs and rolls her eyes, as she moves away from her spot on the window sill, to find a better spot to sit in.I follow her with my eyes, pinned in my spot in the middle of the room, trapped between rushing out of the door and lashing out at her to smack some sense into her.“Maddy.” I start, my voice low as I slowly saunter towards her, pinching the bridge of my nose with a low sigh escaping my lips. “The Moonfire Eclipse ceremony is a dangerous thing to do!”