“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. My father had insisted on having my own bodyguard, always being followed around and protected, but with someone like Thalia, I did not need protection.
Thalia was a beast. She was also my most trusted friend, since we’ve grown together since too long to even remember when we met. She was a few years older than me, and she was my only friend outside the pack. She might have been the only person I have ever trusted to allow inside my life, close enough to know the littlest details there were to know.
“I am glad you took my advice of giving your V-card away before your marriage.” she eventually finds her courage to speak again. “Though, I never advised in getting a friend with benefits-” she huffs and leans in, bringing her face closer to mine, her voice dropping so only I could hear her.
Her eyes narrow on me again and I feel like she’s going to restart her scolding and her life advice.
“The moment he does something that seems even mildly off, you tell me-.” she hisses, showing off her teeth.
She’s angry. She’s worried, and for the first time since we’ve known each other, I wonder if she was jealous. She had hinted to different things before, things that could have been very intimate between us, but I never took that path with her.
“I’ll rip his balls off and feed them to the fish-” she smirks widely, exposing her white teeth to me.
There is something twisted in that smile, and truly, I am happy to have a friend like her. I am happy to know someone has my back, in a genuine way, not because they feel like I’m too weak to care for myself.
“He’s twice your size, Thalia!” I chuckle and she leans back, rolling her eyes, giving me a pensive look.
“What’s his name again?”
“He said he’s David. But something tells me he lied-” my nose wrinkles and Thalia chuckles.
“I think he smelled you out too! You definitely don’t look like a freaking Roxanne!” she burst into a laugh, shaking her head.
I smile at her amusement. That was the only name I found available in my head to offer at that moment. It came as a happy surprise to know he does not recognize me. And for the first time in a long while, I felt at ease that someone was not into ballet. It was a niche, only a certain kind of people liked it.
It only now settles for me… ballet. Ballet was my life! Would my husband force me to quit? The smile falters from my face and I suddenly realize that my escape might have actually been my doom. How did I not see it until now-
The phone in my pocket suddenly starts to buzz and for a moment, my panicked mind seems to take a break, everything emptying at once. I pull it out and it seems that my reaction is so obvious that even Thalia picks on it.
“The only thing-” she leans in and grabs my phone before I could open the message. “I beg of you, Maddy.” her voice grows serious, and her smile fades. “Please, Do not fall in love. You’re far too deep into your decisions, far too important things have started to play out for you. The marriage, the upcoming shows-” her lips press into a thin line and her brows come together in a deep worry.
A joyous smile crosses my lips and I feel confident. This is all just for fun! This is all just a business type of relationship! We both benefit from it. No strings attached, no nothing. Just benefits!
“I promise I will not fall in love with this David-” I speak his name in a mocking way, and it seems that Thalia is just as confident as I am.
She smirks and hands me my phone back.
“I want all the spicy details-” she winks at me and I chuckle. “Because you seem to be glo-wing. Only a magic wand can do that to a woman. A certain kind of wand-” she winks again and I feel myself grow red with embarrassment.
I roll my eyes and start to reply to the text, before another buzz comes in, and another... and another and my eyes round with a bit of fear.
"Is he being a creep already?" Thalia leans in, to see what was happening.
"It's not him... I need to get to the dance studio-" I murmur and before she can say anything, I put down my credit card. "It's on me! Get anything else you wish for. I'll see you later alright?!"
And with that, I rush out the door, to get to my car and drive off to the dance studio.
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
For someone who is his size, he is extremely easy to bend. Especially when I know exactly what buttons to push to get him to bend to my will. Especially when I know where to put my lips and pick the right words to whisper in his ear. The way he stiffens and seems to be ready to finish just from me stroking him makes me feel powerful.He could easily break me in half. He could easily overpower me and use me as he saw fit, and I might not even have it in me to fight him or struggle to not allow him to, but he doesn’t. His face buries into my shoulder as my rhythm changes into one more alert, while he tries to get a hold of himself before he’d spill himself right on my belly.I feel his cock throb into my hand and I feel determined to have him finish, even if it was this early, but before I can stroke him some more, he takes hold of my wrist and brings the motion to a stop.His breath is shaggy, almost shallow. I let out a soft, surprised chuckle and let go of him. “What is it?” I whisp
For a brief second, I am not sure what he is aiming for, but the way his mouth and his lips leave hot spots on my body makes my toes curl and my whole body feels like it’s on fire. His hands had taken hold of my thighs and he opened my legs a bit more as his kisses trail down over my belly. His mouth moves on my inner thighs, peppering the skin with kisses starting from my knee, coming all the way to the junction of my leg with my pelvis.He hesitates to move further, his mouth so close to my pussy I can’t even think anymore. The hot breath he lets out makes me frustrated and begging for more when it moves away, to my other thigh. On this thigh, his kisses are a bit more rushed, and his teeth scrape against the flesh in what feels like a failed attempt of keeping his intrusive thoughts for himself.Was he fighting the urge to bite me? To sink his teeth into my flesh and selfishly mark me? Just in case some other came between my legs, To prove to them that I was owned?What a stupid th
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!”