CHARLENE'S POV"What is it?" He asked, narrowing his eyebrows slightly. Shaking my head, I stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse. "Nothing." I bit my lower lip as I tried hard to keep myself from looking down. He sighed impatiently before saying, "Tell me." "No!" I blurted out before realizing it could come off as rude. Immediately afterwards I lowered my voice, muttering, "Sorry. That came out wrong. Please don't make me talk about this, please." I closed my eyes tightly, afraid that if I did, he would start laughing at me again. His voice was unusually cold when he responded, "I won't." Slowly opening my eyes again, I turned my head to face the door and took another step backwards, wanting nothing more than to run out of the room as fast as possible. Suddenly the warmth of his arms around my waist vanished, leaving me standing alone in the middle of the hallway. My heart sank when I realized that he wasn't going to try and follow me. I had expected him to want to spend
CHARLENE'S POVIt wasn't fair. I wanted to break things. To rip apart anything or anyone who stood in my way. I couldn't stand their taunting. Their mocking. Their laughter. I wanted to scream until every single part of me was red with rage, but no matter how much I screamed it wouldn't bring back the people I loved. The ones I cared about the most. How pathetic I must look. I'm so weak. As soon as I thought about that, I quickly wiped the tears off my cheeks. Weak. Yeah. I am weak. Always have been. It's always been true. It's always going to be true, and that was fine. Everything was alright. It wasn't my fault. For the first time in my life, I actually believed that. I wasn't weak anymore. I was strong. So strong that the very thought of hurting myself was impossible. But I guess that didn't matter to those bastards anyway. Because they always seemed to find out. When I had calmed down quite a bit and managed to convince myself that everything would be okay, I headed home. When
CHARLENE'S POV"Do you remember what we talked about the night before?" His gaze fell to the ground briefly before returning to mine once more. "Yes." I took a deep breath, "Do you think you're good enough to do it now?" He frowned slightly, but answered without hesitation, "Yes, I believe so." I bit my lip before replying quietly, "Are you sure?" The frown disappeared as soon as it appeared, replaced by his trademark confident grin. "Of course I am, sweetheart. I'm going to be a great husband someday." And there it was. I smiled despite myself and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the lips, my heart fluttering inside my chest. Yes, that smile was enough to make me want him forever. I didn't understand how people could just… fall in love with someone without even wanting to try. Why were people such idiots, anyway? Why were they unable to see how amazing, perfect, wonderful they actually were? I certainly understood how he felt. "Charlene, you're not listening!" Snapping out
CHARLENE'S POV"Don't you dare change clothes." I glared fiercely at him. He raised an eyebrow at me, his lips curling into a smirk. "Now, that doesn't sound like a very nice thing to say. You know that I can't hear you." I huffed, turning back and facing the wall. "Then you must be deaf and mute! And stupid, because it sounds exactly like something you'd do. Now go back to changing, okay?" He laughed softly as he gently pressed his chest to mine, causing me to squeal loudly as I tried to push him away. Then he grabbed me around the waist again and picked me up, carrying me over to the bed. "Put me down, Xavier! Put me down right now!"As soon as I landed on the mattress, he.jumped onto the bed and pinned me down, covering me with his body, grinning at me mischievously. "Nu-uh, Charlene." He shook his head and placed his knees on either side of my hips, preventing me from moving anywhere. I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. "Okay then," I murmured, tilting my head slightly
CHARLENE'S POVHis grin widened a little and he moved so that he was sitting beside me on the bed instead of on top of me. His dark eyes shone playfully as he gazed down at me. "I told you not to change your clothes, didn't I?" He winked at me and reached forward, ruffling my hair a little. "So we need to get you all dressed up for dinner." "No!" I protested weakly, swatting at his hand as he continued to fix my hair. I scooted further down the bed, avoiding contact with him. I wasn't going to wear a dress tonight. I was going to let him dress me. But before I got the opportunity to tell him that I wasn't planning on wearing a dress, he'd already thrown the covers off of us and begun undoing the buttons at the back of my shirt. I gasped sharply and shoved my hands in front of his face. "Hey, hey, hold up!" My heart was pounding faster than ever now. "I don't want you to undress me!" "Well, it would seem that I have no choice, seeing as you haven't done anything remotely sexual in
CHARLENE'S POV"My head whipped around to follow her. What the h*ck was that about? Who was that girl, anyway?" I felt Xavier's hand drop gently onto my shoulder as he guided me to sit down on the couch again. He sat down beside me and reached out to grab my hand as I started rubbing my thumb over the back of it absentmindedly. "What was that about?" I frowned as I thought about it and then realized what that must have been about, even as he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the back of my neck. I jerked my head back from him, glaring up at him. "Why did you do that?" I demanded angrily. His mouth twitched upwards slightly. "Because you've looked like you need it." I glared at him furiously. If he thought that.kissing me would make me calm down, then he had another thing coming! I was still seething when he stood up abruptly, startling me from my anger. After looking briefly around the room, apparently deciding that it looked a lot messier than it had earlier, he began cle
CHARLENE'S POVI could feel my whole body shaking, which meant that my tears were making it hard for me to breathe properly, and I struggled to keep breathing evenly, but it just got harder and harder to do so. I was aware that I was crying and struggling and struggling for air, but I didn't care. There was only one person I cared about right now, and it definitely wasn't that annoying asshole, Xavier. I gasped for air again and tried to suck in as much oxygen as possible, as I noticed that I was hyperventilating now. Finally, he spoke. "Charlene, please breathe. Calm down." My eyes flew open, and I jerked backward so fast that I stumbled. "N–no!" My voice was barely audible and I struggled desperately to take another breath to try and regulate it. "Charlene, don't run away! Please breathe with me," he begged softly, moving slowly toward me as he grabbed my arm firmly and yanked me to a stop so I didn't fall over again. I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks as I fought to s
CHARLENE'S POVXavier's eyes softened and he reached over to hold my hand. The tears started forming immediately, and I let them flow without trying to wipe them away. I couldn't help it! This time it wasn't some stupid human emotion; it was something very personal, very private and very painful. Xavier pulled me into his side and stroked my hair for what felt like hours. But it couldn't have been more than five minutes. Finally, when my sobs became less frequent, he leaned back slightly. "Now, tell me, what happened to make you stop crying?" The tears came back faster and harder as I explained the situation. It turned into an epic tale of betrayal and heartache involving the one person I thought I could count on completely. I was sobbing again after my explanation. As I spoke, I noticed that Xavier wasn't saying anything. He just looked worried and confused. But he held my hand tightly throughout my story. By the end, my whole body hurt from the amount of sadness coursing through
CHARLENE'S POVA few years later...I am now the Luna of the Vicious Shadow Pack, who destroyed the curse of their pack."So," Jaxton grinned beside me. "Why are you looking at me like that, huh?""Nothing. It's been a year since we met again, Charlene," Jaxton drawled, tracing the line of my jaw with his fingertips. "Can we be like–""Like what, Jaxton?""Like... official now?"I laughed at Jaxton's question and hugged him tightly. People pass around us and they can't stop glancing at us. I let my gaze wander over the rugged lines of his face, his sculpted lips, his eyes which had gone silver when he started talking about our relationship. I smiled widely and pressed a kiss on him. He groaned and kissed me back hard, his tongue tangling with mine. I tasted like mint from the chocolate mousse he had insisted I try today, and it made him smirk. We break the kiss after a while, both panting for breath, but neither of us has said anything. The people walking around us have stopped to w
CHARLENE'S POVSoon after the war finished, Selena declared her defeat in front of Alpha Jaxton, along with a genuine apology of what she did as she merely got blinded by the idea of revenge. She wished to be killed in the hands of the alpha. He didn't know that his parents were the cause of Selena's misery, so he took her in. She had to serve Alpha Jaxton for the rest of her life in exchange for being forgiven. So far, they haven't found the right way to kill her yet. But it won't be long before that changes. The war is still going on and Alpha Jaxton will take advantage if he sees any opportunity to get rid of her once and for all. She was still alive, but Selena has seen what kind of a man Alpha Jaxton truly is. There were no other words to describe him than brutal. In fact, I believe that he's only human. A person capable of loving someone so much, yet having such little care and patience for the same person. I wouldn't expect more from an alpha than that. It would never last fo
CHARLENE'S POVA few months later, Alpha Jaxton couldn't possibly leave me. During the commencement of the war, I was already on the verge of giving birth. My life would be at risk if Jaxton joined the battle. He was left with no choice other than to rely on Beta Xavier when he heard that my parents were about to get killed. Alpha Jaxton and Beta Xavier have been on good terms ever since the alpha knew that Xavier did nothing wrong. Jaxton owes a lot to him, considering how he was the only one who stayed by my side, protected, defended, and fought for my sake. Jaxton and Xavier had become close allies in order to survive. Beta Xavier has completely surrendered, he accepted the fact that no matter how many times the person he loves gets reborn, his love would never be reciprocated. ***"Hey, Charlene, are you okay? What's bothering you?" Jaxton asked. As he held onto my hand, he rubbed small circles into it to soothe away any pain I might've been feeling from my labor. The pain was
CHARLENE'S POVHis arms came around me tightly and his tongue swept past my lips. I moaned. We kissed for what felt like hours before he suddenly pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath. I blinked rapidly at him, trying to figure out exactly what happened between us just now. He still looked nervous and uncertain but also happy. My heart thumped heavily and my face felt flushed hot. He chuckled softly, brushing my bangs from my face. "Well?" "Yes, I..." My voice faltered. I had no idea what to say next. It was all very confusing. Finally, I managed to get the words out. "Thank you, Jaxton. Thank you for showing me your dreams." He frowned. "What are you talking about?" "I... I haven't really experienced anything like that before. The butterflies. And everything. You've been giving me a lot of good experiences lately, without telling me where they come from or when they're going to happen. And I'm just… overwhelmed by it," I finally admitted. I wasn't exactly sure how else to
CHARLENE'S POV"I'm sorry…" There were tears running down his face, and there was no mistaking it this time. His eyes showed it clearly. He was trying to hold back tears, but they just kept coming, streaming down his cheeks in tiny rivers. His shoulders started shaking, as if he wanted to break out sobbing but couldn't allow himself to. And just when I thought he wasn't going to say anything else. "I–I love you, Charlene." The words were barely audible, but they sent a wave of warmth through me regardless. And I couldn't suppress a small laugh. I took his hand. "What's funny?" he sniffled. My expression softened. "That is funny. What you said." But he only looked confused. "What do you mean 'what did I say?' "When you asked what happened in the dream last night, you sounded so sad, Jaxton." I continued to tease him with light humor, trying to distract him from the fact that I was crying too. It worked. A small smile appeared on his lips as he wiped away one last tear that ran
CHARLENE'S POVHis right eye was swollen shut and half of his lower lip was cut through, revealing the bone underneath. His whole body felt like it was in shock. Was he okay? Jaxton slowly moved his eyelid upward. A single tear rolled down his cheek. "Char…" He breathed heavily. Relief and joy rushed over me. Thank goodness he's alright. I pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly against me, trying to absorb all of the heat and energy radiating off his body. I buried my nose into the curve of his neck as I inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of him. It was intoxicating! He smelled like fresh rain and pine trees. As my head started to spin, I realized there were other people nearby. They must be watching us or more specifically. And they're probably wondering how we knew each other or if I even remembered him at all. But this didn't matter. All that mattered now was Jaxton. The moment he wrapped his arms around me I felt safe and protected. So safe and happy. It almost made every
CHARLENE'S POVI couldn't force myself to push him off or push him to continue, even though that was what I desperately wanted. I needed him. I needed to be in control. No one else but him had ever made me feel like this. And I never would again if I didn't do something about this mess we were in. The sound of footsteps interrupted our moment just when I was considering whether or not it would be wise to ask him to stop. A voice from above us snapped. "Is this how you treat the lady you claim to love?" We both looked up with matching sheepish grins, my face redder than a tomato, Jaxtonton's cheeks darker than a ripe tomato, and our clothes crumpled and torn beyond repair. "Who are you?" Jaxton asked, trying to pull himself out from underneath me. I tried to sit up as well but it seemed that my arms still belonged to someone else. "Who did you say you were?" Jaxton asked again, ignoring my questions for now. "I don't know who you think you're messing with, but we are going to have
CHARLENE'S POV"You'll come back eventually, Jaxton. It may take years, but eventually you'll find someone who understands, even if she doesn't love you like you deserve. That's what you want, right?" It seemed so simple when I said it out loud, but it would never be simple with him. I know that now. It was a hopeless relationship. Even more hopeless than the one with Xavier. No matter where we went or what we did, there was always something holding us back from really being together. We stared at each other in silence. Finally he gave a half smile and shook his head slightly before pulling himself up off the couch. We stood for a moment gazing at each other before he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I felt my eyes burn suddenly with unshed tears as I turned my head slightly and pressed my mouth against his shoulder. He smelled of the laundry detergent he used. A strong masculine scent that mixed pleasantly with some sweet, flowery scent he liked to wear. I wrappe
CHARLENE'S POVHe thinks we're incompatible. I had thought he wanted me! But the way he said it, it sounded as though he didn't want anything more than friendship and maybe s*x. I felt disappointed, hurt even, and humiliated. "It just occurred to me that your bloodline isn't completely pure," he explained, "or at least, not entirely. There's a chance, if we're compatible enough..." I couldn't help feeling hopeful. "Yes. If we are compatible, then when our souls touch." He trailed off. His eyes were sparkling. I could feel how badly he wanted me. How much he really liked me. I could see how much he was enjoying our time together. So much so that he would willingly change himself for better. I felt tears welling up inside me. I hadn't expected anything more than being friends. Not that I wouldn't be grateful and happy, of course. But still, this was so unexpected for both of us. I nodded in response to his question, not trusting my voice. "That's perfect, Charlene," he grinned. "We