Levi“Levi, I’m rejecting you as my mate.”The words escape Arya’s mouth but they don’t land on me like they should. They seem to be floating midair, whirling around my head and refusing to get registered in my brain.I just . . . refuse to accept that.“What?” I whisper. My voice is barely there. I don’t think I can speak any louder. I feel like I’m withering inside and denial is the only thing that can stop it, or at least slow it down for now. “What did you say?”Arya sighs and stares at me. Her eyes are bright and patient, and I can’t see any trace of negative feelings in there. All I can see is acceptance and the willingness to let go.“I can’t continue doing this with you,” she says, her voice soft and mellow. “For months I thought about when we would meet each other again, and early on, I thought I would crawl back to you and ask you to take me back. But now I realize that I’m happy. And I wouldn’t have been happy if you didn’t break my heart that night. I want to thank you.”N
Arya“Are you okay?” Arthur asks me as we leave. “I know that was a heavy thing to go through and if you need anything, I’m here. . . .”I nod and squeeze his hand, sighing in contentment. “I know, and I’m glad you are here.”“Maybe the party will take your mind off things, my dear,” Mom tells me softly, touching my cheek. “Don’t worry about a thing, okay?”“I won’t,” I say, and with that, we head to the ballroom where the party is in full buzz.“Why didn’t anyone else from the pack come here?” I ask, thinking about my parents there.Daniel seems to know immediately what I’m talking about because he says, “Well, mom and dad haven’t been exactly the same since you were gone. I think part of them want to blame themselves about it and I don’t think they have recovered yet.”Sadness fills me up but I just nod. “I understand.”“Maybe you can come visit sometime,” Theo offers with a small smile. “I know everyone will be delighted to see you. And everyone would definitely be impressed that y
AryaFor a second, I hold my breath to stop the tears from coming, but they all just come flowing out like a geyser. Pressure is pressing against my chest and suddenly I can’t breathe, but I just sigh and . . . let go.Levi is still my mate, and I know I have a long way to go to erase our bond.I know I would still have to go through so many things to reconcile with myself and what I did. I know it would be a long journey and it’s stupid to expect myself to move on from it easily.But I just feel like it’s not going to go away and I feel horrible about that.With a sigh, I bury my face in my palms. Suddenly, I feel Iris stirring in my head.“What happened?” she asks me. “What are you so upset about?”When I stay silent, she lets out a huff and a growl. “You do know that when you’re upset, I get disturbed up here, right? It’s not exactly a paradise here now. I can feel your emotions but I can’t read your thoughts very well, especially when you block me out like that.”“I’m sorry.” I si
AryaTears start to flow down my cheeks. I can feel my heart getting shattered into a nothing and I just want to curl up into a ball and cry.But then I notice that Arthur’s steps are slow, like he is waiting for me to catch up.My chest suddenly swells with hope. I know what he said about not putting any pressure on me was reasonable, and I understand why it could feel like he is putting pressure on me, but I don’t feel that at all.That’s what I wanted him to know.Taking a deep breath, I run towards him and grab his hand to make him turn around and face me.A look of shock is written on his face and it seems that he didn’t expect me to follow him, but I take that as a chance to say, “You don’t need to give me time. I know what I want and what I want is you.”The world seems to stop when the words escape my mouth, but it feels like the most natural thing to say. I don’t feel weird about it at all. I feel good finally letting it out, and the longer it goes since I said that, the more
AryaSneaking to my room is perhaps the longest torture I have ever endured. My wetness is making it hard to walk normally, but the pleasure is unbelievable.Meanwhile, Arthur is just walking as cool as a kite, flashing me looks as he leads me to my room. I know he knows how torturous this is for me, and I promise to myself to make him beg when it comes down to it.But all these promises fly out of the window when we finally get inside my room.We stand face to face as I lock the door. I almost run into his arms, but then he stops me and asks, “Are you sure?”I answer him by pressing my lips on hers, tasting his mouth, exploring it with mine. He sighs against my lips and desire pools in my stomach, circulating around my body until I feel that familiar pulsing between my legs.He wraps his arms around waist and pulls me towards him, and I revel at the feel of his body against mine. His warmth is making me wetter. My small hands fly to his chest, massaging it, and he lets out a groan o
AryaWhen Arthur’s warm mouth closes over my nipple, I almost explode.He sucks it, his tongue sweeping over it until I feel feverish. I close my eyes, not even aware that he let go of my hands until he starts to squeeze my other breast. He flicks his thumb over my nipple and I cry out. "Arthur, please!"I can feel his smirk against my skin. He pulls his head away from my nipple and begins to suck the other. My hips are moving on their own. I'm so wet I can feel myself dripping on the sheets. I bury my hand in his hair, moaning loudly.I arch my back to signal that I want more, but then he stops what he's doing and caresses my face instead and I nearly go crazy. I want him to do more but the taste of his lips is making me drunk. His scent is drowning me and I have no plans of getting out of it, or resurfacing, and I can safely say that being lost in the sensation of him is the best feeling that ever consumed me.But he's not done with me, cause before I knew it, his lips are traveling
AryaThe moment Arthur’s teeth sink into the side of my neck, I explode into another orgasm, and this time, I feel like an exploding star, scattering into the night.The connection that we have strengthened even more, and it feels wild to feel that in such a short moment. I cry out, and he hastens his pace, pumping in and out of me as though his life depended on it.I expected the pain to come but there was none. The only thing I can feel right now is an immense pleasure.Arthur lets out a groan, and with that, I feel him emptying himself inside me.The satisfaction that floods me right after that nearly brings me to tears. He almost collapses on top of me but he manages to flip me over before he lands on the bed, and now I’m right on top of him with my face against his neck.“I love you,” he whispers as he tries to catch his breath. “Oh god, I love you.”I smile against his jaw, feeling myself dozing off even though it’s just about to get dark outside. “I love you more.”“Won’t they
AryaChills start to run down my spine. I don’t know what Nancy means by that and I know that it’s probably sincere and it doesn’t have some kind of double meaning at all, but I still can’t shake off the feeling that something is strange and wrong.Suddenly what she said to me before come back in my head, echoing like a thousand screams, about me and Arthur having to go through a lot of challenges to be together.But that can’t be possible right? We just got mated and we’re bonded for life. Surely nothing and no one will get in the way of that.I just smile back at her and say, “Thank you.”Meanwhile, Arthur also seems to be spooked because he whispers to me, “What happened? Why is she looking at you like that?”I signal to him that I will tell him later, and suddenly, Daniel reaches through the table and taps my hand. “Hey, sis, congratulations.”I grin at him. “Thank you, Daniel.”“You know, it’s nice to have you back,” he says. “So I just want to know. Would it be okay to call you
LeviI tighten my hands around Lauren’s throat, feeling it pulse under my touch. There’s the level of satisfaction to that that I can’t explain.It's dark and it's something that I don't even want to acknowledge, but I would be lying if I say that it doesn't feel good.As I watch her eyes grow bigger with alarm, I feel more and more determined to end it this way. With her right under my hands, trying to fight off the force of my strength around her neck.I hate her, I realize as I try my best to finish her off and get this over with forever. She might just be an accomplice to her shitty brother, but she knows what she's doing.And if tonight is proof, I would say that she's not as innocent as she pretends to be. She's perfectly capable of making choices that would fuck other people up even more. She knows what she's doing.I still want to know so many things, like how she got to copy the scent of Arya and why she needed it anyway, when I can just tell completely that she's not my mate
LeviMy heart nearly gets stuck inside my throat. I want to scream, but I find that I can’t. The pain in my chest is still much too great for that, and I hate that I’m not even sure I’m seeing the right thing.Is Lauren really here, or am I just manifesting the stupid dreams and thinking that I am seeing her?I blink rapidly to see if she is indeed there, and to my horror, the image of her smiling in the corner doesn’t vanish. She’s walking close to the bed I’m lying on, but Gammie doesn’t even move. She doesn’t even flinch. I know for a fact that she’s a very sensible old woman who can practically feel everything, so this worries me.I look at Lauren again and see that she's getting closer and closer, and as though to confuse me further, she touches the side of Gammie's shoulder.And the woman doesn't flinch.Is Lauren real right now? Because I can hear her footsteps. I can smell her scent. I can tell that she's getting closer to me and she feels very much solid right now.Could this
LeviI was locked in a constant state of dreams and uncomfortable thoughts when they were operating on me.Part of me was conscious, but a bigger part of me just wasn’t. It was constantly floating in a state of blankness and anxiety, just a mish mash of things that shouldn’t go together. Sometimes I find myself dreaming of my parents and my childhood. Sometimes I find myself dreaming of my teenage years and my short days as an Alpha.But most of the time, I was dreaming of Arya.However, when I was about to wake up, I was dreaming of something else entirely. Something that resonated with my fear, the reason why I thought about bringing down the whole arena instead of participating in the fight that Connor and Lauren wanted to see.* * *In my dream, it was nighttime, and the lights in the arena are almost blinding me. My heart is pounding so fast that I feel like it's going to give out any moment. There are so many people around us. Too many, in my opinion. And they're all looking at
Arya“Arthur,” I mutter, his name leaving my lips like a plea as I shift around in his bed. I know perfectly well that I’m sleeping, but I also know that even in this state, Arthur is still the one in my mind. My Lycan, my mate, my love. Even though I know consciously that our relationship is in jeopardy because of his choices, I still want him, and he’s still the face I long to see in my dreams.And in my dream, I see him getting dragged away by the Rogues.“No!” I yell, but in this dream world, I’m voiceless. I’m powerless. All I can do is stand there while my mate gets clawed at by the dirty outcasts. All I can do is watch while he screams for me.“Help me, Arya!” His voice rings out in the darkness of our background. “Don’t let them take me!”He holds out his hand to reach for me. I extend my arm to get him. However, he’s already too far. He’s already too close to the mouth of the dark tunnel they’re taking him to. One of the Rogues, seeing that he has his hand outstretched, kick
AryaMy mouth goes dry at the sight of Arthur.He closes the distance between us, getting on top of me and taking both of my hands before putting them over my head.His lips are urgent on mine, intent on devouring. I can feel his hardness against my thighs. His hungry mouth travels down to my neck and on my collar bones, lower down to my breasts. When his warm mouth closes over my nipple, I almost explode. He sucks it, his tongue sweeping over it until I feel feverish. I close my eyes, not even aware that he let go of my hands until he starts to squeeze my other breast.He pulls his head away from my nipple and begins to suck the other. My hips are moving on their own. I'm so wet I can feel myself dripping on the sheets.I bury my hand in his hair, moaning loudly. But he's not done with me, cause before I knew it, his lips are traveling lower again. Until his face is between my legs. Lucien grabs my thighs and pries them apart. Then he leans forward, sweeping his tongue on my wet core
AryaLike an idiot, I turn to Arthur and ask, “About what?”He laughs softly, but the humor doesn’t reach his eyes. There’s a certain hint of sadness there, combined with another emotion that I can’t really place. Either way, seeing it in his eyes is throwing me a little off balance. I want to come with him and get to the bottom of it, but at the same time, I feel like he’s so serious that I don’t want to find out what he wants to say.“Just come with me,” he says gently. “Please?”“Well, of course,” I say, glancing back at Levi who is now sleeping soundly. “Who will be watching him? He can’t stay here alone, can he?”"I'm right here," Nancy says all of a sudden, appearing seemingly out of thin air. She wedges herself into the room and immediately comes to look at Levi, adjusting something on the IV that he's connected to. "I will be watching over him for the night. You two go talk, okay?""Thank you, Nancy," Arthur says, then he turns to me with that very same smile that doesn't reac
AryaMy heart leaps with joy. It’s something that I haven’t felt in what seems like forever, and I can feel it spreading all over me like a warm ray of sunshine. A smile appears on my face, and I look at Arthur.“He’s awake,” I whisper, and even I have to notice the sheer relief in my voice. “He’s alright. He made it. . . .”Arthur smiles at me and leans over to kiss my forehead. “I know, and I’m happy. Now go talk to him okay?”I nod, and with that I go with Nancy, who suits me up with a protective layer of clothing before we go inside.They have converted the infirmary room into a real hospital room. There are machines beeping everywhere, and there are also potions emitting sweet smelling steam somewhere in the room. There are some tools laying around, but the only thing that catches my attention is Levi lying down on the bed, his pillows fluffed up to prop him up into a sitting position.His face is pale, and his hair is slicked back over his handsome face with sweat. I can tell th
Arya“What is it?” I ask Nancy with my voice shaking immensely. I get up from my seat but I feel like the ground is lurching under my feet and I feel like I’m going to fall over if I don’t have something to cling onto. Thankfully, Arthur gets up and offers his arm to me. “What’s the problem?”Nancy hesitates, and I honestly hate how angry I became just in that moment. I want to scream at her and tell her that I am not playing games around here, that if something is up, then I must know immediately because I’ve been waiting for a long time to hear about him. Besides, the only person he has right now is me. His parents are not here and the others are back at the pack. I am the only one he has. . . .“Please,” I just say in a strained voice, looking at her and wanting to get on my knees and beg and corner her at the same time. Emotions are just running high inside my chest and I want nothing more but to know. “Please, what is happening? Is Levi okay? Will he make it?”“The truth is, I do
Arthur My blood goes cold. I swallow hard, thinking of what to say, but my mouth is completely dry and my throat is closing up. I want to assure Levi that I won’t leave him here, but he’s looking at me like he’s daring me to say those words just so he could reject them completely. So instead of talking it through with him and risking any rejection, I lift him up to his knees and very carefully start to chip away at the piece of rock lodged inside his body. Thankfully, the rock is easy to chip off, as it seems to be made of hardened mud instead of actual stone. I manage to clip it down close to his body so it won’t move or damage anything inside him. He kept groaning and screaming the entire time, and I just had to close my hearing so that I wouldn’t hear it and experience the pain of seeing him go through it. When I’m done, I take him into my arms, not caring about how weird it could look or what he has to say, and it seems that he still has a lot to say. As though to prove my poi