AryaMy heart nearly stops. I tell myself to snap out of it before it’s too late, but the imagery around me only becomes sharper and sharper until I feel that I’m exactly right there.But the weird thing is, I’m familiar with everything except for the part where I’m pinned down and under attack.I know it’s not real and I can snap out from this dream if I want to, but it’s just so . . . vivid. I can see the bright red eyes of the Rogue looking at me like he wants me to die. I can smell his stale and bloody breath fanning on my face. I can feel his weight on top of me and pinning me on the ground. I can feel the sharp edge of the rock just grazing on my neck.And any moment, I know he can kill me if he just pressed that thing harder against my skin.The sense of danger is real. The fear of dying is very very real.I swallow hard, and even that simple movement gives me the fear of accidentally grazing my skin against the sharp edge of the rock and bleeding to death.The Rogue stares int
AryaThe words coming from Arthur's lips, which are still brushing against mine, are enough to make my knees almost buckle. Instantly, I feel myself wanting him, yearning for him in a way I have never felt before. Good thing he's holding me against him, because if not, I would have collapsed on the wooden floor.As soon as those words leave him, I find myself wrapping my legs around him and pulling him closer to me until I feel that big bulge against my core.He gasps, his breath brushing on my lips. "Fuck."I buck my hips and wrap my arms around him, letting him know that I want him right then and there. I feel his hard length responding, growing impossibly bigger and harder, twitching with every sensation like it wants to be let out.Because of that, I suddenly remember what he did to me on our first time, the way he licked and sucked the slit between my legs. How he teased me and almost made me beg.An idea forms in my mind.He leans in to capture my lips but I pull back and unhook
ArthurWe both reach our climax, and I find myself getting lost in Arya with the last few thrusts. I empty myself inside her, feeling her clench and squeeze around me.With a deep sigh, I pull out of her and lie beside her.Arya giggles. "That was amazing and I must say you really did get my mind off things."I can't help but smile. "Of course I did. I must say that you also did a good job getting other things off.""Arthur!" She gasps and slaps my chest, making me chuckle. "That's so gross!""It wasn't so gross when you were into it," I joke again, making her protest, but I just take her hand and kiss the top of it before pulling her towards me and wrapping my arms around her. "I love you. And I love making love to you."She sighs contentedly. "I love you too. And I love making love to you too." She looks up at me. "You're wonderful."With that, we dissolve into kisses again, and after a while we just find ourselves making love once more. This time it's slower, less frantic, a lot mo
AryaMaking love has guaranteed me the sweetest, deepest sleep I had for what seemed like months. I roll in bed and bury myself under the covers, reaching out for Arthur so I can feel him holding me.But when my hand lands on the spot where he is supposed to be, all I feel are cool sheets.That instantly snaps me into attention and I open my eyes.I sit up too fast, making my head spin a little bit. But that doesn’t stop me from swinging my legs off the bed and getting to my feet. “Arthur?” I call out. “Arthur, are you there?”I head to the bathroom and push the door open. No one is in here. Nothing looks touched either.“Arthur?” I call out again, knowing that it’s a pretty big house and he might not hear me downstairs or in the other rooms. “Arthur, where are you?”No answer. Now my heart is nothing but a fast and steady thrum inside my chest. I grab my coat and a pair of shoes from under the bed so I can go downstairs, and that’s when I hear the loud howl.My whole body freezes. My
Arya“Arya?” Mom’s voice is the first thing that enters my mind. “What’s happening?”“Mom, it’s Arthur,” I say, steadying myself just enough to string together a coherent sentence. I want nothing more but to cry in her arms and ask Dad for an embrace, but I swallow hard and force myself to get it together. “We got attacked by Rogues in the beach house.”A beat of silence exploded in my mind, like Mom was so shocked that she fell into some sort of blank state for a moment.And I’ve been in some sort of blank state for a long while now.Tears continue to run down my cheeks. “Mom, please, he’s severely hurt. Send people here. We need help. He needs to make it, Mom, I’m begging you.”“On it,” Mom says in a sudden flash of determination. “We’re coming. Just do what you need to do first and we’ll be there.”I don’t answer and she vanishes from my mind, and now I’m left at the side of the beach, with the lights from the house shining on us, letting me see how much damage the Rogues did to my
AryaThe next Monday, I wake up early for school, but my energy is unbelievably low even though I almost passed out on the bed because of exhaustion and sadness.I hurry preparing everything I needed for school and I go down the stairs to leave. Mom sees me and beckons me over to the dining table. "Come here, Arya! Come eat.""I'm not hungry," I say, and I just leave the house.Outside the palace, a car is waiting for me. A guard opens the door to the backseat and I get in.The trip to the school is quiet and sad, and I hate that I have to be alone with my thoughts for nearly an hour. I try to distract myself with some views outside the car but my mind is still spinning with images of Arthur lying on the side, bleeding and wheezing. . . .The car stops and I the guard opens the door for me.I don't know if it's just me, but for some reason all the students I pass by turn to face me and look at me, and I get this bad feeling. Maybe it's just because I'm not with Arthur and they're curi
AryaA series of emotions start to flash in my chest. From bafflement to fear then back to confusion. I look at Arthur and he’s staring at me intently. I guess a part of me wants this to be a joke, but the single look on his face tells me that this is far from a joke.I swallow hard, shifting my weight from one foot to another. “I . . . don’t know what you mean.”He looks around again before lowering his voice and leaning close to me. “Those Rogues that attacked us in the beach house, and probably some that attacked the Dark Howl Pack . . . well, they have been dead at some point. Something is bringing them back to life to do its bidding. Something that we can’t recognize and have no trace of.”My pulse starts to race. “How did you know this?”“I started to suspect when they got close to me and I smelled them,” he says. Nancy leans closer to us to listen in but Arthur doesn’t stop. He looks at her too. “They refused to die. No matter how much I hurt them it seems that they just spring
AryaFor a second I don't know what to say. I just look at Daniel, my smile stuck on my face."Well?" he prompts after a while of me not saying anything. "What do you think?""I don't know," I say after a beat, feeling Arthur's arm tensing around my waist. "Did they say why they want to talk to me?"He pauses to think about that for a moment, but he then shakes his head and shrugs. "No. They didn't say anything about it. And I personally have no idea why they want to talk to you."When he sees my confused expression, he quickly adds, "No, they're not angry or anything. It really doesn't seem like anything negative. They're just asking about you and how you are doing. I don't think it has anything to do with. . . ."He trails off, but he doesn't need to continue. I know what he means and I know that he's talking about Levi.And I don't know why, but I just automatically say, "I'll be there."Then I realize that that's a mistake, because the temperature seems to have dropped ten degrees
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