[~♦DAMIAN♦~]“You scared her away.” Rune’s voice breaks through the cords of my mind and my jaw clenched at his words, my eyes closing as I try to control my heavy breath. I could hear the laxed taunt in his voice even though I know that it isn’t a deliberate act, I can’t help the irritation from leaking out of me.“Don’t you think I’m clearly aware of that.” I snap at him, turning my head to his direction.Rune has that glazed look on his face that he’s always wearing and I feel a sudden urge to smack it off his face. But he just shrugs, “Didn’t think so.” He says and starts down the hall, his hands dug into his pockets. I want to punch him so bad. Could he not treat me like an idiot…My arm still rests against the wall, where my mate had slipped out from and I stand upright, turning to the direction she’d run off to. I click my teeth with my tongue and scold myself. What the hell was I doing? I was going to ruin the plan of winning our mate back if I can’t control my emotions.I’ve
[~♦DAMIAN♦~]“Don’t mess this up, Damian.” Raegan’s voice taunts the space within my mind as we all left the dining room and heady towards our rooms. He seemed to have sensed my edginess, his eyes had a knowing glint in them, as though he knew where my next stop was going to be and it wasn’t my bedroom. I mentally groan, face-palming myself before taking a deep breath and releasing a heavy exhale. My hand clenches around the handle of her bag; the one I’d earlier taken from her upon her return and I raise my other hand towards her door, it balls into a fist as it closes in on the wooden door. My fist hovers for a moment before connecting to the door.A few seconds go by without an answer and I think she’s probably fallen asleep already; she might have been more tired than I realise. She was out for most of the day.I linger at the door for a few more second before letting out another sigh; a broodish feeling washing over me as I start to turn around but my feet immediately comes to
[~♥CORAL♥~]I dry my hair with a towel as I stroll out of the lavatory connected to my bedroom, my silk dress robe hangs loosely on my body, secured together by the rope around it. My feet patter on the wooden floorboard as I walk towards my bed where my dress is already lying in wait for me. I smile when I see it’s one of my favourite dress; Aga must have picked it out when I went into the bathroom to take a bath— I was getting old for her baby treatments and even though she’s minimised her efforts because I nagged about it, she’d always attend to my personal routine once in a while. She was relentless. Dropping the towel on the edge of my bed, I pick up the dress and head to my dressing mirror at the corner and stand in front of it. I pull the dress in front of me, admiring the smooth, soft pink material of the tunic, off-the-shoulder dress when from my peripheral vision, I catch sight of a small, delicate package atop the vanity area of my dressing table. I turn towards it, drop
[~♥CORAL♥~] “I was looking for you,” I tell him but my gaze lands back to his workspace. “What are you doing?” “N-Nothing… You don't need to worry about it.” He stutters, his body shifting to put up a block between his desk and myself. I frown, jolting my head upwards at his obvious lie. If it wasn't important he wouldn't have hidden it from me in the first place. “Why did you come? Did you need something?” He asks, attempting to distract me from the thing he was hiding and for a moment I almost get ensnared by the sway of his words. My mouth opens to respond to him but shuts close soon after and I give him a pointed look. “What is it?” I repeat my earlier question. “What?” “What you're crafting. What is it?” “It's not important.” He responds, his hands latching onto the back of his neck and his arm moves from the slow, rubbing motion. “It has to be if you're covering it. Why are you covering it? You never hide your work from me.” “That's because… this one's really… specia
[~♥CORAL♥~]Damian's gait is swift and measured as he stalks towards me. His gaze pining me to where I stand behind the pillar as he advances towards me, his taut body glistening with sweat; an evidence of his hard training with Leon and his muscles flexes with every breathy step he takes.Despite the alarm going off in my head at his approach, I couldn't bring myself to tear my gaze away from his roughly sculptured and unclad torso, entranced by the sight of his lightly tan skin glistening under the afternoon sunlight.His tribal mark is in full display, a dark crescent moon melting down into small falling stars inked onto the underside of his rib area, just above his waistline. It was a mark bore by every member of our pack and every werewolf across the world had a similar marking; an indication that one belonged to a pack.Damian's shadow looms over me just as his immaculate scent washes over me— the aroma of his woody earth and rooty scent mixed with the smell of citrus and smokey
[~♦DAMIAN♦~]“Do you like it?” I ask with a battered breath as I watch her. Antsy to know if my little act has pleased her in any way. I wasn't good at gentle gestures, I don't know how to do things like this. All my life it's been a shuffle between things that would lead me into a battle ground or a fight.But if it was going to give me any chance at winning over my mate, then I'd do a thousand of it and more—Anything at all to earn her forgiveness and acceptance.She drops her gaze back to the small dark green box I'd gifted her. I catch the subtle shift of her fingers as they clench around the box and her soft, pink bottom lip disappears into her mouth.I hold my breath, waiting on her answer. I'm not sure what I expect to hear but the almost imperceptible twitch that tugs her lips upwards has me waiting on gathered breath.Then I hear her voice, the soft, sweet, intoxicating tone coax my ears. “Yes. I love it… it's very pretty.” Her answer has my heart palpitating twice over and
[~♥CORAL♥~]I ran away.When even the cells in my bloodstream rapped at my chest to lean into Damian's gentle caress when the pad of his fingers skits across my skin as he complimented me.It's not the first time he's done so— Damian's always had a sweet tongue and he made sure to use it shower compliments on me when I was a little girl; from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet, Damian made sure to shower me with compliments whenever I adored any sort of ornament on my hair or whatever outfit I put on— they all did though.And I was used to hearing them. So why did it feel so different? Why did it feel like my feelings were going to topple me under the haze of the warmth I felt?I didn't mean to run but for a second, I felt the crippling ting of fear rouse inside my chest. It was my repressed urges of my bond link with him flaring up against his touch that sent me panicking.How much I wanted to lean into his touch; his warmth. But I was still angry at him. I was still angry
[~♥CORAL♥~]I don't know where I'm going with this. This constant push and pull is exhilarating.I'm trying so hard to fight these feelings swirling inside of me but somehow, deep down, I really don't think I want to. They're my mates after all.Why am I really fighting this?If I'm blind about their past actions, and look at them for what they are… they are everything and more that I want in a mate.Though three mates is a little excessive but at the same time, it feels… perfect, perhaps?Is it petty of me to be this way? Fight my feelings? Maybe because I'm too scared? Scared to move past it. Maybe I know it'd be too good to be true to have them as my mates.After all, they used to be a constant part of my daily life and they still are.They hurt me though. They lied and kept a deep secret. Even though it wasn't just from me, it affected me the most. Even so, am I supposed to just overlook it and accept them? Are my actions wrong?Is it… harsh? Cruel?I want to forgive them though
[~♥CORAL♥~]“You didn't drop by this morning. What happened? Is everything alright, Kiki?” I ask, walking up beside her just as we step out of school premises to the street.I call out her name this time when she doesn't respond to me. When I get no response again, I quickly grab her arm. Stopping in my tracks, I pull her back. It cause her to jerk back too until she halts in her track. “Kiara…” Her mind seems dazed but then she blinks and gasp as though snapping out of a hypnosis. Her eyes fills momentarily with shock and a clip expression before it falls off her face.Her breath settles and then her hazel gaze holds mine. “Sorry Coco, what was that?”I frown a little, a small pout puckering my lips and I release my hold on her arm. “You didn't show up at my house this morning… what happened?”I must have imagined the flash of anger in her eyes. “Why? I'm not your mother, Coco.”I know she didn't mean to be rude but her curt remark still cuts me like a gullet wound but in the chest.
[~♥CORAL♥~]My face is red. Beet blood… maybe even tomato red. I know because I can feel the heat smoking off my face, hotter than any heated ore or metal. Probably even hotter than molten lava itself.It's scalding and it's caused by the two large figures hanging at the doorway of Rune's bedroom.I'm overcomed by sheer embarrassment as Damian's teasing words hit me. That's right… I had come here to bring Rune over for breakfast. He's been engrossed in his new craft piece, I'm not sure he's had a proper rest. I wonder what he's making this time. I do love all his pieces. They were always enchanting. I'm sure all the females in the pack would love to wear a piece if they could. However, the thought made my mind scream with disapproval. I wouldn't want any other woman to wear his art piece. Actually, more correctly than that, I didn't want them wearing any of his piece. I know that it sounds childish to think but I can't help but think that they'd be wearing a piece of him on them a
[~♥CORAL♥~]“You want… to kiss me?” I mutter the words slowly. My cheeks instantly heating with a blush.“Mhmm, I deserve one too, don't you think?” Rune says, turning me slightly in his arms.I flush deeper, stuttering. “Well… um, I–”“You don't have to if you don't want to, cupcake.”“No, that's not it. I just thought you were angry about it.”“Cupcake… what in goddess’s are you on about?”“What? You're not angry?” I ask, surprise. I'm not so sure why I am but I also don't really know how I expected him to feel about it. “Why would I be?” He arches a brow at me.“Well, because you saw Raegan kissing me?” I point out slowly. My cheeks heat from both the memory of the kiss and suddenly feeling dumb.Rune scoffs, then roll his eyes and shakes his head. The white highlights of his soft, dark locks scatters across his face.“Why would I be angry about that? It’s perfectly normal between mates.” He remarks.I bite my lip then add. “Raegan was mad,” I pause. “Actually, no, he was jealous
[~♠RUNE♠~]A soft knock on my door has been stirring out of a daze. But I don't look up from my work when I mutter the words “Come in.”There's a low humming in my chest before the door pulls open and I'm raising my head to the door even before she pokes her head through the opening of my door.“Hi,” She calls out in a sweet, low tone. A coy smile graces her beautifully plush face as she steps onto the threshold. She stands there, not crossing and my gaze catches the nervous twirl of her fingers around her midriff.A smile of my own coats my face, my lips twitching with the amusement I'm suddenly feeling at her shy demeanor. She looks so cute fiddling with the material of her dress. So cute and so edible in the soft looking, white, sleeveless dress with soft pink flower prints, she's wearing.Noting my own thoughts, I mentally hit myself in the head when I realize I haven't responded to her greeting.“Hi,” I say, getting off my stool and dumping my piece of art on my work table.“Um…
[~♣RAEGAN♣~]“So, want to explain how this happened, Leon.” I growl lowly, waving the folder in my hand.The one that held a report about the matters about the red moon pack I had ask him to compile. The same one he was supposed to bring in today but his daughter had done so yesterday instead and apparently he had no idea she had done so until I had summoned him.The sun is set to hit the horizon in a few minutes. The report itself could wait but it was his carelessness that agitated me.I wait for Leon to speak, his head's lowered in shame and remorse as he sputters words.“My deepest apologies, Alpha. I have no excuses for my incompetence, all I ask for is your forgiveness towards my little girl.” He says, his hands fisting at his sides.I could feel his shame and anger towards his daughter but his most potent emotions were that of desperation to save her from the impending punishment that was usually sure to follow suit.It was evident that he cared about and loved his daughter so
[~♥CORAL♥~]Reagan wears a smile on his face as he leaves the living room, Rune tags along with him but not before giving me a final glance that could be translated into a lot of things.He is as complex as a wire box. I can't really ever tell what he's thinking but hopefully that looks isn't what I think it is. He didn't say a word either and if he doesn't I can't tell what he's thinking. Rune has always been so cool and down-to-earth about everything, even when he's vexed. I've never actually seen him blow up before. It's never really bothered me, not until now. I want to know what's going on in his head.A throat clearing at my side has me jumping back to reality. I turn and meet Kiara’s gaze swiftly enough to see a dark glint vanish from her hazel eyes. Then she perks up with a knowing smile. A rush of blood heats up my cheeks.“So,” she starts, leisurely manuvering from the back of the chair to where I'm standing. “when were you going to tell me?”I clear my throat and peer up a
[~♥CORAL♥~]Reagan's breath catches in his throat soon after the words leave my mouth. I flush with embarrassment and quickly throw my gaze away.I can't believe I just said that.Reagan's touch on my cheek has me looking back up at him. He must think I'm a wanton female for that utterance. I stare into his eyes and catch the pair of ice blue orbs flash into a smoking silver.“Do you… really mean that?” His voice is a deep baritone and it sends a shiver down my spine.Did I? I wasn't even sure why I said that but now, I'm just curious to know. My heart is thumping so hard against my chest and I fear it might leap out any second from now.I slowly nod, my gaze drifting to his lips before slowly trailing back up. His intense gaze was watching me intently before falling to my own lips. “Are you sure? He asks, “I don't want to push you…” the hunger in his eyes flares and he looks as though he's fighting his control.Damian had the same look in his eyes too. It's the same look that says h
[~♣RAEGAN♣~]“Why are you angry?” My little moonbeam demands as she follows me into the house, her foot plattering in the hallway as she tries to catch up to me.I glance at her over my shoulders, momentarily catching her bright green gaze hot on me. My lips curl up with a little smile before returning my gaze to my path.“I'm not angry.” I tell her. She doesn't buy it though, I could feel the doubt oozing out of her small body walking up behind me.“Lies!” She rebukes, calling me out on my bullshit and she was indeed calling me out but truthfully, I wasn't angry, not exactly. “You definitely are. I saw it in your eyes earlier.”I sigh, stepping into the living room. She follows. “Why? Why are you angry? Is it because I was practicing with Damian at the courtyard when you told me not to?”Her question has me confirming my thoughts about earlier with her and Damian out in the yard. So she was indeed practicing combat behind my back, that sleezy bastard, I was going to deal with him la
[~♥CORAL♥~]Damian groans lowly the moment my fingers touch his taut skin. His eyes closing and his head hangs even lower, hovering over mine as his lids clenches and unclenches. His nose flares, his low groans turning more animalistic and strained as though he was having an internal battle.It made me a little worried seeing such displays of emotion twisting up his face. I didn’t know if he was in pain or something. Am I causing him pain? Is it because I’m touching him? I didn’t like it. I didn’t like seeing him look this way.“Don’t do that. Don’t stop.” Damian says, catching my wrist with his hand when I attempt to remove them from his skin.“But… I’m… causing you pain.” I counter and try to free my hand from his grip but it locks like a vice around my wrist, trapping my hand against his chiseled abs.His chuckle is deep and exotic, I want to fall into the trance the sound caused inside me. “The last thing you're causing me is pain, sweet girl.” he says, his voice strained with som