Apart from his intimidating size, Gwaine has really bold features that make him appear threatening. As I stood there, watching this man, I wondered if he really meant what he had said.As tempting as his offer is, I wondered if it was appropriate, especially since he was my Alpha and our rooms were almost adjacent.“Gwaine…” I started to say before he interrupted me, again.“Please, Catherine.”There was something about the way he said my name, an intoxicating sound that made me want to ask him to please, say it again.“Alright then.” I said, turning to undress. He held my hand, preventing me from leaving the room.“Let me help you.” He said, his hand already at the edge of my shirt. He tugged lightly, as if asking me if he should go ahead. I nodded, urging him to go on. He unbuttoned my shirt slowly, his eyes fixed intently on mine. I struggled to hold his gaze as his fingers occasionally brushing my bare skin was enough distraction.He opened my shirt and slowly pulled it down my ar
When I woke up in the morning, I was sore but in a good way. There was a lazy smile plastered on my face as I remembered the activities of the previous night. Gwaine had cuddled me to sleep, his arms wrapped around me protectively for as long as I could remember. I turned to kiss my lover good morning. His side of the bed was cold and empty; he wasn’t there. I held my breath and listened for any sound in the room but there was nothing, everywhere was silent. I searched the darkness for any movement but there was nothing still.“Gwaine?” I called out, leaving the bed and heading towards the bathroom, all the while hoping he was in there. There was no response and except from the sounds I was making, the room was quiet. My sight blurred as tears formed in them. I placed my hands over my mouth in a crude attempt at keeping myself from crying.I looked about the room expectantly, hoping to see a note or anything handwritten to tell me where he had gone. There was nothing. Picking up what
I walked slowly down the stairs, conscious of the fact that Gwaine’s gaze was fixed on me. He watched me in awe, like he hadn’t seen anyone look that good. I got to the bottom of the stairs and placed my hand in his outstretched arm.“You look beautiful, Catherine.” He said, helping me down the last of the stairs.“Thank you.” I replied, flashing a smile in his direction. He turned and walked towards the door.“Where are we going?” I asked him he paused, looking at me like he hadn’t thought of that question until I mentioned it just now.“ I don’t have anywhere in mind” he said, stroking my arm before he continued, “let’s just see how it goes.” I laughed, covering my mouth with my hand.“You got me a dress so we could see how it goes?” I asked, ending my sentence with an accent I hoped was his. He smiled at my fake attempt to mimic him.“Let’s go for a stroll then.” He said, taking my hand and leading the way. From the corner of my eyes, I spotted Nicole and Beatrice, one of the maids
The walk back was quiet, neither of us spoke. It was the kind of peaceful silence you shared with close friends, the kind you didn’t need words to speak because you’re certain they already know the contents of your heart.He held my hands as we walked, occasionally rubbing his thumb over my hand. I made it my duty to step on every dry leaf on my path because the crunchy sound brought me an odd sense of relief. Gwaine stole glances at me, smiling at my level of childishness.The cold wind made me shiver a little and although I tried to hide my discomfort, Gwaine was quick to notice.“Are you cold?” He asked, his eyes finding mine in the dark. I nodded in acknowledgment and he removed his jacked and placed it over my shoulders. His scent was all over that piece of clothing and I pulled it closer, inhaling deeply as a smile formed at the corner of my lips.“Thank you.” I said. He nodded, picking my hand and placing it back in his. We were almost home when my feet suddenly started hurting
I came awake slowly, stretching my hands behind to look for Gwaine. My heart sunk when I realized his side of the bed was empty. My heart felt heavy, I could almost taste the budding sadness in it. It was a few hours before daybreak so I wondered where he had vanished to. I reached over to the bed post and turned on the lamp beside me. I pulled the duvet away and stood up, walking towards the bathroom.I turned on the light and walked in, noting that Gwaine wasn’t here either. My reflection in the mirror caught my eye so I walked closer, examining my naked body. There were a few hickeys and random scratches on my skin, each one bore testimony to the night we had had. Lightly running my finger over one of the now visible scars on my neck, I remembered how it had come to be. I closed my eyes as I conjured the image of him digging his teeth lightly into my flesh.My hand roamed further and arrived at another sore spot, this time a rather long gash along my ribcage. The scar still hurt
Gwaine’s POV:What was that?” Catherine asked, clinging to the sleeve of my shirt. I helped her come down from my legs as we both stared at the door.“Go up into your room and shut the door. Don’t open the door for anyone except me.” I said, walking towards the door and holding it open for her. Catherine’s face twisted as she frowned.“Why can’t I come with you? I also want to know what’s going on.” She said stubbornly. This wasn’t the time for arguments.“Catherine, you would do as I ask of you because it is not a request!” I said, my voice higher than I intended for it to be. She looked at me for a few seconds as if trying to decide if I was serious or not. Her face wasn’t completely visible due to the poor lighting in the room but the sadness in her eyes were so obvious it made my heart twist. I hated seeing her like that but this was the only way to be sure she was safe.She hurried over, sharing one last glance with me before walking away. From the loud stumping of her feet, I co
I stood in the kitchen, dicing vegetables. My mind was far away as I was deeply lost in thoughts. The past week has been an extremely busy one, with people moving in and out of the house. The security around the perimeter has been tightened, amongst many other changes.Gwaine and I hardly spend a lot of time together these days, save for when we have our piano lessons. It’s been a week since the last time we shared a bed.Thinking about those lessons, I seem to look forward to them, counting down to the time because that was the only time I saw him. He was absent most of the day, skipping meals and reappearing at night for our lessons. It seemed to be the only thing that brought him back home.I wondered if he was really okay as he was under a lot of stress. I couldn’t ask him how he was faring because the last time I did, he said he was fine. I could tell from the way he avoided my gaze that he was far from that.A sharp pain on my index fingers drew me abruptly out my reverie. I scr
I sat in the living room, a blanket wrapped around my legs as I watched the clock, waiting for the Alpha to return home. I still felt like I was being watched but the only thing that gave me a sense of security was the number of guards in the perimeter. No one was going to break into a heavily guarded house to hurt me.After a couple of hours, It was starting to get a lot harder to keep my eyes open. I caught myself dosing off and intervals so I stood up and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water in the hopes that it would keep the dizziness at bay.Immediately I stepped out of the living area, I noticed the overwhelming feeling of someone arching me intently ended. It was as though I only felt uncomfortable in the living area. I pulled out a cold bottle of water and emptied its contents into a glass cup, consuming it completely in a few gulps. After replacing the cup where I had taken it from, I headed back to the sitting room, determined to stay awake until the arrival of the
One year laterI sat in front of my drawing board with a pencil and some paper spread out in front of me. The piece in front of me was a portrait of my son. I had always drawn him since he was born; a portrait for each month. A little boy with his mother’s eyes, long blonde hair that grew so much I had to cut it often, his tiny nose and his wide smile. I would capture the look in those brown eyes whenever they caught the reflection of the window, when the sun reflected off of the ocean and warmed them up.The door creaked open but I was so lost in thoughts I didn’t hear it. Gwaine came up from behind me and wrapped his hands around me. I rested my head on his chest as he kissed my neck. “Hello beautiful. You’re up early, why don’t we have breakfast first?” He whispered, nuzzling his face into my shoulder.I laughed at his remark because very one knew I wasn’t a morning person. It was late September, the summer months were almost over but we still got to enjoy the days together. His
Gwaine’s POV:I looked at Catherine’s lifeless body as she laid on the ground motionless. Her blood had soaked through her white gown and was pooled around her thighs. I fell in my knees and rushed over to her side, gathering her in my arms with my head turned away from her open eyes which stared unseeingly up into nothingness. My heart felt heavy in my chest and as I held her, I cried silently. The baby cried and Gina, one of the people Regan had come with picked him up and cradled him against her chest. She held him securely, not minding the fact that he was covered in blood. Tears streamed down my face and I knew there would be no end of crying later. The sobs shook me whole and for a while, all I could do was hold onto her limp form and cry, letting her warmth flow into me through our embrace. I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, but it felt like an eternity. After what seemed like forever, I eventually stood back up slowly, my tears drying up with each passing second
Gwaine’s POVI sat in my office with Regan and Jason as we went over the plan again. If Catherine’s mother was held within wolf territory, I was convinced Catherine herself was being held somewhere close. “We’re going to split into different groups so we can search the forest surrounding every border. Jason nodded attentively.Turning to Regan, I said, “You’re not to tell any of the soldiers about this, just assemble them by morning and split them. There’s a traitor out there and until I’m sure who it is, no important information is to be repeated outside this room.” “Alright.” He answered.I couldn’t get myself to trust anyone, not after Nicole’s betrayal. The security around the house had been doubled and the maids were not allowed in certain areas except there was someone to supervise them.Catherine’s mother was making a quick recovery now that her system had been cleansed if that drug. She was discharged from the hostel and now occupied the room that once belonged to Catherine
I sat on my bed, deeply distracted by my thoughts. I tried to remember how long I’ve been here for but I couldn’t. I wondered how Gwaine had managed to not find me all this time.I thought about my art, it feels like it’s been years since I held a pencil. I looked down at my palms, caressing it slowly as I imagined the things I wanted to draw.The metal door creaked noisily and when I heard the sound of keys, I turned towards it. A girl not more than eighteen walked in, tray of food in hand. The meal here was awful but although it tasted awful, I had to eat as there was no other options available for me.“Thank you.” I mouthed but she didn’t respond. She simply dropped it on the table and walked out. I dragged the table closer so I could eat from it while sitting on my bed.I ate quietly, almost chocking on the bread I tried to swallow. Once I was done, I drank from the glass of water that was placed beside my meal.I returned it, sighing deeply as I thought about the kind of meal I w
Gwaine’s POV:The beeping sound of my alarm sounded muffled in my head like someone had stomped on it and then stuffed it under a mattress before it went off. Slowly, the sound got louder and harder to ignore. I searched blindly with my right hand, grabbed the device and pressed different buttons until it stopped.Sighing deeply, I sat upright. I looked at my wrist watch, it was almost 7am. I had managed to fall asleep last night, even though it was just for a few hours. I looked at my desk, there were papers everywhere. There was no time to fix that mess as I had an important meeting with Regan this morning. I had to be ready before he arrived. I headed into the bathroom for a quick shower.I stopped in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection. I was in dire need of a shave. My face looked unkept as I hadn’t shaved since Catherine disappeared. I ran my fingers on my face, feeling the now overgrown facial hairs. I picked up my face cream as I finally decided it was time to cle
I spent the next couple of days learning their routines. There were three separate guard change every day. The first guard patrolled from about 6am in the morning till noon and the second took over and ended his shift by 6pm.The last guard was there all night. I once tried to engage one of them in a conversation but he had refused to say anything so I assumed they all had orders not to engage in any conversation with me.The days went by slowly, speeding up only when Charles was around. I had gotten used to him, so much that I looked forward to our sessions. I raised my head at the sound of approaching footsteps. I could tell it was Dianne by the rapid clanking against the ground. She wore heels, always. She fumbled with the door for a bit before she finally pushed it open. She had a mischievous smile on her face and I sat there, wondering why she seemed so excited. “Oh sweet Catherine!” She exclaimed as she walked closer to where I was sitting. I sat upright, spreading my legs
The first time the doctor came to check up on me, I was asleep. Dianne slammed the door so hard, I jerked awake. I sat upright, rubbing my eyes with the back of my palm. The chains on my wrist slammed against each other and made a rather annoying sound. For a moment, I sat in silence, my heart hammering against my chest with fear and panic as I saw Dianne and a strange man walking towards me. My hands were clammy, my fingers trembling as I gripped the edges of the bed. After a second of hesitation, I loosened my grip on the bad, raising my head to look Dianne in the eye.“I see you’ve made yourself rather comfortable.” She said, looking around the room. She had ordered for my room to be cleaned and a bed was brought in.It creaked noisily with every movement but it was better than nothing. The window was opened a bit so air could come in freely. Although the room still reeked of everything foul, it wasn’t as bad as before. “Good morning to you too Dianne.” I said, clasping my hand
Gwaine’s POVJason had proved to be useful these past few days and now, Regan seemed to let him tag along. I wasn’t surprised to see him in my house, again. “You seem to forget this meeting was between an Alpha King and his beta.” I whispered to Regan. Jason had his eyes darting in every corner as he admired the interior of my office.“If we really want to find Catherine, we need his help, Gwaine.” Regan said, beckoning to Jason and then, they both had a sit right across from me.“Do you have any information on what’s going on?” I asked Jason. If the man was going to be a part of this meeting then he might as well contribute and earn his place. He raised his head to answer and that was when I had a chance to look him over. He was smart, no doubt, but seemed to tremble in my presence. He had on a white Tshirt and a faded blue Jean. His blonde hair was a mess, with some strands covering the most part of his forehead. “From what I’ve gathered, the humans are capturing as many wolves
Gwaine’s POV: I sat in my office as I tried to sort out the hundreds of files that had piled up on my desk within these last few weeks. I had finally let Nicole come in and clean the place up. The office was neatly organized now. The only evidence of its previous messes were the countless empty coffee cups that littered my desk. I had been up all night working as I couldn’t get any sleep, not with Catherine still missing.I had put up a lot of notices around town, urging anyone who had any information on her whereabouts to please come forward. So far, no one had come to me with anything useful. I rubbed on my eyes as I looked at the now empty cup that sat before me. I had managed to consume an entire pot of coffee alone and I couldn’t get myself to brew another. I walked over to the shelf, picking out a brand new bottle of whiskey from the top and taking it back into my office with me as I continued sorting through the pile of documents in front of me. I poured some liquor into th