Esmeralda's POVI couldn't feel anything other than the void of sadness and the heart shredding feeling after what Killian had said to me. He had treated me like a pile of trash, throwing me out of his room like I was worthless. I cried so hard I could hardly breathe, my senses were failing me and I felt a frailty in my bones and body.I was too weak. He made me weak. He made me too weak with his words. It was the same with Mikel. He had rejected me and I am left all alone. Even the woman I grew to love as a mother treated me like a monster and she sent me away from her life like the years I had spent with he as her daughter didn't mean a thing, like she never truly cared for me.Maybe she never really did and I was just something she used to gain merits in life. Bringing in an orphan and showing her care and love, pretending to love me so she would look good in the eyes of the public. Everything had been fake, the love I received from her was fake, the life I had been living was fake
Killian's POV.Seeing her standing there with those tears running down her eyes were causing heartbreak to me. I felt my heart aching so much I could almost not breathe, I was scared about how suffocating I was feeling inside as I watched the tears roll down her eyes.I couldn't help it, I walked to her and placed a hand on her shoulder in a show of comfort because at the moment it was all I could offer. My wolf was too savage, it wasn't enough for him, all he wanted was to take her into his arms and mark her as his own, he wanted to feel her skin against mine and hold her so close that he could hear her heartbeat without straining his ears.He wanted her body and soul and I was fighting to keep him sane.The principal looked at me, I knew she was surprised by seeing me there, she must'nt have expected that I would be here but I didn't care. I was too focused on my hand that was on Esmeralda's shoulder."What are you doing here, Mr Rollins?"I cocked an eyebrow at her in smuggery "you
Esmeralda's POV: I was shocked when Killian had told everyone present that I was his mate and fated lover. I froze for a minute and my heartbeat quickened, I looked up to him whilst feeling his strong hand on my shoulder. His eyes met mine and I could not breath. However, I knew he was lying. Him and I were not fated lovers, my mate was Mikel and he har rejected me. A part of me knew Killian was just trying to appear nice and saintly to people around and he didn't mean what he had said, that he didn't mean to treat me like trash the other day. Still, I could not stop my eyes from weeping bitterly the minute I locked the door to my room. I was devastated and i cried heavily as I felt my heart breaking. There was a lot going on at the moment and I still found it hard to believe that the woman that i loved as a woman could call me a monster in front of everybody. That she didn't want to raise a monster along with her family. It was crazy. I was crazy. Everything was my fault, if I
Esmeralda's POV I stood there just watching the two of them, unable to answer Killian's question. The woman entangled with him looked at me, she wasn't smiling nor was she frowning, her expression was unreadable. "Who is she?" She asked Killian. Her voice was soft and powerful, it was lovely to the ears but I was irritated by it. My gut was churning as I looked at the both of them. I was angry but not the anger that I normally felt, this one tasted bitter and more intense. Itvwae jealousy. I didn't knkw why I was jealous. Maybe it was his hand on her waist or how he wasn't repusked by her skin touching him like he was with me or maybe it was the fact that he wasnt sending her out of hus room instead he was hospitable to her. I was jealous. Envious even. My eyes darted to Killian as I watched as his mouth was unmoving. She had asked him who I was and I waited to know if I was anything worth explaining to her. But he wasn't saying anything, he was only glaring at me obviously expe
Killian's POV: A gentle caress of a hand I knew was not mine jolted me up from the nap I was having. Without checking to see who it was, my thoughts went to the possibility of the person being Esmeralda but I knew too well that she was too shy to be able to make such a bold move to come to my room and even caress me at that. It was also impossible that if it was her my wolf would not feel it. He would have ran made from feeling Esmeralda's hand on my body. So I quickly turned over to where the person laid. It was Paula. She had a small sultry smile on her lips. I felt my wolf groan from disappointment but I said nothing. We both had our preferences, it wanted Esmeralda but I preferred Paula. Still, it didn't mean she could just barge in and I would fall at her feet in submission "what are you doing here?" I asked her, allowing my voice to carry the shock I felt on seeing her. She didn't say anything and her silence was substituted by a movement of her hand. Her hand trailed up my
Esmeralda's POV: I stare blankly at the sky watching the clouds gather and disperse. Watching how they exist by just fleeting through the sky. They floated around with no worries, no heartaches but simply pure beauty. I wanted to be like that. To have no care in the world, nothing but just existing. However, humans were tasked with the responsibilities bestowed upon them by the society and biblically, the actions of the first humans, whether they liked it or not. They had to do some things, experience unfavourable sufferings and go through the hell called life. It has been made especially harder for people like me who came to this world only to be abandoned. We are expected to course through life alone and loveless, rejected left and right by people we care about. And we're expected to make something good of it. Wow. This was a nightmare I wouldn't wish on anyone. Weeks have gone by and still, I am nowhere closer to finding out about my origin. I have not the faintest clue who
Esmy's Pov With the paper in hand I waited for the ride I had booked, I could understand that the delay was because Killian's house was a little far from the public so with no other choice I stood there and waited. There was the choice of going back and waiting in the living room but that could mean I would probably stumble across insufferable Paula or Killian who had no freaking clue about anything. About what? I wondered too. About how he was making me feel anytime he came home with Paula or about how demeaning he makes me feel. Well, it was better if he knew nothing about that. He shouldn't know how many times I sulk because of him or how his mood swings affect me. No matter how much I wished he knew so maybe he would desist from doing it or even tuning it down a little, I could never look him in the eye if he found out things I can't explain to him. The way I feel for example. The ride was taking forever and my patience was running out. The lazy part of me was already yellin
Esmeralda's POV I was shocked. I could hardly breathe, Killian was stark naked and he was lying on top of me. And I could feel the heat radiating off him. It was sensational. His skin was cold as if he took a cold shower, still he was hot against me which made no sense. I could feel the thumping of his own heartbeat and how it was in a perfect synchrony with mine. I was trying hard not to pay attention to his face directly opposite mine. If I was bold enough, I only needed to tilt my head a little bit and there would not be space between our lips. I would capture his perfectly arched lips in mine. I felt the desire to move my hand and caress his body on top of mine, I wanted to touch him. Something in me craved to touch him, hell, something in me wanted all of him. From his toes to his head, I wanted to feel him; on top of me, below me, beside me, inside me. Just feel him. To feel every part of him and become one with him His eyes were staring deep into mine and my own was boring i