NeerahRayah had taken her mom to the hospital. She wasn't even close by. So what I did was return to the blasted room fully intending to force him to let Me help. Or at least, we should go to the hospital.When I returned, he was gone. He left a note for me though. And it merely saysSomething came up. I'll be back soon. Oh, don't cover your neck. It will heal faster that way, okay?That's what he said. I am quite angry at the fact that everything about meeting Cuan, living here and what is happening to me right now is so messed up! I haven't gotten anything right since I got here. I keep telling myself what I should do but it never changes. I thought that what I was doing all these while is surviving a world I didn't even choose to be in.Yet it all comes down to one thing. My feelings are messed up so no matter what may come, I feel messed up. I touched my neck subconsciously and instantly felt a tingling sensation that reminded me of that moment not so long ago.What the hec
NeerahIt's amazing how a little motivation works. Ruby was so helpful that I started to see some things I didn't want to consider before. If Rayah was his mate, was there any good reas9n for a stranger to just help you out of s7ch a situation? Would my proud father have relented?Come to think of it, if we weren't mates, why would he care? Why would your pain matter so much to a stranger? Maybe he loved Rayah before we met. Maybe, she was all he cared about. I can see that he is attracted to me. Yet he was always kind of holding back. Then he thought that Princet9n was interested in me and he used the opportunity yesterday to make sure that everyone unsure about our relationship is so certain now. The way they revere their Alpha, I think it is safe to say that I won't be having any open admirers for a very long time at least.But since the school has other people coming from other packs, who knows? Well, this is just my inner ramblings. The situation now is that none of my prev
Neerah“it felt so real…” I state, repeating my words dully. “It is just a dream” he murmurs. I don't know why, but today, I just feel sleepy. It was warm, secure, and so incredibly peaceful. So I slept.The next morning, I was surprised to open my eyes to the vision of his face right next to mine. His hands still held me protectively but we were both lying down. I smiled to myself because it felt so normal. I had to think about what it would be like to sleep together, wake up in his arms…“I only stayed because I thought you would wake up crying again” he projected his thoughts to me and I smiled with a gasp involuntarily because it felt so special. I am so loving this…‘don't hold your breath. I forgive you” I return.He opens his eyes and stares at me. I stare back, marveling at the rings in his irises. Rings of different shades of silver. Maybe because the room is dark. But I can see the magnetic quality of his eyes bore through me. I am slowly starting to be aware of the weigh
Neerah“Well, I am not” I refuse. I can't go over the same endless hope and then I will still end up as ordinary Neerah again. It will hurt more and I just can't do it.He touched my face and smiled a little “you! Don't worry about it. I will always have your back regardless of whether you shift or not okay?” He assures.“Yeah okay” I return with a small frown because my mood is shifting again and I am starting to feel depressed. Yet I still want to know who hurt him with Wildsilver..“So, who used Wildsilver to hurt you?” I ask curiously.“A Lycan from Alpha Daren's pack” he replies. I am shocked he didn't evade the answering. Feeling empowered, I ask further “a Lycan? Why does he have Lycans? Aren't they a different breed from werewolves?” I ask.“Someone is funding him and he is carrying out gruesome experiments on his pack grounds. But because trespassing is prohibited in our lands, what he does in his own land is his cup of tea. But times are changing. The Lycans would honestly r
Alpha Cuan“I get it. You will do anything to protect me. But when it comes to your feelings for me, it is all borne of our mating bond. Well unless we spend so m7ch time together and we find out that it's not and we make our marriage public. We will also decide if we want to spend forever together. Am I missing something?” Neerah asks with a sort of smile on her face that says there is a mocking tinge to it.I narrow my eyes because it feels like she is not taking it seriously.“You haven't shifted yet. I am looking out for you” I point out, eyes narrowed and serious.Her smile widens a little and is wearing my heart skipped a beat. “I understand. Don't worry. I am not a child. So, you should also consider the fact that we are both adults and we don't have to be permanent to try right? We will divorce if it doesn't work. Yet I don't know what you plan to do with the mark on my neck. I am told it cannot be undone!” She points out.I don't know why really. But I smile a little. It all
NeerahThe kiss was supposed to be cautious. I can feel it at first because he was very gentle when his lips touched mine. It felt like something repressed, held, cuffed…But then, the moment that our lips had touched, the power behind it burst open like a dam, uncuffing itself crudely, overflowing into the bond he likes to hide behind. It was bigger than his determination. Much bigger than out casual whims…I have never been kissed. Not really. Maybe in my blackout moments? Not sure. It's all hazy and dark…This…this was explosive, growing in degrees like the tongue of a roaring fire, picking away at the sensitive wiring all over my system, feeding the starving beast that was held hostage from the day that I met him. Maybe long before I ever knew he existed.I like the power behind the ravenous frenzy as he kissed me hard. I don't know how it is supposed to work. But the feelings assaulting my senses were not accounted for. It was suddenly hot and cold and I felt like I was torched
NeerahMy hands wrap around my chest to cover up and I pull my legs up to hide my face so that my hair sprawls around me…I honestly expect him to explode, act cold or something. Like, men were always kind of beastly when it comes to their desires. It didnt matter what type. Although, I dont know any good men in my life, I thought that Jayden was different too. Yet he was always kind of cold after I refuse him anything at all. Not even a tiny hug, he would say. Now that I enabled the facilitation of the entire affair, he should feel wronged, angry even. I don't want to care. But I feel like I lack a lot. Especially here in the bedroom. Who would like a wife who wouldn't even fulfil her basic duties? I feel like such a failure.Yet despite my inner thoughts, he proves me wrong one more time.When I feel myself picked up completely from the bed, I open my eyes to find that he had me carried in his arms. The warmth adpubd me registers. The extreme beating of his heart that hasn't slo
NeerahI smile a little. “If you gave it to me and said ‘Neerah, this is free. Just take it’ I'll run over and take them all!” I tell him.“But since you bought them for me, it will be a waste not to wear them. You don't have to ask me. I'll help you use them Alpha” I grin. A shadow of a smile comes on his face and he adds “If you are being greedy, take a car and use your ATM card regularly. You need too many things that you don't have Neerah”“Do you know what I need?” I ask curiously. “Running shoes, bags, leisure books, a phone…should I really go on? This is your home. Whether or not we are together, you will always be welcome,” he reminds me. “I have more than I ever did in my father’s house though. I am worried I cannot pay you back because you never said it was free” I express. Sighing, I busied myself with removing the hanger from the clothes he gave me. I want to hide the pain in my eyes even knowing he could pick up my feelings quite easily. “you know, the concept of fa
Alpha Cuan“He needs to hand her over!” Alpha Daren's voice silenced everyone. Although I expected the other Alpha's to stay silent out of self preservation, it still Felt pathetic. I remember when I was young, my father attended a meeting like this. Back then, there was a pack known as ‘Royal Crescent pack’ Their Alpha was of royal descent. He is not a direct descendant but he was pretty powerful. Alpha Daren was not well known then. He has just started his reign of terror and he wanted everyone to fear him. What he did was attack the Royal crescent pack when their Alpha was away. He killed his mate and their unborn child. Somehow, my dad was outraged and simmered in anger for days before he realized that no one was gping to hold his hand and fight. It was bigger than a mere fight war. Alpha Daren has Royal backing. No one wants to test the waters and end up sacrificing their pack for it. So it was like it never happened before. When no one fought back then, why will they fight
NeerahA few Hours LaterHe put a slice of toasted bread on my plate and pushed it gently towards me so it was very close to me. “I know you are hungry. Eat up” he urged. Sitting back in his own chair, I looked up at Rayah's picture in the dining room and blurted out “why is that still here?” He looks at the picture and then at me. As if realizing how bad it seemed, he smiles a little "Don't ruin your appetite. I will take it down” he tells me. I am a little taken aback and with a suspicious look, I say to him “Knowing it's there, how can I have an appetite?” He stares at me as if thoughtfully. And before I knew it, he jumped on the table, reached out to the picture and brought it down. “Put it somewhere outside. Rayah will get it later” he states in one of the maid's directions. I think her name is Alicia. Seeing the photo dragged outside eases the knot in my chest I didn't know existed. I don't know why, I smile to myself, picking up the slice of bread with my bare hand and
It feels like I am having a fever. There is something sensitive running over my skin with tingling and pricks of growing intensity. At first, I was unaware if this was just another bad dream. My mother has left my dreams too long. Perhaps the dreams are changing as there is another form of nightmare I will start to see.The rocks of my life are absent. And the intensity is growing. Only half awake, I sincerely thought that it was a dream. Well, until I open my eyes to find Cuan staring at me with eyes light as silver. Something isn't right here. He is hovering over me fully clothed but I don't feel afraid. Yet knowing instinctively that something is wrong is a thought that was buried deeply because that door that we use to share our emotions kind of burst open and I can suddenly feel …so much …too much…“You are back early” I whisper. My voice is scratchy from sleep but I can tell why he came back. I don't think he slept well last night. He was going overboard trying to give us spac
NeerahI don't want to talk about Rayah today. So I shift my thoughts to something else. “You were mystifying earlier. I felt included but…now that I think about it, I wish I could share the bond with the pack. When you said 'Luna’...” I deepen my voice to imitate him. Cuan smiles fondly. I love the way his eyes spark to life when he smiles.“You said it with that deep tone of voice.I can understand more of why you are Alpha and no one else. You sounded…unnatural. It was mighty powerful. Like, It is something that can't be told. It can only be seen, felt… I wish I knew why I couldn't shift” I try to paint an image of how I felt, gushing out my overflowing emotions.Alpha Cuan caresses my cheek lightly and smiles a little more so his eyes are not only lighting up, but practically glittering. “I wish you can feel it too. The bond between the pack and Alpha…you would have felt the strength of it…l” he sighs as if wishfully. “So, when you fought Alpha Deren, did I influence you in any
NeerahIt's an amicable night. Ine filled with secrets of a budding lovestory. It's easy to get swept up in the fantasy of the night. The wind blew, the cold air making our warmth a shared blessing…“Alpha Beret came for a reason. Do you know why?” I ask him. It's been silent for more than thirty minutes And I feel tired so I rest my head on his lap, which is heaven by the way. Somehow, the action is intimate and gives me a sense of familiarity with our new found closeness.“I don't know why he felt a need to come in person. But he is not a rash person. As you just said, he definitely jas a reason for coming over. We will find out as soon as we meet with the elders” he explained to me. “What will you do if he doesn't accept the payment? Or if my father spent your money deliberately to make it seem like the situation was as bad as before you took me away?” I ask.Clearly, if my father did not pay the money for real, it means that he is still scheming out ways to use me further for h
Alpha CuanWe Kind of just used the plane again to go over to the beach. The main reason being that the plane doesn't Need to refuel or anything. And besides all that, the pilot will be here until we are done anyways. Instead of fly everyone back, I would have them book commercial flights back.In any case, I was specific about the number of people to be invited for this reason. We have like fifty people who came on call. The rest came because they wanted to…Neerah is still feeling the remnants of a first flight trauma. She tries to appear fine but I can Smell her fear just like the last flight. Albeit less I guess.She is brave though. She carries herself well in tensed situations.Although, I am proud of her for keeping her cool, I am now very much worried about us. What sill it be like if I were in greater danger. It was fortunate that the f8ghr was just a dare. A test of courage of sorts. Most Alpha's Would prefer to avoid confrontation with Alpha Deren. The fact that I accepted
NeerahI am so fucking mad! But when you are weak, sometimes, courage is a myth. Like, what is courage when nothing would back it up? It would be an aimless bluster!I think of how to help Cuan. I don't want to seem so useless just after they have all kinda trusted me to lead them alongside their Alpha. It occurs to me that our mind link is not for us to understand each other only. I think that us being able to influence the other is why Alohas need a string mate. And if that is the case, I can't afford to let my fear make him so weak…No one taught me this. It's just instinct. I focused on the rage that had begun to build up earlier. Big mistake! Cuan kind of lost his cool and threw a punch before I could do anything more about my idea.It was definitely the most brutal ten seconds I have ever witnessed in my entire life. Like, Cuan threw the punch, jumped back in the same second while Alpha Deren aggressively shifted into his wolf form. But then Cian shifted too and both werewolves
NeerahAnd then I locked eyes with Rayah. And she smiles at me as if respectful. If only I could beleive it!My biggest hurdle is always Rayah. Somehow, she is no longer with Cuan but she makes everything difficult. She would endure his direct rejection, pretend to be good and holy, and then turn around to bite me instead. It is like she always knows what to say to Cuan to make him feel sympathetic, or guilty enough to let it go. Or rather, she knows how to act in a way that would stop him from wanting to take action against whatever she did. She knows him better than I do. Somehow, even with the mating bond, she has had years to know him. She doesn't want me to forget it…She wants to be Luna. I don't know why. But she wants it bad. Does she love him so much that she wouldn't want him to be with his mate? How brazen is that? How selfish… Sadly, I know too well how selfish love works. It has no consideration for the other party. I sit next to to Cuan who sits at the head of rhe long
NeerahWe arrived at the most beautiful place I have ever been to. The greenery is just mindblowing. The architectural design of the massive one thousand acres of the Wolf Teeth Inn is the most alluring thing that makes me feel excited just for being here. If you love nature, this is your last stop. If leisure is your game, I think you will still love the Wolf Teeth Inn. It screams upper class. The kind of place that reminds you there are two sides to life. Rich and poor. I feel poor even in my richness if you can believe it! It's not my money. I did nothing to contribute to it. I feel like such a fraud… But then I reexamine my emotions. I thought to myself ‘Get out! It's my poor old self struggling to embrace this new life. So would it be better if I said that I feel rich in my poor status? Forget it! I can't get it straight either. It's just mighty weird.First, we were welcomed by staff members who wore uniforms and we were led to the biggest building where Cuan held my hand all