Kiara nodded. “I won’t...so give me freedom...take these invisible shackles off my hand. I want to go outside without having to worry that you’ll get mad. That’s all I’m asking for, I won’t run away...I promise.”Zique shook his head. “That’s asking for too much...”“Really? T-Too much?” Kiara shoved away from him, and instead of her face, he was now facing her back. “I wish...I wish I’d hate you.”“Kiara...” Kiara didn’t answer, if she did he'd hear the break in her voice. “You can always tell me where you want to go... I’ll take you.”“A-And what if you’re not here? Should I ask Damion? Should I ask Gabe?”“Kiara you...”“You know...” Kiara started, wiping her teary eyes. “As a child, I’ve always wanted to grow up...to be able to do the things that father told me I couldn’t. But even when I was five I was able to push my boundaries, but with you...I can’t...and I hate it...”Zique sighed, shuffling closer to her. “What’s wrong with you now...? We were doing okay, it was working...”
After calming down, Zique walked downstairs in search of Kiara. He knew she’d still be mad at him, even if he explained himself she wouldn’t be pleased. He had to find a way to trust her as well as the words that came out of her mouthShe told him she wouldn’t leave, but believing was the problem. Sighing, he shoved his hands into his pockets and headed towards the living room. What could he possibly say to get her to look at him the same way she use to?A gaze without fear...A gaze not diluted by hate...What could he do for her to like him again?He could apologize, but would that even work?He left a bruise around her wrist and probably one around her heart too...Damn! He was conflicted...what if he apologized and she still wouldn’t speak to him?What if he held her and she pulled away?It would without a doubt scar his pride for life, but this wasn’t a matter of pride...it was a matter of getting her right back into his arms.Stepping through the entrance of his living room, he
He didn't come, no matter how long Kiara laid and watched the door, he didn't walk through it. The heat was still tearing away at her heart, burning straight pass the surface of her soul. She could prominently feel it...how high the flames burnt and just how painful they were.It's only been a couple of hours and she missed him already...his presence, his voice, his touch. His scent was as strong as always, soaring through her senses and making her heart ache even more. The house was quiet, too quiet, much like the dungeon had been.She had gotten use to always having someone by her side. Whether it be Zique, Gabe or Damion, there was always somebody to speak to her, and now that no one was here...she felt lonelier than she'd ever felt.Sighing, she sat up...her eyes shifting away from the door. She was the one who chose to lock herself away from him...and now she was waiting for him to come to her...Pitiful...she shouldn't be like this, she should stick to her words...But how could
Zique's obsidian eyes widened. "W-What date is today?" Damion took out his phone, looking down at it. "It's the twenty fifth..." "The...The...The twenty fifth?" Zique breaths shortened, his hands clenching by his sides. "The twenty fifth?" "What?" Damion asked. "Is it...it couldn't really be today...is it?" Gabe shook his head, shifting in his seat. "No, it's the twenty seventh...two days. We have...no he has two days." "Two days left for what?" Kiara asked. "Two days left to live." "What do y...what do you mean?" Her eyes shifted over to Zique not missing the horrified look on his face. "What a-are you guys saying?" "His curse Kiara...he's cursed remember...?" "But I-I...I didn't know he was cursed to die." "Well now you do..." Gabe looked away from her. "I'm leaving...card doesn't sound fun anymore." "B-B-But wai—" Zique stood from his seat. "I'll go with you...Damion you stay with Kiara...I'll be back in a minute." Zique walked pass Kiara on his way out of the living ro
“To whom do I owe this pleasure? Why are you here on my lands Nathaniel?”The old man glared at him. “Funny of you to ask me that when you had welcomed my daughter with open arms.”“Listen old man, I’m not in the mood for this. I have somewhere to be...if it’s really important, come back tomorrow I’ll welcome you then.”“Old man?! I barely made it 40 a week ago, I’m not old and whether you have time or not, you’ll listen to what I have to say...not tomorrow; now.”Zique rose an eyebrow at him, arms folding across his chest. “A challenge...? My pride keeps telling me to walk away and leave you, your daughter and that idiot sitting at the edge of the f*cking tree here...but I guess it’s better to get this over with. Speak.”“Good choice. My daughter...I really don’t know what she saw in you, but since you took her virginity...you shall complete the rest of the process.”“Her virginity? If your daughter was a virgin, I was one too.” Zique held up his pinky, pointing to the crease at the
“It doesn’t matter if it suits me. Whether I like it or not... it’s my fate, so tell me.”Jacob’s walking stick trembled as he stood to his feet. “I’m sorry son, but the fate I saw is not a pretty one. I saw a large puddle of blood and you were laying in it.”“W-What?” The crack in Zique’s voice was so blatant that anybody could hear it from afar. “Blood? Was it the curse? How did I die?”“I don’t know, son...but I do know that the heir you’re so desperate for is nowhere in your future. You’re a strong alpha, I thought you’d have survived this...I was sure you would.”“But I...I love her! And she...she seem to have some feelings for me too.”“Well it seems the feelings both of you acquired wasn’t enough to break the curse. I’m sorry son.”He turned to walk away, but Zique grabbed his shoulder. “Can the future not change? I want to live, I want it to change.”“Well there are cases, but it’s rare to escape death. Still I encourage you to try, perhaps I’ll get another dream, one where yo
Zique walked through his front door, hands stuffed in his pockets. His way back home seemed much longer than his way out, but perhaps it was because he was deep in thought; buried in a thick muddle of anxiety.He was a wreck and that was something he shouldn’t be. For years he had anticipated his death, the only thing he wanted before dying was a child and it was suppose to be the same now.However, it wasn’t. He didn’t want to die, his thoughts were completely different from back then because somebody else was included in them. Kiara...he kept thinking about her despite the fact that he shouldn’t.How would she feel after his death?What would she do?He had two days left to live, he knew that the only thing he should be thinking about was an heir and yet his head was full of someone who’s love couldn’t even save him from his curse.Sighing, his steps led him further into the house and then into the living room where he heard Gabe’s and Damion’s voice.As usual, they were sitting co
Zique laid and watched as the darkness around him turned into light. He didn’t sleep, he couldn’t. There was too much on his mind; the pack and of course Kiara.He was contemplating just what to do and how to do it. It was hard, he didn’t know what or rather who to care for more. The pack or Kiara; one of the two had to get hurt depending on his decision, and that’s exactly what made it so hard for him.He had hurt Kiara so much in the past, he shouldn’t even be thinking of hurting her again, but he was an alpha, his pack was suppose to be put even before himself.She had to be the one who got hurt...but he really didn’t want to hurt her anymore.Sighing, he turned to look at her beautifully sleeping form. She’ll probably cry more today than she did yesterday...his poor, little innocent princess...she’ll hate him.Shuffling closer, he clung to her, feeling pitiful, helpless and anxious. He loved her so much, she was the very reason why he wanted to live, to change his future and yet t
DAMION'S STORY “Get out…someone will be here soon…” “But I~” Damion glared over at the pack member who laid almost breathless beside him. He knew it was a possibility that she hadn’t yet recovered from the roughness he had bestowed upon her, but he didn’t care. He didn’t force her into his bed, she came willing and so she should go out willingly as well. “Did I by any chance ask you anything? I said to get out, you’re supposed to do just that, not talk back.” “I’m sorry Gamma, it’s that…my legs…they’re…” “Just go…” The omega that he failed to get the name of stood to her feet, her watery eyes glancing down at her shaking legs. There were bruises all over her body, red marks that gave away the fact that her life was not much long ago f*cked out of her. Her neck which he had squeezed so tight was plentiful red, her wrists which he had held above her head and even her hips that he had hooked onto while he hammered deep into her. He was sure she saw stars tonight, poor thing probably
Zique looked down at the crowd of people in front of him. He was standing on the podium, Kiara beside him and between them was elder Jacob. The crowd was silent, looking up with anticipation in their eyes.They had all been waiting for this, but Zique had waited far longer than they had. He was eager, his anxiousness was far too high. He had wanted this moment for so long, and now that it was finally time for it, he wasn’t even sure how to act.His lips were wobbling to stretch into a happy grin, but his pack was watching, and he’d seem too stupid in front of them. He had to keep the bliss he felt in, they couldn’t know just how fast his heart was beating right now and just how nervous he was.Kiara was going to mark him tonight, her mark was going to be on his neck and their bond would be much stronger than it already is. Three months had passed since their first appointment with the doctor and now Kiara was five months pregnant. Her baby bump was the cutest, she had put on weight, h
Zique held Kiara’s hand as they headed down the path towards the pack hospital. The woods were quiet since there was nobody else here, nobody but the trees and the animals that lived within and below them. The narrow patch of grass beneath their feet was trampled and dry, making it different from the healthy ones that grew beside it. It was really what defined their path because this particular section of the forest bed was dead due to how many times it had been stepped on.Zique’s steps were slow, Kiara’s too, they were both basking in the comfort of their company, the pack hospital wasn’t too far away from them, but Zique was probably the only one ecstatic to get there.Kiara on the other hand was still nervous about the results she was about to get. It was stupid, but she had her reasons. Zique had told her his story, told her why he had always wanted a son…and if she really couldn’t grant him one, why were they even mated?But what if there’s a chance that she had a child and it t
“He’s finally gone for goddess’ sake!” “You told him to leave…that’s why…” “What? Didn’t you want to be alone with me like I wanted to be alone with you.” Kiara looked over at him, her fingers fumbling the blouse she wore. “It’s not that…you see…Damion’s already so sad. So I thou~” Kiara paused when Zique shuffled even closer to her, his arm brushing against hers. “You thought?” “I thought…well I…I wanted t-to make him feel~” Zique twisted towards her, grabbing her waist and lifting her onto his lap. “Turn towards me.” Kiara’s hand gripped onto the thin material instead of just fumbling it, her legs reluctantly as she adjusted herself to face him. “Continue now, you wanted him to fell what?” “To f-feel comfor…” Kiara’s lips wobbled, her face going red and she could do nothing but hide it against his chest. “W-Why?” Zique’s arms hugged around her, pulling her even closer to him. “Why what?” “Why am I here…? On…on you when there’s a couch here.” “That’s obviously because I w
Zique walked into the house, trying his best to totally forget about what Gabe said. Kiara was already his, and more over, she would always be his. Was that why he pitied Gabe?He was five years older than Zique and yet he hadn’t found his mate, and now the first person he had ever showed feelings for was already taken. It wasn’t his fault, so Zique couldn’t really blame him…he probably fell when he least expected it.After all, Gabe wouldn’t be stupid enough to have willingly fell in love with someone he knew he couldn’t have. As he said just now, ‘the heart wants what it wants’, and it was true, for his seemed to have reached out for her.Zique could only hope that what he said after that was just as true ~that it wasn't hard to get over her~ because what else could he do but hope? He couldn’t condemn his best friend, couldn’t shun him…and he couldn’t hate him for something like this either.They’ve been through too much…and that was exactly why he didn’t want to bring up the fact t
“I won’t tell her.”“Well, I won’t f*cking tell her either.”“It’s better if you tell her.”“Zique can tell her his f*cking self!”Kiara stared at Gabe and Damion, squinting her eyes in confusion. Zique left a minute ago to get her strawberries and she was now in the care of these two. “Tell me what?”They looked at each other, then over at her, both shrugging at the same time. “Nothing…we’re not talking about you.” Gabe grumbled.“I know you were talking about me, you kept glancing my way.”“Well, that’s because…it’s because~”“No Gabe! Don’t let her force it out of you with that pretty look on her face.” Damion threw his arm over Gabe’s shoulder, turning him to face away from her. “We won’t tell you, Kiara!”Kiara tilted her head, delving even deeper into confusion. They were acting weird, weirder than usual. “What’s wrong with you two?”“Ask Zique…he knows.”“But…but…why can’t you tell me?”Gabe pushed Damion’s arm off of him and with a sigh, he took a seat beside her. “It’s nothi
“I want to talk first…about that ‘them’ you mentioned earlier.” Zique almost faltered at her words and somehow fear started to cave his heart again. Would she accept it? It was a question he couldn’t stop himself from asking. Nevertheless, he took a seat at the edge of the bed, running his hand down his face in frustration. He shouldn’t run from the truth any longer. She was already carrying his child, there’s nothing either of them could do about it now. Sighing he turned to face her. “You’re pregnant…” “M-Me…?” Zique’s fingers twitched, his nervousness becoming palpable. “I know you might not want this or rather, I know you might not want to have my child, but yes…you are…you’re pregnant with my child.” Kiara looked down at her covered stomach, confusion in her eyes. “But the doctor sa~” “The doctor lied.” “Then…Then~” “I know, I was a bastard to you because of that and I’m sorry. Instead of my pack that doesn’t care about me half as much as you do, I should’ve chosen you.
“I’m…I’m tired Zique…”Zique rammed into her again, hands holding tight to the gloves of her ass as she held onto him with both her arms and legs. “I know princess, this is the last round, I promise…”“Y-You said that a while ago.” Her finger scraped violently across his back, the tears from her eyes streaming down his shoulder. “It’s too much…”Zique sighed, his thrusts slowing to a stop. “I really promise it’ll end this time…I just don’t want to let you go…what if I do only to find out that you won’t want me again after this.”Kiara lifted her head off his shoulder to look at him, her back pressing against the wall behind her. “I will…”“Promise?”Kiara’s hands cupped his face as she nodded. “I promise…”“Alright, you promised…you can’t tell me you hate me anymore, you can’t tell me that you won’t forgive me, you promised…everything has gone back to normal, I can hold you if I want, I can kiss you and you won’t get upset.”Kiara nodded with a chuckle. “Yes, I know. You’re acting so
Kiara’s face pressed against the table as Zique’s hand sunk into her back, forcefully arching it. “Like this, Kiara…” His hand then ran down the length of her back, straight to her thighs, spreading them. “You look so sexy right now…” Kiara felt it when he pressed up against her and his hard on settling at the edge of her entrance surely not going unnoticed to her. Her cheeks flushed even redder, her body mentally preparing for what was about to come. “Are you ready, princess?” Kiara nodded, her legs trembling in need. She wanted him so bad that it ached, and now that it was finally going to happen, now that the pleasure she had awaited was so close, she could think of nothing but it. Her anticipation was at its peak, her desperation too, and the desire was running abundantly wild inside of her. “Hurry up…” Zique leaned down, his body pressing against hers. “You’re being impatient too…” Kiara could hear the smirk in his voice, he was teasing her, riling her up to a point where sh