A/N// How to get rid of my tears? How to stop them from falling. I’m getting too emotionally attached to my own book even when I know this would happen from the very beginning. Poor Kiara, I wish you happiness my character. Anyways, YOUR THOUGHTS, YOUR GEMS♡(ӦvӦ。)
Kiara was led back down the same path she thought she’d never be able to walk again. She felt weak, weaker than she’d ever been and not just physically, mentally as well. She felt drain, felt like a living zombie or rather a puppet. Nothing she did was ever her choice, she was always being controlled. ‘You’ll stay here and if one day you decide you want to leave, you’ll be dead before you cross the border.’ ‘’It’s not about what you want, whether you want it or not, we shall conceive a child.’ She never had a choice in matters that concerned her life, she had a mouth, but it seems she didn’t have a voice. Now it was the same, she had begged not to go back, but it seems Zique couldn’t hear her. He had always been deaf to her words and blind to her pain. The only person he really listened to was himself and he cared not about who the decisions he selflessly makes hurt. Cruel, he found himself a new mate and expects her to stay with him in the same house they had established their re
Kiara stayed in the bathroom for long, washing the guard’s touch off of her body as well as Zique’s. According to her, they both were the same; forced.There was nothing that painted Zique any different from them, in fact, he was worst. They were guarding hundreds of cells, but Zique was only guarding hers. How c—“Hey, Kiara! Are you alright in there? It’s been over an hour.”Kiara looked at the door, knowing just who stood behind it. It was him; her prison guard, which was exactly why she kept her mouth shut despite the worrisome question he had asked. Why did he suddenly care now?He hadn’t before, so why did he keep apologizing?And why did he keep looking at her with such a sympathetic gaze?She might be pitiful, but she didn’t want pity, not from him. “Kiara...” the door knob twisted, but before he pushed it open, he gave her warning. “I’m coming in.”And he did just that, his obsidian eyes glancing around until they found her laid in tub. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”Kiar
Kiara buttoned the top of her dress, taking a seat in her old room. She didn’t miss this place, all she had missed while being in prison was Zique’s bedroom and his arms. However, now she dreaded going near that awfully familiar room. It withheld too much of the past, memories of them were engraved against the walls, on the bed and even on the floor, memories she did not want to remember. She hated them, every snippet of the past, he had used her in more ways than one. He played with her mind, her body and her heart and he expected her to happily smile when he hugged her and not cringed when he apologize repeatedly or utter to her words of worry. If he had been worried about her, he wouldn’t have considered a rejection and he wouldn’t have announced a mating ceremony that did not in anyway include her. Why was she even here? Why was he not with that red haired girl? It was her that he wanted from the very beginning, he had sex with her while Kiara was patiently waiting for him at h
Kiara’s eyes fluttered open, greeting the ceiling of the living room. For some reason, her body felt warm, wholly encased by Zique’s scent and there was something heavy pressing against her arm and waist. She twisted to take a look, finding Zique in a sitting position on the floor by the sofa she laid on, a blanket stretched from her to him. His arm was around her waist and his head was pressed up against her as he slept. Kiara wasn’t sure what he expected to gain by clinging to her so dearly, but it wouldn’t do him any good. These tingles she felt and that innocent look on his face, it wouldn’t make her change her mind. She hated him, loathed him for so many reasons and the fact that he was so desperate for forgiveness didn’t mean she had to give it to him. Turning away from him, she grabbed his hand, trying to unwrap it from around her, but her movements froze when his hand locked around hers. “Kiara....” The whispered words had Kiara’s body stiffening. They sounded so vulnerable
Kiara pulled her hand from against his chest, his heart was beating as fast as hers and somehow the pace had her thinking that maybe he really wasn’t lying this time. That look in his teary eyes and the vulnerable expression on his face...she couldn’t do it, she couldn’t just tell him she wouldn’t forgive him after he practically begged her not to...Time...he said he needed time, but how much of it?Kiara didn’t know what to do, how to feel...he was going into depth about his past now, about his feelings, it was almost impossible for her not to pity him, for her not to think of believing him, but should she?Kiara shook her head. She knew she shouldn’t, believing Zique always ended with a heartache. She had cried so many times because of him, everything between them had always led to chaos, so why?Why reignite with the pain and the suffering all because of something as useless as love. It wasn’t a lie he said, but that contradicted against his previous words.‘I guess my white lies
Kiara dallied around the living room until Gabe came. He brought her a small, plastic container of strawberries and that same old boring look on his face. It was his usual look, but since she saw that he could smile last night, she wish he’d do it more often. “You slept well last night, right? You didn’t move an inch when I was leaving...you were probably deep in sleep. Me on the other hand...” he glared at her. “I couldn’t sleep a wink for the first time in my life!”“Why? Because of me?”“No, because of me.” The words were obviously sarcastic, it was indeed because of her. “I was a little worried about you, I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want Zique to actually throw me out either, so I left willingly.”“I understand...” she reached for a strawberry from the container they were neatly packed in, bringing it to her lips. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’m fine.”“If you looked fine, then I’d have nothing to worry about...but you don’t look fine Kiara. If you want to go out,
Zique was utterly flabbergasted. What did he mean by that? The words weren’t properly processing. Kiara was pregnant? The doctor…? The doctor lied? Then was everything he did really for nothing? He had put Kiara through all that pain even though she was already carrying his child and he had called her useless, degraded her, pretended not to love her all for a cause that had already been fulfilled… F*ck! What was this? Another punishment from the goddess? He had locked up a pregnant woman and one that was carrying his child, he had sinned, greatly; sinned against both his mate and child. Kara hated him already, when she found out about this, she would hate him even more, after all he had named her something she was not… Infertile…He had called her infertile, told that she could do nothing for him if she couldn’t give him a child and…and… Zique bit his lips, an anxious feeling running right through him. How would she react when he told her? Would she cry again? Would she even want
The morning turned into afternoon, the evening into night and Zique still didn’t come back. Kiara wasn’t worried, she wasn’t, she wasn’t, she wasn…or perhaps that’s what she kept telling herself. Her mind wouldn’t stop running right back to him, he slept on the floor for her last night and yet disappeared right after…why? Had he given up? So easily? She didn’t know the reason behind the bad feeling that had weighed down on her since he left or the knots in her stomach either. Something wasn’t right, something wasn’t right with him. Turning to Damion and Gabe who sat beside each watching TV, she sighed. “Is Zique okay?” Gabe turned to stare at her, his eyes almost seeming dead. “Do you even have a reason to care?” Kiara shook her head. “But something doesn’t feel right, I feel a little anxious…I feel like something’s wrong.” “Then I suppose I should go look for him. He left in anger and Zique has always been known to f*ck up every time he gets angry.” He stood up from his seat. “
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