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. “
Kiara didn’t sleep even when she was dying to, instead she waited out on the porch alongside Damion until Gabe staggered through the gate hauling Zique behind him. “F*cking hell, Zique! At least try to walk.” Both Kiara and Damion got up, rushing over to them. “I can smell the alcohol from here…Jesus Christ Zique!” Damion grabbed Zique’s arm, helping Gabe on their journey inside. Kiara crept behind them like a mouse in the night, her hand gripping tight to her chest when for the very first time in her life Zique’s scent made her stomach turn. There was something about the alcohol that tainted it, it made her head hurt and her mouth water in an unpleasant way, it made he… “Let go!” Kiara’s eyes flashed over to Zique as he pulled away from Gabe and Damion’s clutches, staggering over to her. He didn’t look like himself, his eyes were barely open, his shoulders saggy and his steps weren’t as confident as they once were. “Kiara my princess…” Kiara stiffened when he grabbed her face. “Z
Zique rubbed his eyes as he got out of bed, totally ignoring the nails hammering in his head, he had drunk a ton last night, more than just five bottles. He had drank until his stress turn into pain and his pain into anger. He was also aware of the stupidness he did right after too. He could’ve been killed if it weren’t for Gabe.Somehow that man has always been the one to stop him from doing sh*t he shouldn’t and yet he was too stubborn to listen to him at times when he should.Walking out of his room, he sighed, heading straight down to where Kiara was. His rut was still bothering him, it had been hard to not just come home and curl on the floor beside Kiara instead of drinking.But three bottles in and he became numb even to the matebond. He had talked to the bartender as though the man was his best friend; told him things he wouldn’t have the pride to if he was sane, and had even begged him for advice.He had been f*cking gone! Even as Gabe dragged him home, he was still trying to
Kiara shrugged. “Probably…” “Yes or no, Kiara.” Kiara glared at him. “I don’t have to answer you, I’m not obligated to.” She walked towards the only exit in the room, gasping when his hands grabbed hers before she could run away. His question puzzled her even though it shouldn’t, did she hate him? She did…or rather she was supposed to, but… Kiara clenched her fist, no buts, she wouldn’t let her stupidity blind her. She hated him and even if she didn’t she’d work her way towards hating him. "Just answer me, please…I want to know.” Kiara nodded her head, her eyes not meeting his. “I do, I hate everything about you. I even hate looking at your face now.” “Really…?” he stepped closer to her and Kiara gagged when that scent from last night ran across her nose. It wasn’t as strong as it was last night, but she could still smell it. “Do you really hate me?” “Can you…” Kiara pushed at his chest, feeling nauseous all over again. “Can you give me some space…? Your scent, the alcohol…it’
Kiara sat nervously at the dining table, staring down at the food in front of her. Zique had suggested she ate first, it had been an unexpected suggestion, but he was probably right. If she didn’t eat now, then she didn’t think she’d be able to when she was done listening to whatever it is that he had to say. Picking up her fork, she dug it into one of the biscuits on her plate, bringing it to her lips. She took a bite out of it, the sweet and yet salty taste coordinating on her tongue. She chewed and swallowed, taking another bite. It was so hard to eat when anticipation was killing her. A part of her wanted to hear what he had to say and another part didn’t. What if it was something bad? Something that really prevented her from forgiving him? Something that would have her letting go of him even quicker. She was scared, but who wouldn’t be? The way he approached her was frightening, his words were too…he said he was scared too, so it had to be something unforgivable. Putting the
Kiara pulled her hand from beneath his, his words were stabbing like nails into her heart, he was unforgivably tempting her, coaxing her, leading her right back to him, and she had to put a stop to this before she eventually caved. “Zique stop this. I already told you…I’m done. You’ve hurt me too much.” She dropped her fork, sighing as she did so. “You left me in that prison Zique, left me for her. Did you think it wouldn’t hurt? I was bullied every day, the guard made it his duty to remind me of the fact that I was abandoned, and he was the one to tell me about your ceremony because you didn’t.” “Kiara I…” “No, I don’t want to hear it, I’ve put up with you for too long. I begged you Zique. I told you that I was sorry when you met me at the entrance of my cell. I had been more worried about you than I was worried about myself. ~‘Was he okay?’ ‘Would he hate me?’~ and yet all you could think of was turning your back on me. You left me Zique, I needed you…if not anybody else, I needed
One of Kiara’s legs hung over Zique’s shoulder, the other cocked against the table, leaving her completely exposed to him. His head was between her thighs, his lips doing the unthinkable. She couldn’t hold back her moans, not when his tongue kept rolling around her entrance and teasing her clit. It felt as good as she remembered, even better, and his scent, the very sight of his manly chest, it was enough to turn her on. She could feel slick leaking down her walls…she was wet, for the first time in a long time she was so open and vulnerable in front of him. She wasn’t sure if the decision she was making was the right one, but who could resist his charm? Who could pretend to be deaf after hearing such words? And who could pretend to be blind after looking into those eyes? She knew she couldn’t do it, her heart had constricted so many times as she listened to him and when he kissed her, her poor legs had gone completely weak. His lips were so gentle and sweet, his hands thick and warm
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