Ana finally let it out but maybe not in the best way. Will Roman follow? Please vote for this story! Thank you for the support!
-Roman- I was so shocked by what my little mate told me. I had not at all expected that, and I had no words to speak afterwards. Ana was shaking though as she spoke the words, and I heard the hatred in her voice. The one she had probably carried all her life. She told me she had been ten when she got burned, and all she had said was it was a house fire. Now she told me that house fire was intentionally. She told me lycans had come and killed her family and they had set her house on fire, almost killing her too. I couldn’t barely understand her words. Why had I never heard of this? Why hadn’t I been told of lycans going around killing innocent wolves? Or was her family not so innocent? I only seemed to have more questions, but my mate took off before I could ask her any and I was too stunned to follow her. Some things made sense though, like why she hated lycans. If she had truly witnessed her family get killed or at least watched the massacre afterwards, it really was not so surprisin
-Anastasia- It was so hard to just lift my head, but I was able to, and I could see King Roman come storming our way. He didn’t know Jackson was my cousin and I could see the murderous look in his eyes. Seeing another guy hold me in his arms was not something he liked. Jackson was so confused, though, as he saw the king coming our way. “L-Let me down,” I whispered to Jackson, hoping I could defuse the situation. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Can you really stand?” “I can stand…” Can we? I couldn’t say for sure if I could stand, but I wasn’t sure if I had much choice. The king looked at Jackson like he would rip him to pieces, and I was not going to let my cousin die because of an overprotective Lycan King who didn’t seem to understand that I wanted him far gone. I tried going in front of Jackson like a shield, but I was too slow. The king grabbed Jackson by the collar of his shirt, pushing him up against the car. I reached out because I almost got knocked over too and supported myse
-Roman- My mate had run from me once more. She had made me search the whole house for her, and I had not found her. But I had picked up her scent a little, and it hadn’t been long before I saw her being carried out of the house in the arms of another guy. It made that old ancient need rise in me again, but it wasn’t mating and marking it told me to do. No, it told me to defend what was rightfully mine and kill anyone and anything that tried to take her from me. I had really not expected her to see her being carried out of the house by a strange man, and I was ready to tear him limb from limb. Good thing he let her down, because then I could really get my hands on him and show him exactly why touching my mate was a very bad thing. He seemed so shocked though why I would react like this. But I was not going to explain anything to him. He had touched what belonged to me, so now I would kill him. Ana had called out to me, though, and I had not been able to ignore my need to go to her and
-Jackson- It was not that I was going to stand in the way of the king and my cousin being together. Really, I was more than thrilled that they had found each other. But I was still not sure how Ana felt, and what did I tell my parents? They would be as confused as I had been when I saw them together. Should I just let her go with him? I understood they were mates, and I was not going to tell them they could never be together. But I also knew my cousin. Wouldn’t she want to wake up in her own bed? Did she not want my mom around to be there to help her? It was clear the king was helping her. I wasn’t saying he wasn’t. But Ana was just a private and reserved person. I was not sure she would like to wake up in a place she didn’t recognize, and I definitely had some things to discuss with her, like why she acted drunk at the last party and lied to me. Was she trying to escape the king? And if she was, I couldn’t really allow her to go with him, could I? She wouldn’t want me to let them go
-Anastasia- I didn’t know what was happening around me. All I heard was mumbling voices, and some yelling sometimes. I couldn’t focus enough to make sense of the conversation, though. All I knew was I was holding onto to something warm and nice. Something that made me feel better than I had ever felt before. It made all the coldness disappear, and the nausea had decreased. I didn’t feel so dizzy or have the same kinds of blinding headaches. I felt just good and warm. I didn’t want to stop feeling like that. So, when I felt something pull on me, trying to get me away from the wonderful source, I complained, moaning a 'no' and holding on tighter. I did not want to let go, so I grabbed as tightly as I could onto whatever I was holding onto. I felt my nails grow longer, and I dug them deep. I didn’t want to let go! So I kept holding on and whoever tried to make me let go stopped pulling on me. I smiled contently and then clung to the warm source again. This was good. Very good, I thought
-Anastasia- I felt weird… but not like I usually did after having one of my episodes. I knew Jackson must have been able to bring me home. I had hazy memories of a car ride and I remembered the feeling of one driving over the road. Then I had been carried inside a warm house and laid on a bed. I really liked my bed. I had never liked my bed more. It was warm and smelled good. When had my bed started to smell so good? I was not sure, but I knew I had no interest in ever leaving it again. I remembered being fed a little food and tea, and I knew my aunt must have come to help me even though she had probably already gone to bed. She and my uncle had not joined the party. She was always ready to come and help me though when I had one of my episodes, and I was glad she didn’t mind coming and helping me. I couldn’t move when I had my episodes. I just felt sick and weak, like I had that night. I was in pain, memories flowing through my mind. I couldn’t always quite see what happened, but I ha
-Roman- I should have known when my little mate woke up that she wouldn’t be grateful. She wouldn’t be as sweet as she had been when she was feeling sick and vulnerable. She wouldn’t seek my comfort and support. No, she was once again the stubborn little wolf she was, who told me everything I couldn’t do and shouldn’t do to her. It made me quite annoyed actually, and it annoyed me even more when she lectured on me how I could help her, and that included not undressing her and letting her sleep in an uncomfortably tight dress. I hadn’t touched her, and I would never touch her in such a state. I just wanted to help her, but no, she made sure to let me know she didn’t like how I helped her. I made sure to let her know, though, how beautiful I found her. I wanted her to feel comfortable being naked around me. I would always love the sight of her body and adore every little inch of it. I meant I said when she at some point allowed me close enough, I would kiss it all. I would show her just
-Anastasia- I had not expected the king to kiss me after I had been so rude to him. But was it much different from when we were in the bathroom? Yes, he had also delivered a punishment, but it didn’t seem like he wanted to deliver any punishment when I was still recovering after last night. I was still a little weak, but I was definitely stronger than I had ever been after one of my episodes. It really was the king who had done that to me, right? He was the reason I was feeling so much more powerful? Why did he have to be the reason? Even the light kiss he left on my lips seemed to fill me with strength and new energy. Why was it he could do this to me when no one else had the ability? I really didn’t get it, and I wasn’t sure he had the answer. He didn’t know how cold I felt. He didn’t know how numb I felt. The king did not know how much his touch did for me, and what it made me feel. I wouldn’t tell because I could already see the smug look on his face as I told him, and he would d