AthenaI knew my actions had driven Cameron away, and maybe there was no fixing the mess I’d made. But what other choice did I have? The sadness was a constant, sharp ache swirling inside me. Also, conflict raged in my mind. Had I made the right call? Why the hell was I the only one carrying the weight of his safety?Shouldn’t he give a damn too? He was the one in danger if we stayed together, not me. Yet here I was, feeling like the entire burden was strapped to my back.And for what? Because I loved him? Maybe that’s what love demanded—being selfless, sacrificing what I wanted for the sake of someone else. But damn it, how much sacrifice was enough?Love wasn’t supposed to mean breaking yourself down, piece by piece, until there was nothing left. Yet, here I was, trying to convince myself that letting him go was the noble thing to do. Was it really love, or just fear? I loved him too much to watch him die. Or maybe I was just too damn scared to face the possibility. That was the
A/N: I'm so sorry for the mixup in chapters 75 and 76. It has been corrected but will take a day or two for it to take effect. Athena The days blurred into one miserable, suffocating haze and dragged me deeper into the pit of despair. Every morning felt darker and heavier than the last, as if the sun had lost interest in shining on me altogether. Most of the time, I just curled up under my sheets, the curtains pulled tight as though I could block out the world and all the reminders of what I’d lost. Talking to anyone? Forget it. Unless they had a direct hotline to the Goddess herself, they could all stay the hell away from me.I had one focus—finding a way out of this mess, a way to get some divine intervention that might save both Cameron and me. If I wasn’t curled up in bed, spiraling into dark thoughts, I was glued to my computer screen and desperately researching anything at all, that might connect me with the Goddess.I combed through ancient texts, blogs, even random consp
Cameron I tried to keep things normal, but it was damn hard with the rejection ceremony looming over me like a storm cloud. No matter how much I tried to focus on Barbara, who carried my child, my mind kept circling back to Athena. Barbara, always a pest, insisted I drive her to the clinic for her weekly checkup. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I was going to be a father. It should’ve brought happiness, but instead, breaking the bond with Athena weighed heavier on me than anything else. “You keep frowning,” Barbara said with a lazy tone. “And you better stop with the road rage. I’m too young to die.” I clenched my jaw and hissed under my breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter. I couldn’t wait for this to be over, just to get some damn peace. Barbara, realizing I wasn’t in the mood to answer, tried a different tactic.“Have you thought of any names for our baby?” she asked, popping open a bag of chips.I fought the urge to roll my eyes. How could she expect
AthenaTonight marked the full moon, the night of the rejection ceremony with Cameron. The thought alone felt like swallowing glass—jagged and brutal, cutting away any shred of comfort I had left.No joy hid in the shadows of this night. Only a thick, crushing hopelessness pressed on me, making every bone feel unstable and every step heavier. My whole body trembled like I was walking straight toward my own death.So, this was real.My parents stood nearby, watching me with faces heavy with sorrow, knowing full well the pain this ceremony would leave behind. Their eyes mirrored my pain and they knew that what we’d come here to do would shatter me and change me in ways I wasn’t prepared for. My mom's hand lingered on my shoulder.I wore a simple white dress—loose, in soft cotton, with embroidery around the bust. It felt like a mockery, this innocent white garment, as if dressing me like a sacrificial lamb somehow made this easier.With every step toward the clearing where my pack waite
AthenaSeeing Cameron here crushed me, like my heart had been wrung out and left to dry. He had actually shown up, and we were really going to go through with this bond-breaking ceremony. He stepped forward, and the drums faded, leaving only hushed whispers from the crowd.“Oh my God, he’s here,” Mia murmured in despair. “You two are really going to do this?” Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, as if pleading with me to reconsider. Her gaze cut right through me, screaming that this was a massive mistake. Of course, I knew that, deep down. But what choice did I have? What other path was left?Cameron kept walking closer, each step as heavy as a stone dropping in my chest. He stopped in front of me, his presence cold and distant. His father, the king, stood nearby, watching without expression.“Let’s get this over with,” he said, voice devoid of any warmth. I’d never seen him like this—no trace of pain or sadness, just a cold, flat look in his eyes, like he’d shut down completely.“I
Athena “You’re so delicious my love,” Cameron said as he took off my bra and then proceeded to lick down the length of my neck and nipped at my shoulder with his teeth.“Did you know the torture I went through staying away from you?” he mumbled against my skin.His breath was hot on my neck, sending a shiver through my body. He nibbled on one of my nipples gently, pulling slightly on it His delicious touch made me want to squeal with delight and giggle hysterically. He continued undressing me until I was completely nude before he gently lifted me onto the bed, positioning himself on top of me.His shaft teased my entrance, rubbing without entering and I groaned, making him laugh. “I'm dripping wet for you,” I managed to say. He kissed me passionately and his tongue flicked along mine, exploring every inch of my mouth greedily.He was like a wild animal, taking me. Ravenous for more of my body, making me moan and arch into him in pleasure.Our tongues danced together and his soft moa
AthenaCameron and I had slipped into this easy, almost annoyingly perfect rhythm as we’d magically cleared every problem. We hadn’t officially moved in because I clung to my space, but let’s not kid ourselves—we lived together. Our closets looked like they’d merged in some weird domestic experiment, with his shirts tangled up with mine and shoes scattered together like we’d been cohabiting forever. I even bought matching coffee mugs and double bathroom essentials for us.Nights blurred together, filled with board games, wine, and that cozy comfort of two lovers loving each other. Cameron had this stash of rare vinyl, and he’d throw one on, pulling me into spontaneous dances in my living room. Just us and the music, lost in the moment. And let’s not get started on the love notes he stuck on the fridge. Each one was a cheesy line that somehow worked, my daily dose of warmth that reminded me how much he cared. I’d find myself grinning like a fool at the lingering scent of his cologne
CameronSeeing Coach Francis’s number flash across my screen made my stomach twist. Lately, just the thought of playing left me feeling afraid, like my passion for soccer had evaporated since Athena came back into my life. But the buzzing wouldn’t stop, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. With a reluctant sigh, I finally picked up.“Where the fuck have you been?” Coach Francis’s voice thundered through the line, cutting through any excuses I might’ve had lined up.“Coach, sorry. I needed a break,” I mumbled, already cringing at my weak attempt to lie.“A break?” he scoffed. “You’re a superstar, Cameron. Superstars don’t just ‘take breaks.’ You’re at the top of your game, for crying out loud! In five, maybe ten years, you’ll be talking about retirement—not acting like a rookie.”I rubbed my temples. “I know, Coach. I just got some personal stuff I need to work through.” “Cameron, the club thinks you’re losing it. They’re starting to question if you can hack it without the team holdin