Kian's POV It felt very odd to me that I hadn't checked the security footage to find out whom the killer was.It just occurred to me that ever since I installed it, I hadn’t really checked it for anything. My security team didn’t have access to it and only the trusted ones were aware of it.For a a matter this important to me, the idea that it skipped my mind was so ludicrous and far fetched that I found myself bothered by it.The anger I felt when I saw the vase broken had overridden my logical senses. I had made very hasty decisions. My mind flashed back to Lessia. I imagined what she was doing. How exactly she was coping, being alone in that darkness.That place wasn’t meant for a Luna. It was meant for thieves and criminals such as Maddox. Lessia had no business there, but I had our her there because I was angry.I heaved a sigh, collapsing on the desk I was leaning on, all my weight dispersing with the stress that weighed on my shoulders. On the desk was a computer. Somehow it
Lessia's POV "Water!" I breathed, as the warm drops of the life supporting liquid fell on my body from the shower. You wouldn't know what you have until you lose it. And right at that moment, the feeling of water once again touching my face and body, was a luxury I couldn't afford in the prison.I could feel and smell the damned odor of the cell I was in, washing off already. My eyes were still not so used to the light as I had stayed in that place without even the tiny bit of luminescence.The memories of the prison still stood out in my head. The darkness, the fear...and the disappointment. it wasn't the first time I had been locked up. But it was the first time I was being locked up by someone I truly desired and loved.And those nightmares made it a lot worse, especially the one I had imagined Maddox coming to take me back to his pack, I couldn’t get it out of my head no matter how hard I tried.I wished Kian knew the extent of damage his actions had caused me, locking me up for
Lessia's POVMy head was getting dizzy from staring all day at the four corners of my room, and then at the ceiling.Occasionally I would stare outside the window to get some fresh air that the room couldn't provide, then I'd get bored and tired again, and then go lay on the bed once more to stare at the window.All this, I was willing to go through so I wouldn't have to see Kian. To me it was far more worth while than having to walk on egg shells just because he was around. At first I had laid down on the bed, then started crafting for myself, very amazing situations with my imagination.I had done that before I finally got the gist that I was really just talking to myself and there was no sadder thing than that.For a change, as if I were being pulled towards the door to perhaps, step outside, I made a break for the door, and stood there, looking at it, contemplating if I should really just step outside and ignore Kian's existence as much as I could. But I doubted that I could re
Kian's POV: My ears seemed to be hearing the non existent as I took more steps into the Pack house. Either that or I had missed Lessia's voice so much that I was beginning to hear it bounce across the walls of the building. Maybe that was it, I was really just hallucinating. I didn't want to believe that was the truth so I sought out to quench my curiosity.She sounded happy, her laughter did way more than bring memories of her before the night I threw her in prison. It also brought questions to my mind. Her words were unintelligible, I couldn't make out any word she spoke."Who is she talking to?" I breathed to myself nervously. Shaking a bit with jealousy as I took every step forward, the sound of my shoes' sole clashing with the floor, resounding across the hall.The voices kept getting louder as I walked, and so was my heart beat, implying that I was indeed getting closer to the source. My curiosity raged on within me, threatening to tear my mind apart. Soon I reached my destinat
Lessia's POV His gazes were hard to hold. I kept staring away, stealing glances of the hall outside behind us. My mood was a conundrum of fear, shock, and a feeling of tension that rippled from right between my hips to my heart.My breasts were pressed on his chest, as he continued to pull me towards him. His fingers were cold on my skin, sending through me a shiver that shook me to the depths of my foundation.We were this close, yet our minds were miles apart, yet our worlds were different, even though they may have seemed to collide.I suddenly forgot about all the anger I felt. I wanted him, I craved for him, my wolf leaped for joy at his touch. His breath on my skin set me on fire. I was like a prey waiting for be devoured by her predator.I didn’t dare move, even if I wanted to, my legs were stuck, as every other part of my body all ready stood still, waiting for Kian to act.My heart was beating fast and I knew he was aware of it as his blue eyes penetrated deep within me. On
Lessia's POV He pressed on to me, whispering once more into my ears. His words gave me an electrifying feeling. "How do you want to be fucked?"I stuttered into his. "—A lot...I…I want you a whole lot. Wait, that’s not the answer to the question. I mean I want you to take me and—"“Relax, Lessia, he whispered into my ears. I have an idea on what you might want me to do, but you need to tell me so I can be sure.”“I just want you, Kian, take me already.” I couldn't hold myself. I was burning from within. All over me was a feeling of intense intoxication from within.He got up, grabbing me with those strong stone cold hands of his, laid me in a position where I could see his face. My sight falling once more on the perfection that was him, only got me into more sexual tension.I had been anticipating this for so long , but right now, I didn’t know what to expect.He stared wantonly as he split my legs wide open, kissing my thighs as he did so. I was wearing a skirt so he could now see
Kian's POV: I came not so long after she orgasmed. She was so different from how I'd expected. Tender, with a touch of innocence, even though she had a rather hard tale to tell about her life's experiences.I honestly didn’t know what I had expected at first, and I tried my best not to think about the fact that she was once Maddox’s sex slave and had shared a bed with him.I only harbored the thought that she was mine and mine alone, forever.I felt drained after the sex as I fell on the bed beside her, panting my lungs out. I knew she felt the same way; equally tired."Did you like it? Was it up to your taste?" I teased her. For some reason, I still felt she would reply me once again in an ice cold manner, considering the circumstance that led us to having sex.She took long to answer me, like she was thinking about it, getting me a bit nervous if she maybe, after the sex we had had just a while ago, reverted back to how she was.But to my surprise, she giggled. It sounded very high
Lessia's POV: I woke up to see Kian standing before me dressed up, like he was already leaving for work. His body looked as beautiful as it always had been. The light from the sun, stabbing through the window, shone on him, making him seem golden in my eyes.I glanced at the wall-clock to see how long I had slept. It turned out I didn’t oversleep, Kian just happened to wake up earlier. With the events that took place last night, I doubted that I would be leaving the room anytime soon.I smiled at him. I waited for a while, to see if he would by any chance turn around to return my smile. He did not. It seemed like he hadn't even noticed that I was looking at him, or that I was even awake."Good morning, love," I greeted, hoping to get his attention. He didn't reply me, nor did he even act like I had even said anything. It was troubling to me. Had I done something wrong? Or said something I shouldn’t have? I was both curious and perplexed.I had several questions play out in my head.