I tried pushing that person away, but I couldn't. Weakness was taking over me. Every move I tried to make was restrained. I couldn't see straight and no matter what I did, I couldn't get away from that person.
“Where the fuck do you think you're taking her?” That voice was familiar, but I couldn't determine whose it was. All I knew was that I was safe again.
“She's my girlfriend. She came with me and she's going with me. Back off.” No, I wasn't his girlfriend. I didn't know that person. I tried to say anything, but I couldn't. My tongue felt heavy.
“And you decided to drug her!” Before I could process what was going on, I heard screams, and the person who held me let go. I thought I would fall because my whole body was unstable, but somebody else caught me. What was happening?
“Fuck! Priya, can you hear me?” Was that Dinah?
“Xander! Stop! You're going to kill him!” That was Rowena’s voice.
“Man, stop! She's fine! She's safe!”
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Thankfully, Jorah was there at the right time, but that doesn't seem to be stopping Xander from feeling guilty. Don't forget to review and comment! Your opinion matters! Published on May 14th, 2021 Sara
The sunrays made contact with my face, waking me up from the deep sleep I was in. I felt myself holding something— or someone. I opened my eyes and saw Priya sound asleep in my arms. I smiled a little to myself at how adorable she looked in my embrace. Her face was buried in my chest and her arm was thrown lazily around my torso. When she asked me last night to sleep beside her, I was slightly hesitant. At the end of the day, I was a man and she was a stunning girl. While we were dancing at the club, I wanted to kiss her, to take her away from everyone and have her for myself, but I had to remind myself that she wasn't eighteen yet. I had to remind myself that although she didn't remember who she was, she was still healing and maybe a bit traumatized and she probably wasn't sure of any choice she made. Every move I made was preceded by her consent, but even her consent wasn't enough at that moment because she wasn't fully okay. She still had a long way
Nobody was at home. I had the whole place for myself, but I didn’t enjoy the place when it was this empty. It was boring. Rowena added life to the place and as for Xander, he added… excitement. He made my heart perform backflips whenever he was around and he never failed to make my stomach erupt with butterflies. I made my way to the kitchen to pour myself some juice and I found Sorrel there. Whenever she was around, I didn’t feel comfortable. “I see that you’re falling for the Alpha,” she commented and I had to suck in a breath. Was I? I shouldn’t fall for him. I had to acknowledge the fact that this wouldn’t end up well, yet I wasn’t doing anything. “I’m not falling for anyone,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I was speaking the truth or I was in utter denial. “Whom are you lying to? Yourself?” She let out a sarcastic laugh. “Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” I snapped. She was way out of line and I didn’t appreciate the way she sp
“Are we doing this correctly?” Xander asked me as we chopped the vegetables mentioned in the recipe. “Is there a wrong way to chop vegetables?” I wondered as I cut the yellow pepper into long slices. “You have a point.” He chuckled. “Cutting onions is the worst! I don't like how my tears are running uncontrollably,” he huffed, making me laugh. “I don't even know what I'm crying about!” “I got scissors, you got paper. You lost. End of discussion,” I teased him and put the pepper in the pan. After lots of complaining from Xander and me teasing him about how his eyes were watery and red, we put all the vegetables in the pan and we kept stirring them in the cup of oil we added before putting the vegetables. “Just a pinch. Don't add too much!” I instructed him as he added salt, pepper, garlic powder, and paprika. “Okay, you go boil the water for the pasta,” he told me and I nodded. This was fun. Having dinner at a fa
Four days had passed and Priya hadn't talked to me ever since that night on the roof. It was perfect, but it was dream-like and I was aware that it would turn into a nightmare if I didn't act rationally. She didn't understand that this was all for her own good. She thought it was easy for me to do that to her, but it wasn't. I was adding salt to fresh cuts while telling her that we had to stay away from one another. It was painful to see that look in her eyes. Terribly painful that I wanted to inflict on myself the same pain I made her go through. It was almost impossible for me to just stop kissing her, to take my hands away from her body, to tell her that kissing her and holding her was a mistake. She thought I didn't see her blue eyes that I had grown to adore glisten with tears. I hated myself for doing that to her, but this was for her own benefit. I couldn't do that to her. Even if she hated me for doing that to me now, she was going to be thankful later. When
I hugged my knees tighter to my chest as the thunder rocked the sky, causing me to flinch in my place. It was hard to control how I felt. The lightning brightened my dark room, sending fear down my bones. A sob escaped my mouth as my whole body shook in pure fright. I didn’t know that I was that scared of storms. I wasn’t just scared. I was petrified. My heart was about to stop at any given second. It was my first time to experience a storm like that since I woke up and found myself in Silver Moon Pack. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore how my heart was thumbing and just when I thought that I was starting to calm down, the thunder shook the sky again. I was trembling in fear. A hazy image appeared before my closed eyes of myself in a place that resembled a cell. I slowly shook my head and let go of my knees and reached for one of the pillows on the bed. I couldn't even hold the pillow properly because of how my fingers were violently shaking. I held it tighter
Did I really want him to do the search I had asked him to do? Was I ready to find out which pack I belonged to? What if I was a member of Crimson Pack? What if I was an abused member? Was I ready to return to the abuse I had apparently escaped from? Was I ready to give up the comfort and care Rowena and Xander showered me with? And if I was a criminal, was I ready to get back to jail? Maybe this was like giving me the chance to have a new start. I placed both of my hands on the back of my head, attempting to silence my screaming mind, but this was hard. No, this wasn't happening! I wasn't ready to get back to any sort of abuse or mistreatment or even a cell if I was a criminal! I was granted a chance to start over on a silver platter and I was going to take advantage of that opportunity. I was going to accept that new identity I was given. I wasn't going to fight it anymore. To hell with my memory and my old identity. I quickly got up from my place and rushed through
She was right there in my arms and she was mine. Temporarily mine, but I was willing to accept that. If this was the only thing I was allowed to have with her then I would foolishly take it, accept it and live on its memory for the rest of my life. “Are you ready to go home now?” I asked her, gently playing with her long hair. She nodded with a beautiful smile on her face. When I left her in the woods on her own, I was a little reluctant, yet I didn't want her to feel confined. I didn't want to suffocate her. I lied when I said I heard her calling my name. I didn't. Mirk did. By the time I was already out of the woods, Mirk kept telling me to go back. I thought he didn't want to be around people, so I ignored him, but he pushed and pushed until I had no other option but to go there. He told me that Priya wasn't okay, so I went to where I left her and she wasn't there. Fear found its way to me and I allowed Mirk to take control. I allowed him to tell m
It all felt like a dream. A beautiful dream I never wished to wake up from. Yesterday felt so good. It started with me being angry and ended with me sleeping in the arms of the handsome Alpha I couldn't get out of my head. When I woke up the following day, everything seemed so good. Almost perfect. I woke up before him, but I couldn't get out of bed. He was holding me firmly in his strong embrace, preventing me from moving. I didn't mind though. His hold was comfortable and soothing. I gently played with his jet black hair and I felt him shift a little, so I stopped. “Why did you stop?” he rasped. His morning voice was so sexy. It made my knees go weak. “I thought you didn't like it,” I murmured but went back to playing with his hair since he seemed to like it. “It feels so good.” He smiled a little as he closed his eyes. “Are you planning on having a lazy day?” I wondered. “I wish I could, but I can't. There are many things I need to