Celia had set a clock in her mind to wake up in the middle of the night and she actual did. She had fell asleep on the floor moments ago and now when her eyes were open, her view was different. She wasn’t on the blankets on the floor, wasn’t covered from head to toe in the sheets she had taken from the closet. Instead, she was wrapped up in Xavier’s arms on his bed.
It was surprising, especially since she couldn’t pick up on when exactly he had changed her location, but the wolf within her was glad he did. The warmth that radiated from his body was more comforting than the one she got from the blankets, his scent was even stronger this way too, and tingles ran along her skin like hands.Celia pushed closer to him, basking in the beautiful sensation until she remembered just what she had woken up for. She was going to leave, straight out that window.He really shouldn’t have underestimated her, she could do things that some men couldn’t, and even though she hated leaving, she hated staying too.He’d only hurt her feelings, break her heart, she couldn’t let him cause her anymore pain, she was saving herself...from this...from him...Slowly moving away from him, Celia grabbed the hand he had wrapped around her, cautiously shoving it aside.After freeing herself, she sat up, shuffling as far as the edge of the bed before an arm circled around her waist. Frightened, she jumped, looking back at Xavier so fast that she almost had a whiplash. His eyes were open; barely, but she knew he could see her.She also knew that she shouldn’t be admiring his beauty in a situation like this, but she couldn’t help it. He was so perfect; with bed hair, hazel eyes and sleep all over his face. He could drive her mad any day, he really was too handsome to be true. His looks really could sway her. . . just like it previously had which why she needed to climb down that window and now too. “Xavi—"“I knew you’d do this...” His words sounded croaky, filled with rasp and all the sexiness in the world. “That’s why I put a lock on the window as for the door, I’m sure my men are out there...there are two extra wolves too.”Celia’s mouth dropped. “You’re lying.” She flung his arm from around her and walked over to the window, pulling away the curtains. He wasn’t lying, that heartless man really locked the window. She turned to glare at him. “Where’s the key?”“It’s safe wherever it is, go back to sleep or something.”Celia’s eyes narrowed even more. “I don’t want to go back to bed, I want to go.”“It’s in the middle of the night Celia, don’t start again.”“Don’t start, you locked the f*cking window, it all started when you did that.”Xavier covered his face with a pillow and groaned. “Please go to sleep.”Celia shook her head, running her fingers through her blond locks. Why was he so adamant on keeping her here? Why was he doing this? Why was he...?Celia’s breath left her lips in a sigh, her eyes dropping to the floor, she didn’t want to stay, not here, not anywhere near him. He had abandoned her for so long and now he wanted to keep her captive? There must be something behind it, he must have a reason and she was sure it was nothing good.He was probably looking for another way to use her again. He was playing nice, lifting her from the floor and wrapping her up in his arms like a baby, did he think she was a fool? That’s exactly what he did the last time; played in her hair, kissed her forehead, held her hand, went on runs with her...he was too good at pretending and she wouldn’t fall for his games again.She didn’t know what devil from hell forced her to step out of hiding to come here, but that damn demon was not at all on her side...it was on Xavier’s. But then again, Xavier was probably not really the alpha king’s son, but the devil’s...He was showing her the signs. “I’m not going back to sleep, not here.”“Celia, I told you th—”“I don’t care about what you said, I just want to go back.”Xavier pushed aside the pillow, his annoyed eyes finding hers. “Since you’re so determined, try the door, if you’re lucky, the guards might be sleeping.”Celia did not need to be told twice, she walked over to the door and pulled it open, closing it just a second later. Two men stood like soldiers in front of it, wide awake, leaving her no space to escape.“Are you ready to give up now...?”The mockery in his voice had Celia’s fist clenching as she walked over to the blankets she had spread out on the floor. She wouldn’t give into him, wouldn’t let him give her a reason to stay, she’d leave this place, even if it took tying him to his own bed.Just wait, Celia was not type of person to underestimate, determination was the world she lived in and her pride barely allowed her to lose.Xavier would be sorry, for he had only seen the good side of her.*******A/N// And walla...Celia is even more stubborn than Celeste😌🤧🚶what do you think she'll do and what do you guys think of Xavier so far?He's a devil...but he's so f*cking hot🤤that's my manCelia didn’t sleep, she couldn’t, her eyes remained open until the sun rose outside. She could see it through the curtains, hear as birds chirped and yet instead of thanking the goddess for life, she was condemning her. Why was she doing this to her? She understood that she had been a wicked little girl in her past, but couldn’t that woman see that she had changed? She had wanted so bad to leave this place last night and Xavier had made a mockery out of her because she couldn’t. She could hear his breaths, his constant sighs, he didn’t sleep either and Celia was glad. Bastard... Sitting up on the blanket, she stretched and forced a yarn for more emphasis. “Apparently there’s no rest for the wicked.” She then stood to her feet and looked over at him. He was laid on his back, sweat dotted all over his forehead as though he was drowning in a fever, Celia could care less, she wanted him dead anyway. “What now? You’re going to leave and latched the door from outside? You’re cruel enoug
“What did you call my son?” His voice was low, but it had this eerily dark chill to it. Celia wasn’t really scared, but she was a little intimidated. “X-Xavier...?” The man’s eyes flashed red and his hand came down heavily on the table almost throwing away the food stashed out across it. “I told you to take this god forsaken creature out of here, I’ll break her neck before this day ends. A rogue doesn’t belong here.” Xavier sighed, looking over at her. “Celia what did I—” Celia interrupted him looking over at his father. “And isn’t it ironic that ‘Xavier’ belongs here even though he was a rogue? I’m not a rogue, stop addressing me as though I’m a nobody because my scent is tainted, I have a pack, I wasn’t kicked out, I chose to leave.” “Then go back and leave my son alone.” “It’s your son that keeps holding me captive, I’d have left if he allowed it. Why don’t you tell him to stop keeping me here against my will? Tell him to let me go hom—” Xavier stood up abruptly, grabbing her
A drawled moan left her lips as he removed his teeth from her neck and his hand dipped even lower beneath her panty, grabbing onto one of her ass cheeks. “All mine now.” And Celia’s wolf howled with nothing but pride in her chest. He licked the tender mark, the sudden action making Celia tremble against him. She felt as though she was living in a world of bliss, her arousal was so thick in the air and slick now coated her walls in gallons. She wanted him, she had wanted him for so long and no— “That was to make sure you stay and this...” He lowered her drawers until it fell down to her ankles. “Is to make sure you stay too.” Celia’s eyes glided up to stare into his, the torn shirt falling right off her shoulders. “Why...? Why do you want me to stay?” “Because...” Xavier trailed off, his dark eyes dropping down to her beautiful firm breast. “Because I can’t con—” Both Xavier and Celia turned towards the door when two knocks sounded from it. Within seconds it was pushed open and Xa
Xavier didn’t come back for a while and Celia contemplated using this time to run away until she eventually found herself sneaking down the stairs. She tried to be quiet and yet every move she made had the freaking steps creaking loudly; damn ugly old boards... The noise certainly didn’t stop her though, what did was a tiny voice that came from behind her when she ascended another floor. “Hey...” Celia turned towards the voice, finding the omega from before standing behind her. She looked so innocent, much like Celeste...but that honestly was what made her a threat, one that Celia had to somehow annihilate. “Hi?” “I’m...I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t know th—” “I think you did...” Celia interrupted. “Was your nose clogged?” The girl shook her head, her hands clenching by her sides. “I-I...I wasn’t paying attention, I was ju—” Like the bully Celia was, she chuckled. “Yeah right, I bet you wished it was you...but you see, it won’t ever be you.” She turned her neck, showcasing t
Celia really hadn’t said a word to Xavier after their little heated conversation. She sat in her little corner, stretched, yawned and turned away from the food he brought her until she fell asleep against the walls. Xavier sat and watched as she did the most, honestly frustrated and bored. She was overreacting, he knew and he hoped she knew it too. He did nothing wrong, well except for keeping her here against her will and well...okay, he shouldn’t have done it and he shouldn’t have said what he said. He had made a promise to himself to make this as painless as it could be for her and yet, he was hurting her. He needed a Luna, and he couldn’t just give her position to somebody else. It was hers, but then again, by the goddess, wasn’t he suppose to be hers too? Running a hand through his head of black hair, Xavier sighed. He had spoken to his dad, he knew she was somebody he had known in the past, but he didn’t know exactly who she was. He still wanted her out of the pack and had eve
It was dark, blood; there was so much of it, it coated his hands, his bare skin and ran in gallons from the bodies laid dead in front of him, and yet still there were protesters scattered like ants across the fields. He walked up to them, and even in his sleep, he felt it; the extending of his claws, tearing into the sheets. He kept twisting, kept turning and sweat damped his body as his deeds haunted him... ‘Help me!’ ‘No!’ ‘Please I beg you!’ ‘Don’t kill me...I...!’ Xavier whimpered in his sleep, his mind filled with torment, his heart with pain. ‘I’m innocent!’ ‘I said nothing!’ ‘You’re a demon, no king, a demon from hel—’ In swift movements, his hand reached forward, swiping the woman across the neck, blood sprayed and the screams from bystanders had him jolting up out of his sleep. His eyes shot open and with them, he looked around, realizing that he was not outside on the fields, but in his bedroom. He looked down at his hands, trying but failing to retract his claws.
Celia twisted on the blanket or at least aspired to. The sheets were tangled over her body, the blanket ruffled beneath her, but she was sure that it was none of them that restricted her movements. Xavier’s scent was strong beside her and the weight of his arm was prominent over her waist. It was him, the bastard who had hurt her feelings and her pride yesterday. Opening her eyes, she squinted at his sleeping form. For a bastard, he looked innocent...well maybe not innocent, he looked like the devil he was, a hot monster that she really wanted to eat her up. He had always looked that way, since the very moment they met he had taken her heart in the palm of his hand and had yet to stop squeezing it. She wished that the words he told her last night were true, she wished she could believe them. He said he was trying, to get over Celeste, to be with her, but when was it going to happen? When was he going to show her that he really did try and succeed? Celia sighed, leaning in to rest h
“I hope you won’t rile me up and turn your back on me again...” Xavier shook his head. “I won’t, trust me.” He closed the closet and walked over to sit on the bed. “We’re suppose to go down for breakfast, but I doubt you’d want to go after what happened yesterday. I’ll mind link the omegas not to come up, they will if they don’t see us at breakfast...moreover, the one yesterday was audacious enough to open my door without me telling her to.” “She’s new.” “I know, dad’s trying his best to make me change my mind, I won’t though...I’m conscious of that.” “Well I’m not...” Celia’s eyes were still focused on his chest that was yet to be covered. “Will you not put on a shirt?” “What’s the sense? Am I not going to have to take it off again?” The insinuation of his words had Celia’s clit convulsing. “I guess...” She could feel as her wetness became even more damped, her little fingers gripping the sheets tighter. She wanted to be taken now, ravished; three years, she went without f*ckin