Sebestian was watching Allen nervously during his first few bites, trying to pretend he was enjoying the food himself. In fact, he was too nervous to pay attention to the taste, other than finding it bland and lacking. He was chewing slowly, taking small mouthfuls with his chopsticks from each dish until he had tried every one of them. Only then did he tilt his head slightly to the side and give him a look of honest surprise. Allen's biological father came to meet her one day, apologized to Allen, and told her how he wanted her when he and her mother got divorced but couldn't. Because Allen's mother blames him for taking drugs, the court even ordered him not to meet Allen. Allen cried hard and hugged her father, and now she hates her mother even more, but when her father got to know about Sebestian, he was not happy. But he can't do anything but accept their relationship. It's been three years since he always came to meet his beloved daughter, bringing many gifts and food. Sebest
Continuation of Sebestian POV: Sebestian placed the damp cloth next to the sink and inspected the result of my work. "Allen", he said, when he was satisfied. "Come here." Sebestian had found that with their bodies, it was easier; they were simpler and less fragile than their minds. They didn't hurt at a mere word and didn't flinch when confronted with an unpleasant thought. They were direct and honest; they showed us what they wanted and what they needed deep down. All the doubts Sebestian kept having were wiped away when Allen pressed against him with a sigh and her finger started raking through his hair, massaging his scalp. "So, what do you think?" "It was OK", he whispered, enjoying the soothing circles of my fingers. "No, it was even better than OK. If I didn't know any better, I'd even say Dad likes you." We both smiled at her words. "Well, he has to, eventually", Sebastian said, letting his hands drop to her waist and pulling Allen even closer. "Because he's not going to
"I am going to fight for her again, Sam". Sam can hear determination in his brother's voice. Sam, who is now on tour with his bandmates, is talking to his brother; it's been a long time since they talked to each other. "Are you sure, brother? It's been seven years, you know, and you can't just." "She is my mate, Sam, my true mate, and I want her, and I hope you also realize your mistake soon." Sam didn't say anything, and he just cut the call; he doesn't like to talk about Monika. Not after what Sam did to her. Sam shook his head and sat on the sofa. He still had half an hour before the concert started. He smiles and remembers his first meeting with Monika. Flashback:- Sam POV:- If you've never felt like a ticking time bomb, it's unlikely that you'll be able to relate to any of my nonsense. If you never felt like you were about to get caught in the eye of a storm, the motherfucking storm being something made up only in your sick mind, then you won't get it either. Call me over-
Flashback Continioue:- "Since you already know more about me than all the people I'm forced to spend my days with, I guess it's just fair that I get to know what you're in here for." Sam questioned, deciding it was for the best to have someone talk if it meant he could distract himself from his own thoughts. "Anxiety and her two siblings: panic syndrome and insomnia" Monika answered dismissively, grinning as she watched the boy scrunch his nose in confusion. "You know, the typical sweaty-vomiting-freaking-the-fuck-out whenever you get slightly frustrated about something—or anything, really—and then you can't bring yourself to sleep because you can't get your stupid body to chill nor your brain to shut the fuck up for a millisecond, so 40 hours later and enough caffeine to murder an elephant, your body kind of just gives up and you end up... well, here, if you're lucky, it didn't give up for good." Monika finished in one breath, as if he'd been told this same history every day for the
One thing Sam also realized was that the other seemed to have developed some sort of crush on him. It was hard not to notice how she would blush when she got caught staring, or the way her breath seemed a little bit erratic whenever they had their bodies pressed together on the small sofa in the recreation room, or even her habit of always sharing Sam's cigarettes instead of simply asking for one. Despite his careless vibe, Sam was far from dense; actually, silent people are usually born observers who can take notice of the smallest details regarding their surroundings as well as easily see right through people. Up to this day, this ability hasn't really done anything for him other than provide a front-row view of the ugliness of this world and its people, which made life itself seem rather unappealing to him, despite all his efforts to enjoy it like a guy his age was supposed to. Nonetheless, now that he had taken an interest in anyone other than himself, it finally started to feel mo
It's been four months since Alex came back to his home town. It's been four months since Ashly left him without a message. It's been four months since Alex didn't see his mate. But one thing Alex understood in all those four months is that he did wrong to leave Ashly without any reason; even Alex has his own reasons, but still, Alex did wrong; he hurt Ashly more than anything and more than anyone. If only he could talk to Ashly and tell her his problems, he would be sure his mate understood him. But no, he didn't talk to her, and Alex didn't even tell her why he left her. He just hopes he can have Ashly back, even though it seems impossible. But he will try; their bond is still alive. Even though Ashly shuts down every emotion, Alex can still feel Ashly present inside him. "Are you sure she still wants you?" His stupid cousin asked him. Alex and Alvin are sitting inside the pack house. "Shut up, Alvin," Alex hisses; his cousin is really a pain in the ass. Alvin rolled his eye
"Then let me fuck you, Alex; let this omega woman fuck big bad Alpha like you." "What?" Alex mumbled in shock, half not understanding and half overwhelmed by Ashly's proximity and the heat and weight of her body as it pressed up against Alex. "You asked me what to do. You said you'd do anything," Ashly reminded him, her hand sliding up Alex's neck and into his hair. He would smell like Ashly later and would probably have to shower to get the scent off. "So let me fuck you, like you fuck me." It's rare for an omega to be top-notch; it's a rare case. It only happens when an alpha loves his omega more than anyone else, even more than himself. Alex's breath was ragged, and he was having trouble getting his eyes to focus. His inner alpha was practically purring to fuck Ashly. He leaned his head into Ashly's touch without thinking about it. It took him a second to remember the conversation and to parse what Ashly had said. "Give you what?" Ashly leaned closer, so her breath fanned over
Flashback about Monika and Sam before graduation: "Just a few more days, and you'll be off to college. And then we're both going to peruse our dreams," Monika asks her mate, both of them lazing around. Everything is going fine in Monika's life; she got a beautiful mate like Sam, and she got her sister back. But Ashly is behaving badly these days; maybe she is not well. "Yeah, but I'll be back for breaks. To meet you, you know it's my dream to study at a music university and be a part of some band," Sam answered her with a smile. "It'll be months." Monika asks again. "Hmm..." Monika doesn't say for a while, "I'll miss you." Sam turns his head slightly to look at Monika, who is lying beside him. Things are going to change. It doesn't matter how much he tells himself that they will remain the same. They won't. He just hopes nothing will go wrong. Yes, he loves his dream, but for Sam, his mate is also important. He heard how some celebrities hide their relationships; what if he n