Lips brush on top of mine and I suck in a sharp bretsh, trying my best not to give in to the temptation of kissing him. Of lunging forward and capturing his rough and bitten lips between mine. I wanted to taste his lips and tongue and I wanted to let him devour me as he knew to do best, but I had to control myself."Even if I understand, that doesn't mean I trust you, Killian." I answer and I can feel him smirk.His lips catch my bottom one and he tugs at it playfully before locking his mouth on top of mine and kissing me forcefully, ignoring my little pleas and struggles. The man took what he wanted, when he wanted and at some point I'd have to get used to it and make peace with myself. This man was a conqueror. He would not expect me to bend to his will without a fight, but he did not care much for my fight and struggle. He took what he thought belonged to him.Instead of pulling away, he deepens the kiss, tilting his head to the side, his tongue invading my Mouth and waging war aga
It's clear she has no intention of calming down and I know that whatever I had to say is useless right now. Yes. I did plan everything, but not out of selfishness. I did it because I wanted to have enough time to grow close to one another. And keep her safe. Safe from the madness that was about to be unleashed. Plots and schemes were not something only I did. I could not allow her to be close to those who call themselves my family. She was not welcomed within it and I did not want to constantly worry about her well-being. So, the heart of the pack was the safest spot I could think of for now.Im not sure she'd understand or even bother to listen to me if I told her these things. I'm not sure she'd bother to consider things through before she starts grabbing the pillows off of the bed and throwing them my way."Get out!" she yells, with tears streaming down her face, choking on her own sobs as she throws random things towards me.My heart feels heavy and I know u have done something th
It was odd to see that I was not given the opportunity to do the smallest of tasks. He didn't even allowed me to cook. Why? Because he was eager to prove himself? Was he eager to buy me? Did he truly think that a cooked meal would do this?I sit in silence as I watch him feel the potatoes and smash the garlic. He doesn't say much either. He's really focused on the food and he doesn't give me snarly comments either. I want to help. I truly do! But instead, I turn on my heels and walk back into our bedroom. I had to get used to the fact that this would be our home from now on. For how long though? Will we really live here from now on? My heart tightens as I look out the windows to the unending water and I feel, once more, small and lacking.This whole place was a piece of a castle. Even if it looked like nothing but a wooden cabin, the walls were thick and insulated, the furniture was still expensive as fuck. The woodframes, the wooden furniture was all hard wood stained in dark brown c
As I pick my outfit for the day, a wave of nausea crashes over me and I suddenly catch hold back the whole meal he had cooked for me. The hanger with the pretty skirt I had picked falls on the floor as I dash for the bathroom, past the man who was buttoning up his shirt. I crouch over the toilet bowl and I understand this is how my life is going to be from now on.Not pretty. Definitely smelly and unkind, but there was not much I could do. I had to wait it out, didn’t I? I hear Killian’s hurried footsteps behind me, but I lean in and close the door before he can barge in and see me like that. All sweaty, throwing up into the expensive toilet bowl he had bought for this place.A few strands of hair stick to my face and I feel even worse when I think that I need to get up and get moving. Everything felt like a chore right now. A boring, tedious chore that made me feel queasy. Was this some sort of bad karma? What did I do to deserve this? Eventually, I get up and flush the toilet, clos
A few days pass and with each day, I think I can handle the nausea better. The supplements and medicines are really helping but I'm also sure that part of it it's due to the lack of anxiety and anger that I experience everytime he was near. And he was near a lot. There were no business calls. There were no meetings. He was jus I here, all the time. And I was growing fond of seeing him.To my surprise he didn't ask for anything off of me. He didn't ask for sex. He didn't ask to get psychical... He was just here, always alert and ready to help me if I needed something. It was a bit incapacitating since it felt as if he didn't trust me with anything, but it was also sweet because I could see him take responsability and that made me think he was going to be a good father.I still had not made my mind about keeping the child or not, but I knew it was going to settle soon. I just had a feeling of what my decision would be, but I was a little afraid to speak it out just now, because somehow,
The front door of the house slams closed and with it, all my courage dies. Tears swell in my eyes and I am chocking in my sobs. I had told him! I had told him that going to the pack doctor was a mistake! I had told him we should have waited a little more until breaking the news to everyone? No one believed me! No one believed that my only partner has been him -Fucking omega genes and their fucking fertility rate! Why?! Why did it have to come down like this?! Why did I have to be in the middle of such a shitty thing? Why were people so mean and shitty here... How did I end up in this mess?! WHAT DID I MARRY INTO ?!Killian is tense too and he hesitates to come to me. And I feel alone and abandoned right now, because I could really use some comfort. His fist hits against the wooden entrance door and he let's put a low growl."Should have known she's here to pour her venom into our cup -" he growls out and I can feel that growl into the marrow of my bones. He was being angry.He was di
He looks doubtful, and right now I am not sure if he doubts me or himself. With slightly narrowed eyes and with flared nostrils, he watches me and I once again feel like nothing but a puny woman that has little power in front of what feels like a force of nature.His pupils have blown out and I can’t help but think that there was something in the food… but the way what seems like anger turns into maybe one of the most surprised and sincere, genuine smiles I have ever seen, tells me I have gotten it all wrong. Lips peel back and he shows me his fangs and a soft shiver, a rush of what feels like magic, pulses alive under my skin.“You’re telling me I am going to be a father -” he whispers, half choked by his own emotions. How does a man like him even have emotions? He looks and feels like a damn mountain. Did mountains have feelings? Was there anything else beside work and schemes and plots happening inside of that thick skull? I have never seen such sincere happiness before. In no one
I’m a bit of a mess. I think I have always been. It takes a while to get the hang out of myself, but eventually, the day turns out to actually be plenty of fun. As promised, I get ice cream and Pizza and we do have a short visit with a new medic. Anamaria. I think. I think that’s her name… I’m not sure. But she seemed to be a gentle and sweet person and I felt a bit of relief. Of course, she made sure to schedule a set of blood tests and other things and sent me home with another bunch of vitamins and important prenatal pamphlets that I made sure to stuff into Killian’s arms. I might still be in denial, but I had plenty of time to get some documentation while Killian would be away. And I’m sure that even wolfless and punny as I was, the motherly instincts are there somewhere and they would kick in at the right time. Or at least, that’s what I’m telling myself.As we get home, (funny how I am already calling this place a home), I walk right upstairs, to get ready for bed. The sun had