We stared at each other in silence after he answered, we seemed to be doing a whole lot of that and it felt crazy that I didn't shy away from his gaze most of the time like I normally would. From the way his eyes burned I could tell he was waiting for me to ask, hinting me, chiding me, telling me to open up and speak, to say what is on my mind. But what did I know? He could be more dubious than Mac, a wolf in sheep's clothing, he could be everything I think he's not and everything I think he is, but I was too scared to find out, to take a leap and trust whatever he said. So I didn't ask, I looked away, and immediately I felt him step away from me. My heart sank. I cleared my throat "Now, we'll go to the Library, its somewhere along this path" I started walking nervously without waiting for him, but I heard his footsteps even though they were as light as air and I knew he was following me. I was nervous, I had questions, I needed to gather something on him today but so far I had do
The first thing I saw when I opened my eye was bright illuminating white light. There was a chandeliers hanging over my head, the brightness of the tiny lights on it made my head hurt, it blurred my vision for a while then finally it settled and the world stopped spinning. I remembered exactly what led me here, what made the whole world black, I held my breath for too long, I was scared but I also felt passion like I had never felt before, not for anyone even my mate. I asked Luke the questions that had been bugging my mind without asking the one I really wanted to know, the one that determined how things went and how they ended with us. He knew and he was furious, how did he know I wanted to ask if his pack had been the one to attack us? Did he know for a certain or could he just perceive my hesitance to ask what's on my mind? He had run out of patience but still he never treated me like Mac did, He didn't hurt me. I was scared he would hurt me but somewhere all along I knew he w
I stared at the door as it closed shut, today seemed like a week in one, so many things had happened that made no sense at all to me, so many things I had done and said that made me cringe in remembrance. My face still burned from the memory of it all, it didn't help that he was leaving, I felt like a hungry wolf, my wolf was really showing her sexually starving side with him, and even the thought of using the same shower gel and skin products as he made my heart beat in an obscene way. I placed my shaky hands on the table and immediately felt like I could breathe a whole lot better with the knowledge that he wasn't around. Everything about this screamed wrong the entire situation was weird, it scared me, and it terrified me. What did he mean by his fondness for me? When did he grow fond of me? What was going on between us and what was this terrifying electricity propelling us to one another? If Mac was aware of all that had transpired between us today, I wondered how he would feel
By the time it was thirty minutes to the dinner I began to fidget, I worried if the dress he got would fit me, agreed the one I was putting on right now was gotten by him but was a loose fitting style so it would have fitted anybody. Also there was the worry of where was I going to dress up? Certainly not in the same room or space as he, I had hoped to curl my hair and apply something little to my face because I wanted to look good, but what was the probability of that occurrence right now? The both of us were still seated at the table we ate, for different reasons I would like to assume. His reason was he had some work to do I guessed, from the way he was staring at his phone with intent, it made a lot of sense. On the other end I was just too full to move, I had eaten so much that the thought of standing at the moment scared me, so I waited for it to all digest, but right now after one sweaty check of the time it felt like all the air in the room couldn't satisfy my lungs and curb
"You want something light right?" Mellisa asked, smiling warmly at me through the mirror I nodded "Close your eyes" , and that was the last thing I heard until a "You can open your eyes now" which came exactly seven minutes after she started and I opened my eyes to a very beautiful version of me. The make up was minimal just as i'd wanted it and the focus was more on my eye, somehow she was able to make my dull brown eyes seem a bit like emerald and look extraordinary. She applied mascara to my long lashes and drew the perfect eye liner over them, then she paired it with very subtle lilac eye shadow. For my cheeks she applied a little powder and went subtle with a clear lip gloss. It was exactly what I wanted, something simple and elegant. perfect this way. She flat ironed my brown hair and let it cascade down my shoulders, I looked breathtaking. She parted the hair in the middle and just let it drop down. I felt as good as I looked. I thanked her for the fifth time, satisfied
I searched my brain for answers. Okay maybe she was just walking him to where he was seated, she did that for Luke and I afterall, but where was the tour guide who was supposed to be on his arm? And why was she holding onto him in that way? But more importantly why were they walking in the direction of our table? The entire Hall suddenly felt very hot. I felt panic rising in my chest, I clenched my fists and shut my eye, I could feel two pair of eyes on me, I knew it was Luke but I didn't want to see the concern on his face right now. It would confuse me even more. With every step they took in our direction my heart hammered, my palms produced more sweat, I took another gulp of water as they got seated, with Mac intentionally taking a seat close to me, closing all my thoughts with his presence. I felt a bit dizzy from the strongness of his cologne, there was a conflict in my belly over the one I had somehow gotten used to today and the one who sat beside me right now, I didn't want
I didn't stop running. Even when I felt the gush of wind greet my nostrils, even when the light drizzle slapped my skin, even when my eyes burned with all the tears I refused to cry and made me momentarily blind, I didn't stop. Someone was tailing me. I could feel it, I assumed it was Lola because she was the only one I could manage to out run with ease, but I didn't want to speak to anyone right now, I just wanted to breathe. What the hell was going on? one moment Mac was treating me like something with no worth and the next moment he wanted to claim me? Why did I feel more like a possession between those two men and what did Luke have to do with this. I dashed my foot against a stone in my haze, sending my entire balance off the charts. I closer my eyes and prepared my body for the hard collide with the granite ground, instead as always strong pair of arms wrapped around my torso and held me up just before I hit the ground. I looke
I couldn't stand on my two feet. It felt like the earth around me was bouncing beneath my feet, I placed a shaky finger on my swollen lips in remembrance of the kiss. it really happened. The hottest and most intense kiss of my life had happened and my body couldn't get adjusted to the absence of that looming presence and the flush of that full pink lips on mine. My knees were weak and riddled with desire, my pupils had dilated as the last words he said to me played over and over again in my head. It sounded like a love confession, but to me? The intensity and force with which he said his words had me shivering involuntarily. I wrapped an arm around my body.I could tell he meant every syllable, every line and every word of what he said. Even though it sounded like a rehearsed speech I could tell it came straight from his heart and I didn't know what to do with all of that. Most importantly I had no idea what to do with the knowledge that I cried while he kissed me like his life d