AryaThe Rogue’s body starts to go slack as blood continues to flow out of her severed neck. I step back, my hands shaking as I stare at the whole scene in horror. My hands are shaking and I feel faint. Never in my life have I seen this amount of blood seeping through the grass, escaping from his neck like a small river. . . .I feel nauseous. My vision is swimming. My fingertips are cold.I know I came at him with the full intent of hurting him and making him learn his lesson. I know I was planning to get the truth from him no matter what the method is.But seeing him do that to himself just makes me feel like a monster.I know I didn’t do it myself. But I know it could have come to that.And I’m absolutely terrified at the fact that he was willing to end himself that easily just because he was getting close to telling me a secret.He was begging for his life just minutes ago.This means that whatever or whoever was making him do what he did is more dangerous than I thought.I swallo
Arthur“We need some assistance. The Dark Howl Pack has been attacked by Rogues.”These two sentences have been playing in my head for hours now as I drive from the kingdom to the pack. My heart is racing and I feel like I’m going to scream in anger any minute.I must admit that I’m not thinking straight anymore. All the images in my head all consist of Arya being in some sort of danger somewhere. I only had the time to inform her parents quickly and they sent me off to check on her. I had to tell them that I have to come alone, because they might just get into more trouble if they come with me.Also, the last thing I want is for them to see how angry I could be if someone I cared about is in danger.My hands tighten around the steering wheel as I speed through the roads. I see the arch that indicates the place of the pack, and my body clenches.There are guards standing outside trying to stop me, but I ignore all of them and just speed through.They try to chase after me, but I stomp
ArthurThe only thing that follows my announcement is silence, and I don’t know if I should be happy or not. At least at first.Arya smiles happily and puts a hand on my chest as though to stop me from saying any more. For a second I thought she’s angry, but she’s just smiling at her parents. “I’m sorry about that! We’re just . . . in love.”Mrs. Clarke and Mr. Clarke exchange glances in surprise, then they both smile and hug Arya and I.“I’m sorry!” Arya squeaks, but her mother just laughs it off as we break apart. “I know you would prefer it if I wait for marriage but--”“Oh, my dear, you can do whatever you want!” she says and looks at me. “As long of course as you promise to take care of her and love her forever. I have nothing to say.”Mr. Clarke holds us at arms length. “You two make a wonderful couple.”Arya looks up at me and kisses my cheek. “I’m so happy you approve of us.”Her parents just smile and beam and ask some basic things about me, all of which I answer. Soon enoug
AryaMy heart nearly stops. I tell myself to snap out of it before it’s too late, but the imagery around me only becomes sharper and sharper until I feel that I’m exactly right there.But the weird thing is, I’m familiar with everything except for the part where I’m pinned down and under attack.I know it’s not real and I can snap out from this dream if I want to, but it’s just so . . . vivid. I can see the bright red eyes of the Rogue looking at me like he wants me to die. I can smell his stale and bloody breath fanning on my face. I can feel his weight on top of me and pinning me on the ground. I can feel the sharp edge of the rock just grazing on my neck.And any moment, I know he can kill me if he just pressed that thing harder against my skin.The sense of danger is real. The fear of dying is very very real.I swallow hard, and even that simple movement gives me the fear of accidentally grazing my skin against the sharp edge of the rock and bleeding to death.The Rogue stares int
AryaThe words coming from Arthur's lips, which are still brushing against mine, are enough to make my knees almost buckle. Instantly, I feel myself wanting him, yearning for him in a way I have never felt before. Good thing he's holding me against him, because if not, I would have collapsed on the wooden floor.As soon as those words leave him, I find myself wrapping my legs around him and pulling him closer to me until I feel that big bulge against my core.He gasps, his breath brushing on my lips. "Fuck."I buck my hips and wrap my arms around him, letting him know that I want him right then and there. I feel his hard length responding, growing impossibly bigger and harder, twitching with every sensation like it wants to be let out.Because of that, I suddenly remember what he did to me on our first time, the way he licked and sucked the slit between my legs. How he teased me and almost made me beg.An idea forms in my mind.He leans in to capture my lips but I pull back and unhook
ArthurWe both reach our climax, and I find myself getting lost in Arya with the last few thrusts. I empty myself inside her, feeling her clench and squeeze around me.With a deep sigh, I pull out of her and lie beside her.Arya giggles. "That was amazing and I must say you really did get my mind off things."I can't help but smile. "Of course I did. I must say that you also did a good job getting other things off.""Arthur!" She gasps and slaps my chest, making me chuckle. "That's so gross!""It wasn't so gross when you were into it," I joke again, making her protest, but I just take her hand and kiss the top of it before pulling her towards me and wrapping my arms around her. "I love you. And I love making love to you."She sighs contentedly. "I love you too. And I love making love to you too." She looks up at me. "You're wonderful."With that, we dissolve into kisses again, and after a while we just find ourselves making love once more. This time it's slower, less frantic, a lot mo
AryaMaking love has guaranteed me the sweetest, deepest sleep I had for what seemed like months. I roll in bed and bury myself under the covers, reaching out for Arthur so I can feel him holding me.But when my hand lands on the spot where he is supposed to be, all I feel are cool sheets.That instantly snaps me into attention and I open my eyes.I sit up too fast, making my head spin a little bit. But that doesn’t stop me from swinging my legs off the bed and getting to my feet. “Arthur?” I call out. “Arthur, are you there?”I head to the bathroom and push the door open. No one is in here. Nothing looks touched either.“Arthur?” I call out again, knowing that it’s a pretty big house and he might not hear me downstairs or in the other rooms. “Arthur, where are you?”No answer. Now my heart is nothing but a fast and steady thrum inside my chest. I grab my coat and a pair of shoes from under the bed so I can go downstairs, and that’s when I hear the loud howl.My whole body freezes. My
Arya“Arya?” Mom’s voice is the first thing that enters my mind. “What’s happening?”“Mom, it’s Arthur,” I say, steadying myself just enough to string together a coherent sentence. I want nothing more but to cry in her arms and ask Dad for an embrace, but I swallow hard and force myself to get it together. “We got attacked by Rogues in the beach house.”A beat of silence exploded in my mind, like Mom was so shocked that she fell into some sort of blank state for a moment.And I’ve been in some sort of blank state for a long while now.Tears continue to run down my cheeks. “Mom, please, he’s severely hurt. Send people here. We need help. He needs to make it, Mom, I’m begging you.”“On it,” Mom says in a sudden flash of determination. “We’re coming. Just do what you need to do first and we’ll be there.”I don’t answer and she vanishes from my mind, and now I’m left at the side of the beach, with the lights from the house shining on us, letting me see how much damage the Rogues did to my