Myra
I was shaking by the time I had finished telling Andrew those fragmented, but scary nonetheless nightmares. The ones that were not were a blur and I somehow knew they were not just some illegible images conjured up by my brain, but a part of the nightmare, like there were some old cherished memories. On those nights, my eyes opened more languidly and the only discomfort was the way my chest clenched painfully as it did when I missed my parents.
I tried to calm down, tried to regulate my breath before looking at Andrew, who looked dazed. His mouth was slightly agape and his eyes...his eyes spoke volumes, but unfortunately, I couldn’t decipher anything from them.
“Is...is something wrong?” I asked hesitantly, and that seemed to break his stupor. “Oh, no...not at all,” he replied
Myra Thankfully, I met no one on the way back. I rushed into my room and closed the door with a slam. Bright light filtered without hindrance since I had pushed aside the curtain last night. My thoughts were muddled as I tiredly plopped down on the bed. What was I going to do? My heart pounded at the thought of Damian becoming obsessive. Akira has been silent throughout the conversation, not even making a sound of displeasure or agreement. “Aki?” I called her softly. She hummed an acknowledgement. I sighed, knowing very well that she would give more importance to me than her own decision. How did I end up with such a generous alter ego? Akira huffed at the thought. “What will we do?” I asked her quietly. I couldn’t accept him as a mate after what I suffered. Vampires took everything from me—my
Myra Before I could even come to a decision, Damian had zoomed past me and had tackled Eric. The latter let out a thundering growl and did not back down. He snarled and kicked. The power tussle was equal and I could only howl, but both of them seemed to have forgotten my presence. Akira and I both were panicking, running from one corner to the other. My gaze honed on their pointy teeth, how it gleamed but yet there was no speck of blood which somehow calmed slightly. When nothing came out of running and I failed to draw their attention, I decided to transform back. The silence of the night was broken by harsh growls and snarls, loud thuds and punches. I frantically looked around for spare clothes and when I spotted one, I hurried to that place and changed back. “Damian, stop,” I screamed because I knew otherwise, it would not be heard by either. But when his o
Damian I stared at the ring that sat in my palm. It looked like silver but I knew it wasn’t. Otherwise, it would burn my palm and I would have been screaming att the moment. I could feel the magic buzzing within the metal. I picked it up between my forefinger and thumb and rolled it about. The metal glinted under the light. I contemplated whether I should wear it, whether it would actually tame the beast that only thought of claiming his mate. By the time I returned to my place, more like my room, inconspicuous and unnoticed like always, Whatever scraps and cuts I had received were nowhere to be found, of course, but I was still feeling on edge. I clenched my jaw, my teeth almost elongating at the thought of that...that mutt coming to rescue my mate. I scoffed under my breath and placed the ri
Myra My luck lasted till the beginning of the training session. While I knew the others might have come to know about the reason behind my absence, I was not yet ready to face them. What if they hated me for being a vampire’s mate? I clenched my fists and tried to steady my pounding heart. Akira has been silent ever since that conversation and judging by her mood, I guess she is angry or at least not quite happy with me. I sighed and put on my sneakers. I couldn’t hide in my room for long, could I? Everyone had already started training when I walked in. I winced when Eric landed a vicious punch on the punching bag and for a moment, everyone stared at him while I averted my eyes. “You finally grace us with your presence. Eric has been beside himself, ya know?” Jamie commented, instantly earning a smack on his arm from Vi. I smiled nervously as I headed towards
Damian“It’s been so long since we came to hunt together,” Melissa murmured as we scoped out the area. Owls hooted from somewhere, camouflaged by their safety. Their hoots echoed through the woods. I hummed at my sister’s comment, trying my best to take my mind off. Until now my family had no idea about my situation. Aaron seemed to have an inkling, but he did not ask me.I twirled the ring on my forefinger absent-mindedly as if it had been a part of me for ages. I had been calm the whole day, not restless like I had been for the past few days. I almost felt...normal. I snorted at the irony. “What?” Melissa asked. I shook my head and we continued searching.“Quiet,” I whispered as soon as I heard a sound, crunching of dry leaves. Melissa complied. As we took the po
Damian Melissa had looked at me questioningly when we had meandered through the forest and come to the part where I had seen Myra numerous times. It was not a conscious choice, really. I had answered her questioning gaze with a mere shrug. But now, I think I know why. Maybe it’s what they called the bond pulling and tugging the two mates until they are bound to meet. When Myra barrelled at me and I found myself on my back, I didn’t think of throwing her off me. I felt...protective and...pleased. I had almost forgotten that my sister, who had no clue about my mate’s existence, was also present. We exchanged a silent conversation after I divulged the secret and I knew she would keep this to herself. After the initial rendezvous, I realised that my mate was acting so cosied up because she was in heat.
Damian Her alluring gaze and the pheromones that hung thick in the air was all that it took for me to snap. I grabbed her chin and brought my lips down on hers. She let out a breath moan as her lips moved against mine. I bit her lip while she clutched my shirt. Something in me wanted to claim her and I couldn’t help but wished to give in. ~~**~~ Myra His hands slid around my waist, the coldness of his touch, soothing my prickly heated skin. I hadn’t realised when I had closed my eyes or when I had settled on his lap. I heard a ripping sound and belatedly realised that my claws had appeared and it was me who had ripped off the fabric. I moaned as his lips left mine and left a wet trail along my jaw and glided down my neck before he settled on my collarbone, worrying
Damian I saw the downward slant of her shoulders and the hurtful expression in her eyes and immediately amended my previous statement. “What I meant is, I don’t think your next wave would be any less painful.” I averted my eyes. I have rarely cared for my partner before, rarely tried to actively not hurt them but here I am now, trying to amend my ways. Myra blinked at me as if she was confused and she might be considering the fact that there was no one to educate her about the way bonds worked. My gaze fell on the exposed neck and yet again, I felt my fangs aching yet again. The bruises I left had faded, barely visible and I felt the need to mark the skin up once again. “You mean...if we get bonded, you will not regret it?” I wrenched my gaze away from her skin to look at her face. She looked hesitant, uncertain, which made me want to protect he