Cain stares at me and I can't read what is in his stare.I feel so cold inside right now.I always thought my parents hated me for being an omega, for being born to them when… they didn’t want me, or something like that. I’m not saying they would have been good parents if whatever effect I had on them didn’t happen, but it feels like they weren’t given the chance.My mother knew immediately that I wasn't hers. Her reason for suspecting that is a bit annoying, but at the same time, she knew.She knew I wasn't what I portrayed myself to be and my father… he may have loved me, maybe.I sigh as I think of that and Cain wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.I can’t even imagine how he feels right now. His parents actually loved him.His mother absolutely adored him and he…. he would have grown up to be a smiling happy person. A male I may or may not have been chanced to come across in my lifetime if not for Lyros and everything that’s led up to this moment. I may have nev

I turn the coupled staff and Chalice into a star.It darts into the sky and a smile kind of lines my face. My body hums with power and it’s a silver kind of energy. One that fills me up and threatens to warp the space around me but I hold it back.They must not get their hands on the Lycan’s flame.I tighten my hands around my swords and meet Rafie and Alizadeh when they strike. The force of their strike sends tremors down the line of my arm but my magic absorbs it before it causes any damage.We make eye contact for the briefest second before we separate and the attacks come again with renewed fervor.Alizadeh slashes for my abdomen while Rafie goes for my head but I move with the momentum of their strikes, too close that their blades are just an inch from grazing me yet just out of reach that it never does.They do not relent and I let us fall into a rhythm. The clang of our swords rings out and a sonic boom follows whenever we collide. The chalice and the staff hover miles above us

I watch as Diane begins to draw symbols in the air and something in me heats up as my blood runs cold. A curse. That was why I was hated by my pack. That’s why no one ever saw it fit to show me some kindness. A curse that came with power because I know deep in my bones that I would never have wielded the amount of magic I have if I didn't go through all that pain. But imagining someone else going through all that. Another child. MY child…. Something in my heart rips at the thought of it because I don't want that. I don’t want my child to go through the same things I did. They were horrible things. I would never wish that on anyone else talkless of a child that’s mine. “What do you plan to do with the Lycan’s flame?” Diane finally stops and turns to look at me and I can see the panic in her eyes. Not just the panic but the full-on inability to function properly. “Where are we right now even? How are you keeping me here with my body intact?” Almost like the words are a spell o

Cain kisses me until my lips are sore and I realize that this is what I wanted.He is what I've always wanted.This time I do not get any flashes of Lyros, I do not think of him and that wicked grin he wears. I focus on Cain and his solid form against me.He gives me a grounding feeling, like he can anchor me to this reality if I am ever to float away.Desire curls up in me as he gently touches me, his hands pinching and squeezing my breasts through the fabric of my shirt.I can feel him hard against me, but we do not rush. We take our time at a slow and languid pace and something in me seems to unravel at this feeling of being with him.The uncertainty and the doubt in myself, they melt away in the heat of Cain’s kisses and the hard lines of his body.I groan softly and I moan when he ruts against me, and we keep going like that until I am drunk on the taste of him. Cain doesn’t complain and he doesn’t make me feel inadequate. He doesn’t make me feel scared, and as we finally separat

Cain doesn’t shield us from the rain when we exit the cave and I have the time of my life running in the cold with him.The bite of the water on my skin, the chill of the wind and the way the ground simply becomes a slippery little playfield. The way Cain chuckles when we slide together and I laugh so loud it feels like my heart will burst.It isn’t nightfall yet because the skies aren’t pitch black. The slight darkness we’re experiencing is because of the stormy clouds spilling rain on us in torrents, and something about the chaos of all this appeals to me.The beauty of the rain. Of running hand in hand with Cain.Of knowing I am going to be more or less intimate with him if we get there, and knowing that whatever happens, nothing will beat these moments.These moments where I do not have to worry about anything even though my problems have just magnified by a millionfold.Where Cain is almost as carefree as I am.Where he is as carefree as I am because he’s happy with me and we’re