A NIGHT KISS

                        Kayla

“Are you glad?” 

“Huh?” I blinked twice, and stared at him, confusion everywhere on my face.

“Glad about what?” I queried while looking as calm as I could afford to.

He pursed his lips as if he were in deep thoughts, then he said, “I don't know, maybe you are glad your father doesn't need to be all false about his love towards you.”

I scoffed. “As if I care.”

“Oh, you do care.” He chuckled. “When I look at you, I see a lady deprived of real parental love. You might act like you hate him, but I know you don't.”

“I thought I only had a husband, never knew he had some talents… face reader.” I scoffed. “Don’t act like you know me, you don't.”

Another chuckle slipped out of his throat. “You should be happy, because there is nothing about you that I am unaware of.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself yet, Alpha Ferrell.” I dragged out his name. “I never agreed to be your woman.”

“My woman?” He repeated. I looked away the moment I realized I had my eyes in him all these while I was talking to him.

“It’s been long since you became mine, darling Kayla. I only just made it obvious since I can't take the distance any more.”

I sneered before I could get a hold of myself. “I really want to yell in your ears how delusional you sound.”

When I looked at him again, for a split second, I saw something akin to pain flash on his face. But as fast as I saw it, it cleared and his face was back to how it was–neutral.

I watched him stand up from his seat, and slowly started to advance towards me. Each step he took forward, and closer to me, I felt like I couldn't breathe. It felt like the room was becoming air tight, and the only person I wanted to lean into for a fresh breath was him.

So crazy.

He stopped just a step away from me. “Stand up.” He said, his voice was calm, but the words he said…it boomed with authority.

I swallowed nothing, but instead of standing as I should, I found myself sitting still as if no one said a word.

Geez… Kayla, you are soon going to get yourself killed.

“I hate repeating myself, Kayla. Stand. The. Fuck. Up.” 

Not wanting to incur his wrath, I forced my limp body up, looking everywhere but his face. I really wished he had let me, however, he didn't give me such luxury.

“Look at me, Kayla.” 

It took me more than three seconds, but I obeyed him. “Agree this instant that you belong to me, agree that you are my wife, agree that you belong to me alone.”

“What is this? Are you perhaps jealous that I like Raven, and not you?”

“A love that is no longer mutual.” He finally closed the space between us, his arm brushed against mine slightly, a tingle I have never felt, not even when I was still together with Raven ran straight from my chest to my feet. “Don’t be so pathetic.” He added as he lowered his head a little to my eye level. 

“Raven doesn't want you anymore, he no longer has any use for you. Is that so hard to accept?”

Yes. It was hard, and so totally unacceptable. How could I possibly accept the fact that the man I've loved for years was one with my half sister. Not some random lady but my own half sister. 

Someone who spent half of her life, what was I saying? She used her whole sick life to make my life miserable. As if taking my father away from me and my mother wasn't enough, she still had some shameless guts to take away my would–have–been fiancee.

“I don't see why you are so concerned about my personal business.”

He chuckled. “You always forget that whatever problem of yours is now mine too.”

“You say I shouldn't be so pathetic, but tell me, who is acting so annoyingly pathetic right now, I remember you telling me until I fully acknowledge you as my husband, I'd be locked away in that stuffy room away from the packhouse.” I stared straight into his eyes.

“I am yet to accept you, yet I am walking around, and you are pleading with me to be your wife, for real…” I flashed him a mocking smile. “It is you who is pathetic not me.”

His lips tugged up in a lazy smile. “And who said you won't accept me?” He started saying, a certain kind of wicked smile rested on his face. “I gave you time to accept me, yet you keep being stubborn. Sadly, I can't wait no more.” He leaned his head down to my face.

The image of when he kissed me the day I regained consciousness flashed before me, I quickly leaned my weight to my back, and tried to move away from him.

I wouldn't deny the kiss was great, but it felt like I was cheating on Raven. I know Vesper has him now, but it was only a matter of time until he returned back to me asking for my forgiveness.

Ferrell however, he didn't give me the chance. His hand moved swiftly round my waist. With an effortless tug forward, he pushed me to himself.

“I keep trying to control myself, I try to hold myself as much as possible, but each time I see your face, it becomes so tough for me. Each time I catch a whiff of your scent, I feel like I am about to go crazy.”

I frowned a little. “What the hell are you going on about? Don't dare do–”

My next words died in his mouth.

I tried to break free from the kiss, but his right hand moving up my back towards the zipper of the black dress I was wearing, and his left hand moving slowly from my neck to the back of my hair distracted me.

And without meaning to, I opened up giving him access to every corner of my mouth.