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Airen's POV Rachel and I sat in the kitchen talking for a while. She sipped her coffee while I chugged glass after glass of water. No matter how much water I drank I didn't feel any better. If anything I was getting worse. Nasuea ruled my stomach with an iorn fist until even ice-cold water sounded unappealing. Lightheadedness and dizziness forced me to take a seat on a bar stool next to Rachel. My body was shaking like a leaf in brutally harsh wind and I felt weaker than a newborn lamb. Aches soon began to curl around my muscles like shadowy fingers strangling them. I tried to focus on the conversation with Rachel, and tried to act like nothing was wrong, but I knew that soon my nose would start to bleed and I would be forced to the bathroom in order to throw up the very limited contents of my stomach. The mention of my son, however, forced me to re-focus on the conversation. "So James is....." Rachel trialed off allowing the unfinished thought to linger in the air. I nodded and
Airen's POV When I first woke up I didn't want to move. Not because I was in pain, but because I was so comfortable. I was surrounded by a heavenly warmth that made me feel safe. The pillows and blankets were soft and fluffy and they were covered in a wonderful scent. They smelled like whiskey, mint, and eucalyptus. I felt safe and warm and cozy and all I wanted to do was burrow further into the soft bed and cushions and sleep for a million years. At least, until my very embarrassing scene came crashing back into my memory. Then all I wanted to do was bury myself under the blankets and hide. "I know you're awake." a deep voice rumbled. My eyes flew open and I sat bolt-upright in bed. A bed that was not mine. It wasn't even the one that I used when James and I stayed at Rachel's. I looked around the room, desperately trying to regain my senses and figure out where I was. Had I been kidnapped and I just didn't remember it? I sat on the bed, feeling utterly lost and confused, waiti
Airen's POV His thumb caressed my lip again as I felt him lean closer. "Now, tell me, Mio piccolo coniglietto," his warm breath brushed my ear and I felt his lips graze my cheek. Shivers of anticipation and pleasure ran through me. "Why were you panicking?" And just like that, the cold water of reality rushed through me like ice. I opened my eyes and jerked back. "I wasn't panicking," I stated firmly. His eyebrow raised and he gave me a look that said he knew I was lying. I met his look with a glare of my own. The last thing I was going to do was let this man in on what I was thinking. "Then why was your heart racing?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow of my own. "Let's see, I wake up in the dark in a strange room with a strange man that I can't see talking to me. Why do you think my heart was racing Einstien?" "You were scared." it was more of a statement than a question, but I'd take it. "No shit Sherlock," I said rolling my eyes. I glanced at my watch and winced at how much
Airen's POV Once the dishes were done I finished cleaning the kitchen by wiping off all of the counters. I then washed my hands and dried them on a kitchen towel. "I know you're there," I said quietly to the darkness behind me. Everyone else had long since gone to bed or gone home. There was only one person who could be standing there watching me like a predator watching its prey. Which I guess was technically what was happening. "I wasn't trying to hide the fact that I was." His deep voice came from the kitchen doorway. I hung the towel on the oven handle and turned to face him. I crossed my arms and pinned him with a pointed stare. "So now what il mio piccolo coniglio?" He said in flawless Italian. "Well, now you can stop calling me your little bunny." I bit harshly. He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Oh? You speak Italiano Bella donna?" "Enough." "Perfetto." "No, not perfetto." "What's wrong?" He smirked as though he was amused by the conversation. "Nothing's wrong, I just d
Hello, I want to apologize to all of you for my lack of regular updates to this story. I have had a lot of things going on in my personal life that has been keeping me busy. However, some things have happened and a few circumstances in my life have changed so starting next week there will be more regular updates to the story. I am also pleased to announce some upcoming stories that I will be putting out soon! Rogue's Human Soul: Prequel to Alpha's Human Mate Coming Early 2023 Hotel of the Dead: Coming Spring 2023 Alpha's Human Luna: Book Two of the Alpha Logan Series Coming Summer 2023 Thank you all for reading and for your patience! Please vote for this story if you are enjoying it!
Airen's POV I don't know why I agreed to stay in his room, and more specifically, his bed other than I knew I had a choice. All day the feeling of being trapped had followed me like a dark cloud. Fear and the invisible pressure of becoming a werewolf's mate became heavier and heavier throughout the day. And not just any werewolf's mate, but an Alpha's mate and one of the world's most feared Alpha's at that. Past experiences made me fearful of commitment and long for freedom. The feeling of being trapped or tied down to someone other than myself or my family always made me skittish and usually at the first sign of anything becoming permanent I run. I had a feeling though, that running in this case would not work. Despite the growing fear and pressure on my chest, I had some of the best sleep of my life that night. At least, until I got sick. I knew it was coming once I got the nosebleed. Becoming nauseous and throwing up were only more symptoms of my mysterious illness that were ma
Airen's POV "How long Airen?" The words came out as a low growl causing his chest to rumble with the vibrations. I gulped. "I-" He cut me off. "Don't lie to me. And if you say 'I don't know' again I swear to the moon goddess I will put you over my knee." He quirked an eyebrow at me as though daring me to test him on it. I bit my lip. A groan escaped Johnathan's thin and very close lips. "Keep doing that Angel, and you won't get a chance to lie to me." His husky voice whispered. I looked up into his eyes and saw him giving me a wicked and knowing smirk. I blushed, realizing that I had been caught looking at his lips. "Doing what?" I asked as I looked away guiltily. His hand reached up and gripped my chin. He used his thumb to caress my bottom lip. "Biting your lip." "Why? Does it get you all hot and bothered?" I smirked at him, both of us knowing that he had nowhere to go if he was turned on. To my utter surprise, he just smirked right back. My confusion must have shown
Airen's POV BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. I groaned blindly reaching for my phone where the incessant buzzing noise was coming from. It wasn't my alarm, or it would be screaming at me, not buzzing. Who was calling me at this hour? Suddenly the buzzing stopped. Great. I was going to have to call whoever it was back. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. Or not. Something reached over me and grabbed the phone. A moment later something warm and deliciously soft pressed against my ear. "Who's Ryker?" My eyes flew open. I turned to see a not so pleased looking Johnathan holding my still buzzing phone. RYKER was spelled out in bold white letters across the screen along with a picture of the offending caller. "Who. Is. Ryker?" Johnathan growled again, his voice deep and rough from just waking up. His blue eyes were no longer blue, but black and I could practically feel the tension in his body. Every muscle was coiled like a spring, ready to attack. I swore under my breath. "Give me that." I reached for my phone