"Although I am really glad you are cautious around strange foods, I just need you to eat. I promise there's nothing wrong with the food, Rary." He took a bite of my muffin to test his argument, then placed it back on my plate. "Now, with that." Shivering, I got my fork and placed some eggs in my mouth. He nodded in approval and began filling his own plate. We sat in silence for a few minutes while I ate. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. Besides, I will need strength if I am going to escape from here. I would eat as much as I could. And the food was very good too. When I finally slowed down, I noticed that Vidário rubbed my leg and watched me while eating his own dish of food. I squirmed nervously, but I decided not to remove his hand. I could deal with him playing with me, as long as it didn't become too intimate. "A little more," Vidário said. I leaned back and shook my head, pushing my plate away. "If I eat more, I can explode." "Right. I forgot you can't eat as much as
I screamed and felt tears of complete horror flow down my face. I ran. I wasn't even sure where I was running; I just let my legs carry me away from the tornado my life had become. I heard heavy paws running behind me as I ran upstairs, knowing it was Vidário on my heels. In panic, I entered the first living room I found. By chance, it was the room where I had woken up next to him for the first time. I locked the door and backed away. It took precisely one second for something hard and big to begin knocking against the door. I cried as the whole room trembled. I continued to back off until my back found the window on the other side of the room. I slid down, hugging my knees to my chest. He is trying to break the door. Oh my God. And like this, I am going to die. The door shuddered as if it was seconds away from falling to pieces. At the rhythmic beats, the handle of the door swayed. Suddenly, I heard Kyle's voice. "Luna, let him in! He won't hurt you!" Never in a million years wo
The wolf approached me with slow steps, looking at me intensely. I stared back at him, trying to control my erratic breathing. He stopped right in front of my face and let out a puff of air. I faltered, and more tears ran down my face. Vidário whimpered, and his wet nose touched mine. Then his tongue ran up my cheek and moved to the other side to do the same. I noticed then that he was licking my tears—but I couldn't tell if he wanted to comfort me or if he was deciding whether he wanted to eat me. I hesitated again in disgust. I didn't want his saliva on my face. Vidário whimpered again and recoiled a little. I felt something tugging at my shirt and looked down to see Vidário pulling it with his teeth. "What?" I asked. He continued pulling my shirt, moving me slightly forward. I looked at him, confused. "What does he want?" I wasn't sure if he could understand me, but he shook his head, gesturing with his snout towards the bed and barking. "A bed?" I asked. He gestured with hi
I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't care how big he was or the fact that he could tear me apart in pieces. I couldn't stay lying down there any longer. I sat up and quickly started crawling towards the foot of the bed, hoping to get there before Vidário could stop me. I hadn't gone very far when he launched himself at me, putting his paws on each side of my body and growling. "I can't stay lying down here anymore! I need to move!" I shouted at him. He growled and pressed his nose to my chest, forcing me back so I was lying down again. I tried to fight him, but it was no use. He was a million times stronger than me. I snorted annoyed. I thought he would move away like this, but he didn't. Instead, he lowered himself so he was lying on top of me, with his stomach pressed against mine, his legs supporting his weight on each side, and his head between my breasts—making sure I couldn't go anywhere. "What are you doing?" I asked. I squirmed a little, trying to get him to move, but he
I got one of the pillows and placed it between us, after I placed more pillows on top and around him. "What are you doing?" Vidário asked. "This is my side of the bed," I said, pointing out where I was sitting. I pointed to Vidário's side. "That's your side of the bed. You stay on your side, I stay on my side. Then I think I'll get that sorted out." "Do you think a wall of pillows will keep me away from you?" I nodded. "Well, if your touch didn't turn me into a puddle of melted goo, then we wouldn't have that problem!" I screamed. When I saw him trying to contain his laughter, I sighed. "Please, just stay on your side, OK?" He raised his hands in a surrendering signal. "As you want." "All good," I said. "OK, then you are a werewolf." Rary "OK, so you are a werewolf," Vidário raised an eyebrow. "Got that, didn't you?" I looked at him. "How?" I asked. "How what?" "How are you a werewolf?" He tilted back, thinking about it for a second. "Well, it is complicated. We're not sur
I licked my lips. "Hmm... I do not... I do not know..." He raised his hand. "Touch me." I looked at him with skepticism. "I already told you, I do not..." "I am not going to do anything, Rary,” Vidário interrupted. — "Just touch my hand." His voice left no space for discussion, so I slowly extended my hand and placed it gently against his. Immediately, my hand started to tingle, and the sensation traveled up my arm and then down to my toes. I sighed. "Do you feel?" — he asked as he intertwined our fingers. I nodded, surprised at how intense the sparks were. As crazy as it seemed, there was something magical in his touch, and what he was telling me made sense. He smiled widely as he looked at our intertwined fingers. His smile took my breath away. "And our bond travels between us. You can say that our bond is strong based on the intensity of sparks. And your reaction when I touch you." His smile now had a hint of mischief. I immediately took my hand away from his. "My react
"Sorry, I forgot to stay on my side of the bed." — He leaned back in his arms. "Besides, I am not going to kiss you until you ask me to, remember?" I looked at him. I didn't like this game he was forcing me to play. He laughed at my attempt to seem angry. "Ask me to kiss you, and the problem will be solved." I scoffed. As if I were going to do that. "Absolutely not!" He shrugged. "You never know, dear." I shifted uncomfortably and hardened my look. "Then you bit me as a way to claim your property?" His gaze traveled from top to bottom of my body slowly, and he smiled. "Yes. You were already mine, but the brand just cemented that fact and let others around us know it too." I rolled my eyes softly. "Arrogant, much?" I whispered. Vidário's eyes darkened the second the words left my mouth. Immediately, I retreated, concerned that he might turn into a wolf again. He watched me closely. When he saw me walk away from him, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When his eyes o
I watched him as the tears continued to run down my face. He slowly lifted his hand and brought it close to my face, almost touching my cheek. I wanted this to happen so bad, to let him touch me and feel the sparks running through my body. I leaned towards him a little. I wanted to jump into his arms and hold on for dear life. A part of me just wanted him to play, so the pain would stop. I wanted to touch him, why I wanted to see that look of agony leave his face. I wanted to comfort him... why I liked him. I liked my kidnapper. How is that possible? I snorted. No, I couldn't let that happen. I wasn't going to sit down and give up because he told me some crazy story. This might be your world, but it wasn't mine. I couldn't give in to that — bond or partner. I ran to the other side of the bed. "Please just leave, Vidário,” I cried. — "I just want to be alone." — Small sobs left my mouth. He didn't move. "No, — he retorted. — "I am not going to leave you." I felt defeated. I covered