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
What was the first good thing that happened after my father died? I felt myself moving before even fully understanding what I was doing. I practically ran to the door and opened it. I was a woman on a mission. I didn't know where Vidário was, but I decided I wouldn't stop looking until I found him. When I stepped out into the hallway, however, my eyes immediately connected with him at the far end of the hall, sitting against the wall with his knees folded. He seemed exhausted. His beard had grown, and he had huge dark circles under his eyes. My heart sank at the sight of him. Your eyes widened when he saw me, and he stood up slowly, as if he were afraid of scaring me. Hesitant, I took one step in his direction and then virtually ran toward him. He met me halfway, and I threw my arms around his neck. Suddenly, everything felt good. The sweet relief of the pain I had faced over the past few days hit my body, and a sigh escaped my lips. Vidário wrapped his arms tightly around my waist
"What is he doing now?" "He's worrying about you. He doesn't like seeing you so sad. He also reminds me that you haven't eaten or slept in days. He is angry with me for not taking care of you." "He can speak with you?" Vidário shook his head. "No. He doesn't talk. After all, he is a wolf. But somehow we understand each other. We are the same being. My wolf is me as much as I am him." "Huh," I sighed, intrigued with all that Vidário was saying. It was all very interesting. "He likes that you are curious about him. He likes to captivate your attention." "Really?" "Yes, you make him very happy." He put a strand of hair behind my ear. "You make us both very happy." I had no certainty of how to respond, so I just stayed quiet. "Rary," Vidário said, "I need you to know how sorry I am for all that has happened since you met me. I know how scary and distressing this has all been for you." He pressed my waist. "And what is even worse is that I am the cause of all your anguish. It hurts