Cirilla's Point Of View "Remember what the doctor said and if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me" His face grew awfully close to mine. Slowly I gripped the thin fabric of my sheets to keep me from gasping at the closeness. The last few hours that Asher has been next to me were the most dangerous hours in my entire life. I fought the insane urge to lean into him, run my hands through his skin, and place my lips on his soft tempting ones. The urge was slowly overcoming me. But I dared not look away, or give any sign or inkling that he somehow affected me. I couldn't. I nodded to his words, knowing full well I wouldn't dare call him, even if insanity had plagued me and I wanted to call him, I didn't have his number. His lips smiled, teasingly, and I watched him leave my room with one last glance at me. A few seconds later, the front door jammed closed. I was sure he had gone already, I released the breath I had no idea I was holding. I forced myself out of bed, groa
Cirilla's point of view "Hey, how are you feeling?" My phone vibrated. It was a text. I checked the number and it wasn't from my contact. I began to type, before I could finish another text popped up. "It's Asher" I paused momentarily, staring at the name. A text popped up again. "Are you asleep?" How did he get my contact? "No. I'm still awake" I sent back, tapping the tip of my fingers on my lips. "How's your ankle? Does it hurt badly?" His text popped up, making an unwanted smile stalk my lips at his concern. Yes it does. But I couldn't say that. "Not that bad" "Do you need anything?" He asked. "Not really. I'm unable to get through to Lyra. Could you get her to call me?" I waited for his response but there was nothing, even after five minutes. I sighed, I was dying from thirst and was in dire need of a shower and I had to pee. I stared at the black swollen ankle and then to the bathroom door at the corner of my room. I pulled the
Cirilla's point of view The door to my room jerked open the second Asher jumped off. Mum's sandy brown eyes fell on me instantly. "Mum, you're back" I smiled a little, knowing she probably wouldn't return it but a little part of myself hoped she would. Somehow I thought two days apart would work magic on our relationship but it was obvious it didn't. "Didn't you hear me call?" She barked, scrutinizing me, and I did her as well. Nothing changed. She was the same. Same appearance, and the same attitude. "I was asleep" Her nose flared up in the air as she looked around my room as if sensing someone was there. Well, If she suspected anything, she didn't say a thing and just stormed off. leaving me to my thoughts and the tingles I was still feeling from the spot Asher's lips touched my cheek. I crashed on the bed, pulling the sheets to my face, and squealing into them. I woke up early the next day and prepared for school. There was no point missing it if I'd only stay home alone, wit
Cirilla's point of view I jerked up from bed as soon as I heard the loud honking from outside. Hastily, I grabbed the small backpack on the bed and I rushed outside into the moonlit darkness, shutting the door behind me. The last couple of days I've been hanging out with Lyra and the guys, and was invited to spend the weekend at her place. Knowing Mum would never approve of it, I had decided to be a disobedient daughter for once and thought it was best to sneak out tonight and be back in the morning before she noticed my absence. I doubt the possibility of that, but luckily for me, Mum packed up earlier today for a weekend trip. Stefan's black BMW was parked outside my house. As I walked closer, I could see at least four figures in the car. Lyra told me she was coming alone to pick me up, I guess the guys decided to tag along. She jumped out from the back seat, squealing in sheer euphoria and delight. She squeezed me in a hug, her chocolate brown eyes smiling from its cage. "We ar
Asher's point of view What the hell was she doing here? I froze momentarily, sizing her up in her sticky wet clothes, looking so perfect on my bed like she belonged there. Fuck! I felt myself go hard, and Ryker had awoken. She looked surprised at first; she didn't know this room was mine. But then her eyes traveled down my body, taking in every detail. Suddenly, the air around us charged with current, and I smelled her arousal. It was almost as if there was a magnetic string pulling us together. Curse the matebond. Curse these strings of fate. I had intentionally been avoiding her the whole night. It was dangerous to have her close to me, especially with the full moon two nights away. But then I was forced to save her in the pool, and here she was, a seductive temptress, enticing me. I can't. Any wrong move and Ryker would take advantage and mark her. Mark her against her will right before the full moon. That would be unfair to her. I took a step back. Something in her eye
Asher's point of view I was rooted to the sofa. My darkened eyes watched Andy halt right before my mate. His lips twitched in a mischievous smile, causing the guys to release unison laughter and cheers. They probably thought something was funny, but I didn't. And the look on Cirilla's face was unreadable. There was no way of telling exactly what was going through her mind, but I was in chaos. Ryker had gone ballistic, battling me for control. He wanted to cut off Andy's hand that he had brought to my mate. He wanted to detach the miserable bastard's head from his body and rip out his heart. I wanted that too. I badly wanted that. Cirilla was mine. No one had the right to have her, let alone touch her. I was seething with rage, burning with jealousy, and dying from frustration. I watched as Andy's hand landed on her face. Fuck! I lost it. I couldn't sit still and watch one of my pack warriors touch my mate, in my very own presence. My eyes had darkened. I didn't even realize Ryker a
Cirilla's point of view I kept turning and tossing on Lyra's bed. I was restless. For some reason, I just couldn't sleep. The moon was shining bright in the sky, a little of its light peering through the curtains. I was alone in Lyra's room while she spent the night at Stefan's. I felt agitated for no reason, as my mind and thoughts were solely on Asher. He was driving me insane, and I couldn't quell the crazed need to be next to him. I released another groan, burying my head beneath the soft pillow. Then I heard the faint squeaking of the door. It pulled open and then shut almost instantly. I could only be Lyra. I thought to myself, but after a while, she didn't join me on the bed. I pushed the pillow on my head away, my eyes darting around the room. It instantly fell on the figure standing in front of the door. That was definitely not Lyra. I couldn't see the face, but there was an electric charge in the air, and I could never be mistaken. It was Asher. Only his presence was
Cirilla's point of view There was a painful feeling in my chest, hurting me and tormenting me. I burned with so much pain that it caused me to grip the sheets of the bed. Tears rushed down my cheeks as I writhed in pain. I hated this pain. I wanted it to stop. The voice in my head was screaming, howling in pain. The intensity of her cries was affecting me. Aside from the furious pain I felt, something else was wrong with me, something that caused my head to throb, almost as if the pain and the cries were awakening something within me from a deep slumber. I began to groan loudly. The lights around the room began to flicker, but that was the least of my worries. I felt suffocated. The burning pain in my chest began to work its way to my throat. There was this urge within me to scream, to be set free. I had to leave. I forced my shaky legs up, staggering my way out of the room. I managed to find my way out of the house, racing into the cold night. I didn't stop; I kept running, having