I feel the heat of Deimos's gaze upon me yet I make no move to look at him. I don't want to give him that satisfaction.
As time passes by Cronus tries his hardest to help me learn and though I am quite a fast learner I cannot seem to get a hang of it until Cronus smiles with a huff walking up behind me. Holding the arrow in front of me pressing his front to my back he whispers into my ears.
"Okay, now I want you to calm your breathing and focus the pupil of your eye on the circle, don't think don't focus on anything else than that circle. Think that the circle is running from you and you want it so bad but you need to catch it. When the feeling of desperation overcomes you, shoot." Cronus tries to make it easier for me.
Closing my eyes taking a deep breath in I picture Deimos in my
Change. Can people change in a small period of time? Can they suddenly turn from ice cold to a soothing warm? To slowly begin to grow your hope like a plant, nurturing and protecting it with care. That's what Deimos seems to be doing to me these days. Like something made him see or change his mind. His eyes follow me everywhere, hands keep reaching for a feel of my skin and nose sniffing for a whiff of my scent. He seems... feels different. Though being an Alpha needs him to be present always in everyday affairs he does his best to at least see me once a day. How can someone go from not wanting to be in my sight for a minute to always searching for me? To always aching to be by my side? However, I haven't been able to see him these days as he seems to be busy preparing for the shindig. I didn't understand the meaning behind it until I
Tiring isn't even the word to define it, it drains me of all my energy. While Cronus sits on the sofa outside the dressing room I contemplate whether to show him the gown I have on. It's quite a simple evening gown but with a slit crawling up my leg. Simple but elegant. As I open the curtains, giving Cronus the view of me. His eyes come up slowly from the book he was reading and widen to the sight of me, his hands gripping the book harder as they shake. While the other wolves look at us in awe Cronus walks towards me in slow steps walking around me in circles looking at every part. Stopping in front of me looking deep into my eyes, putting a strand of hair behind my ears. He tells me, "You look beautiful Luna." My eyes widen to his movement and the look he possesses in his eyes, I don't understand why he looks at me this way... a way
I keep watching him as he fixes his cuffs and brushes through his hair to fix strands that do not stay. I keep watching until his eyes fall on me. His eyes widen, and pupils turn to an instant black to the presence of his wolf. He, no... they like what they see. He makes no move towards me and I do the same. We just appreciate each other looking at the other slowly from top to bottom, thinking of the things we could do to each other. I keep standing there admiring until I catch the sound of his voice. "Come." He tells me. One word... one word is all it takes for me to go rushing down the stairs until our chests meet. We look at each other, pupils dilating biting lips and mouth salivating. I grow in need. I want his hands on my body, I want his lips on my neck, I want to touch him, I want to possess him. My wants are interrupted with D
Deimos's words to Cronus last night surprised me but they also hurt me. A mate would feel utmost happiness when she hears those words from her mate's lips and I should too as the Deimos who possesses walls around his heart claimed me as his to Cronus. But every time he nurtures my hope he crushes it and kills it and I was scared to feel happy. I didn't talk to him after the ball I ran to the comfort of my room before he could catch me before he could hold me in those arms that provide false warmth. I haven't seen him from daylight today, I don't want to see him. I don't want to hear his fake excuses that possess neither meaning nor truth to them. He chose her right in front of me, even when he could see the desperation brimming within my eyes. And so I wish to choose something or even someone else, I wish to stop fighting for him. I wish to fly to a place that holds peace anywhere but h
He retreats with a surprised look, as he swipes his thumb over his lips. I smile internally watching him bleed. It satisfies me. "Don't try to shut me up by kissing me, if you think I will fall for these antics trust me you are wrong. I am not like other females, I will not bow to you." I shout. The silence slowly kills my anger and gives birth to sadness that creeps up stabbing my heart, the sadness I was trying to ignore. "You could have stayed, enjoyed our moment we shared. Wait.. was it even a moment for you? Did... did you even feel anything? Do you ever feel anything when you are with me?" I shut my eyes tightly preparing for his knives that he would strike through my heart. "I told her to leave," Deimos says calmly releasing me of his tight hold. I look up at his eyes widenin
WARNING:- This chapter contains heavysexual content not suitable for young readers. After Cronus's departure, I can hardly smile anymore, the small light I possessed in my hold has left leaving me with cold empty darkness. I should be happy that the female who brought out the ugly jealousy from within me has left, giving me all my male's attention but how can I when she took Cronus with her? I hate myself further for being so selfish wanting Cronus by my side despite his feelings towards me. But wouldn't any other wolf be the same if they were in my shoes? When you find something that you have been dreaming of all your life, would you let it go? Deimos's and my relationship hasn't changed a bit. He's still the ever so emotionless Alpha and I am still the hopeful Luna, waiting for him to come to me. While I hide behind pillars trying to look at him without letting him know, he spends his time with Ragon papers in hand.
"The problem you have on your hands is that you don't have enough place to keep the inventory that the pack possesses therefore you need to build another warehouse which is possible as we have plenty of free land. My wolves are really good at building, they would be pleased to aid you." I tell him the problem and the solution he was trying to figure out while the pack watches and listens quietly impressed. Putting my dish in the wash I quietly rush out to the warmth of my room preparing for the night. I wanted to finish the book I was reading as that's the only thing I seem to get excited about. Lying on my bed looking at the ceiling I twist and turn trying to get into a comfortable position flinching when the door to my room creaks open. Deimos enters with a pillow and blanket, walking to the couch in front of my bed getting ready to sleep. I am speechless as this has only ever happened in my dreams. I wish to pinch myself to get up from the dream but everything fee
"Deimos's sanctuary." I read it out loud touching it, feeling the carving with my fingertips. "I carved that as a pup when I found and claimed this place as mine. I named it 'Deimos's Sanctuary' as this place gave me so much peace, a peace I couldn't find anywhere else." His voice made me flinch as he was really close behind me. I could feel his breath on his neck. Shivering I slowly move my hands away from the carving. Deimos softly puts his nose into the nape of my neck making me shiver further leaving my breathless. Taking in a deep whiff of my scent I feel his hands shaking urging him to touch me. He holds my hips bringing my back to his front. Softly kissing the side of my neck, he sucks, nips and bites gently as I moan leaning further into him. "Dinner!" I shout out stopping all movements cutting through the tension. I have never been embarrassed in my life as my cheeks turn a bright red. I make no move to turn around to face him. Why? Why did