What scent makes you sneeze? It's cinnamon for me.
Sarah My hands shake in the cold as I hide them in my hoodie’s sleeves. I’d say it’s my nerves because they are on the last thread for sure, but as I plan to undress and shift in a few minutes, I chose not to wear enough clothes. That was a wrong move on my part - the early morning of February day in Black River is freezing. Slipping on the frozen snow for the hundredth time, I curse at my clumsiness today. I’m heading to my childhood hiding spot to meet up with Nate. He convinced me to meet him there, as all I wanted to do was hide somewhere and go through my first shift alone. I don’t really know any other way to deal with things. I would’ve met him afterward, but I wanted to leave the bed before he woke up. Obviously, I failed with that attempt. The hurt I saw in his eyes when I told him about my plan washed over me, guided by our bond. I couldn’t leave him there. So, we settled on me shifting alone, but he’ll be on his way by then. So, here I am, attempting to shift at 25 when
Nate With Sarah’s embrace, the pounding in my ears disappears, and her words soothe me back to reality, where the only thing that matters is that she is beside me. More so in my lap, wrapping me in her intoxicating scent. She must have felt my sudden change in emotions because the featherlight kisses she was leaving on the top of my head, moved to my face and jaw. I couldn’t wait till she connected our lips. I took advantage of our proximity and swallowed her moan as I kissed her fiercely. My tongue searched hers, tasting the soft skin on it. Her hands glide down my chest slowly, teasingly, jumping over my belt to gently feel the length of my shaft, making it pulse. I groan with approval, searching her gaze as she separates us for a moment. A cheeky smile spreads through her face as she bites her bottom lip, and I dive back to capture them again. Yesterday she was adamant that I wasn’t healed perfectly for anything more than cuddling. I didn’t complain. Having her in my arms in m
Nate The pack meeting took an unexpected turn, leaving me seething with anger. Gabriel’s actions went beyond outing and humiliating Sarah when he commanded her in front of everyone. Each word he uttered fueled my fury. I had no idea I could be that mad at him. On top of my own emotions, I had to hold back Dante, who grew increasingly enraged as he sensed Sarah’s distress. He had always respected Gabriel’s wolf, but now, he was ready to attack him if he would anger our mate any further. "Was that really necessary?" I ask as I catch up to him. "Why did you use your alpha tone?” "Yes, it was necessary,” he cuts in, turning back to me swiftly before I could finish my thought. “She has to know I won't tolerate rogues on the territory." Won’t tolerate it? Where is his head at? Even if she was a rogue, that’s not enough reason to demand anything or humiliate her. I close the door behind me. I don’t want to have this conversation in front of everyone else. They already feel Gabriel’s ang
Sarah Being in Nate's house feels surreal. The place is simply perfect, with a cozy style in each room and warmth coming from the logs everywhere. Today, I was overwhelmed by the visits from many pack members. I was pleasantly surprised by how kind and friendly everyone was towards me. Many of them reminisced about our childhood and shared stories about our time together, whether it was practicing together or having something in common at school. Once inside, the world seems to come to a halt, and we swim in happiness. However, the moment we step out, I'm reminded of the other pack members, who are not happy with the recent developments. I see their scolding, hear their murmuring behind me, and I’m back to being the little girl who doesn’t belong here. Even with Lena inside me, I still feel out of place. Some even stop to ask Nate about his recovery, only to ignore me completely. Lena watches everything through my lenses and has her guard up, especially around Gabriel. She doesn’t
Nate Getting back home has proven to be more difficult than I anticipated. I'm concerned that climbing the stairs to my house may reopen my wounds. Leaning on Sarah for support makes me uneasy. This is not how I had envisioned showing her around my place. I’m unable to give her a tour, and even standing seems to be a daunting task. Although I manage to make it to the kitchen, I feel dizzy and realize I'm not as healed as I thought. I spy her facial expressions and movements carefully like a hawk. I want to know what aspects of the house she enjoys and what needs to be changed. Although I trust her honesty and doubt she would mislead me, I’ve been waiting for a long time to witness the genuine joy on her face when she really likes something here. "I love it; it’s perfect," she says, disappearing to look around in the bedroom. Just when Sarah comes back to the kitchen, the doorbell rings. With a bright smile, she gives me a peck on my lips and leaves toward the door, skipping on the w
Sarah This whole situation is absolutely unbelievable. They did everything we suspected. They deliberately wanted to separate us. I’m genuinely at a loss for words. How could any parent do this to their own child? What possible reason could they have? As I lean in to kiss Nate, he pulls me closer to his chest. The tingles rush through me with full force, and I’m speechless by how they spread through my body, waking up every inch and nerve. I find myself leaning against him in an awkward position, desperately yearning for his comforting presence. However, a surge of concern fills my mind, hesitant to get too close, worried that he may not be well enough for such intimacy. Despite putting up a brave front for me, I know his wounds must be causing him pain. Just in time, I pull away as my mum brings food for both of us. I hadn’t realized just how hungry I was. I missed breakfast and lunch, only having a few biscuits Mama packed for me. He whines throughout dinner that he wants steak