RILEYI want to go homeI do not want to be here anymore.I wiggle in my chair, wiping down my sweaty palms on my dress.Will anyone listen if I screamed that I do not want to be here or have anything to do with this pack again?Yes. Ryan would listen. He might even cancel whatever plan they have just to take me back home.But do I really want that?I am uncomfortable in this space, because I am scared that someone might say something that will either hurt my feelings, or fill Ryan in on my pathetic past. Tell him something he doesn’t already know. And, voila, there would be no home for me to return to.Ryan and I are seated on the Alpha’s chair in the Court, and Philemon is standing beside Ryan. Only Carl came with us. The other soldiers are waiting at the boundary, waiting for a sign to begin action.This is all part of the plan. And I would hate to be the one to disrupt it.“Did you sit here with the idiot?” Ryan’s rough voice close to my ear, speaks of a tale called jealousy. And
RYAN“A very familiar face you have there.” Alpha Stanley comments.I don’t want to know if that is a good thing or not, all I know is I do not want him talking to or talking about my girl.That face of hers is mine.“Continue with your report.” I don’t care how cold I sound. I sincerely do not want anything that would change the sweet way I have been feeling from hearing Riley tell me she loves me.I hadnt said it back. Not because I am trying to be snob or anything. It is just that I am yet to figure out what I feel for her, enough to find a word for it. I know I yearn for her, every fiber in my bones aches to claim her, mark her and protect her.This is more than love.This is a combination of, care, desire, possessive, admiration, and intense affection.Anybody has an English word for that?But when she had said those words to me, it had tugged at my being. Made this thing beating in my chest pause for a moment.But I think I love her too. Not the type of parasitic love my mothe
RILEYI blush at my reflection in the mirror.With how brutal he is at being king, he takes seriousness into every single details. And that is exactly what I am staring at in this mirror.How brutal he can be at love making.I am too inexperienced to give a term to what we had done last night. But with the way he had stared into my eyes, how he had whispered sweet words into my ears, of how I beautiful I am, of how I fit perfectly to him and how he would always stick close to me, and how tenderly he had stroked me.I don’t know what name to give it, but I know I cried last night. Not for the pain from my tear, but because I had been so overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with how I had to take deep breaths every second as he slowly slide into me inch by inch, overwhelmed by how full I felt when I was finally able to take in all of him. Over whelmed by how his touch and words spoke to my soul, of how his soft stroke made me fall deeper in love with him, and I let him kiss my tears away after he h
RYANLife has taught me to never look down on my instincts. That thing your mind is telling to you might seem unnecessary, even irrelevant at that moment. But the fact that it had come to you at all, means there is a possibility that such occurrences that our instinct is warning about, might actually play out.So I had played my card carelessly. I had entrusted my deepest darkest secrets into Riley’s hands, and I had turned my back to her, giving her enough time to frown in disgust, to silently laugh at my pathetic story. I don’t know.But I just didn’t want to face her and watch her wear whatever expression.I had expected a lot of things from her.Leaving.Shouting.Terming me a monster.All that was in the list of everything terrible.But this kiss I am receiving from her, is not part of the thing I expected. She had cried to my story, touched my back, said soothing things, and now she is kissing me.Does she know that she is pulling on my heartstrings and doing really nasty thin
RILEY He has a fierce grip around my waist. Like he is scared that he could look and not find me here anymore. So he is holding me firm, so that I cannot run away. Does he not know that the things he had just revealed to me had hurt my heart and had given my mind a stronger will to be that one person that will be there for him? I want to always hold him. I want to give him peace. I want to be the arms he will return t after a hectic day as King. Can I be his everything? I am being unnecessary? He had said it himself that once he saw me, I became the highlight of his days, and he became my shadow. I have a lot of questions in my mind, hovering about that revelation. Like, why hadnt he let himself known to me? Maybe if I had found him too earlier, a lot of changes would have happened in our lives. He had been my shadow? Was he the presence I always felt around, and the eyes I always felt watching me? Okay, that should be quite creepy. Then why is my heart, earne
RYANShe had kissed me.She is still kissing me.I am torturing myself.My Lycan is so very ready to chew my head off.She is in my arms, and she seems eager. Though I am not sure she knows what is running through my mind, by her actions.I should pull her closer to me. We are already in my room. I should take her to my bed. Have her in my arms, and maybe mark her.But I can’t. I just cannot. I can’t bear to deceive her. And me not telling her about a lot of things she ought to know about, to me is a deceit.But, as much as I will never really admit it, I am scared.I had hesitated in telling her just one thing and she had run.And I have spent days without having her close. Heavens.It has been a torture.One even worse than that which that man used to put me through.These few days without her has thought me a few things. One of which is that, it is better to never have, than to have and to loss. I had survived days without going to see her when she was still in that pack, though