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Sean prepared spinach soup, red beans, roasted salmon, and rice for dinner. Steam curled up from the bowls as he loaded her plate, making sure all her nutrient needs were covered. He used to consider humans fragile, but the fact that human females went through this monthly ordeal had shifted his opinion, if only slightly. He had done his share of research on the topic and had felt pain in his own stomach by the time he finished with it. He lifted the tray, grabbed a chocolate from the fridge and headed towards her room. Her scent had taken over his house, weaving through the air, claiming every corner of the space. Each step he took made it stronger, reinforcing her presence, thrilling his wolf. He opened the door and stepped inside, tray in hand. "Here is your din.." His voice caught as he looked up and saw her. There she was, standing in the center of the room. Wrapped in his oversized t-shirt that practically drowned her. The fabric fell to her knees, the piece of cloth draped lo
He waited for her to tell him where she was bleeding, his gaze steady and expectant, while she fidgeted awkwardly.She wasn’t even sure if he even knew what a period was. As far as she knew, female werewolves didn’t bleed every month like human women. "You're hurt?" he asked, growing impatient now. Her lack of response only fueled the knot of worry growing inside him. She sighed inwardly, her cheeks began to burn again as she lowered her gaze and said, "I've got my periods." Sean frowned, completely clueless. "What?" Violet didn't want to explain it to him, especially not to him. It was awkward. Resisting the urge to merge into the wall behind her she began, "Female humans bleed every month." "From where?" he asked, eyes scanning her as if looking for a cut or wound.Violet pressed her eyes shut, heat rushing from her head to her toes. She realized there was no escaping this. She would have to explain the whole biology now.She opened her eyes and began, hoping her voice wouldn’t
Both women's heads snapped in his direction as he approached them. Ayla's features were twisted in rage. "What is she doing here?" she demanded, voice tight with restrained anger. She had heard about the attack and how he brought her to his house. The piece of information had burned her. "What are you doing here?" Sean asked instead, his eyes narrowed in clear disapproval. The man stood between Violet and her, facing Ayla."You are my mate, Sean. I can come here whenever I want," Ayla gritted out, her fists were tightly clenched. Sean turned slightly towards Violet and commanded her, "Go back to your room." Violet didn’t wait to be told again. She slipped away, unwilling to be caught in the storm brewing behind her.Ayla was seething now. "You gave her a room to stay?" she uttered, her voice a mix of shock and fury. "What is happening, Sean?" "She will stay here from now on," Sean stated. Ayla blinked, trying to make sense of his words. “You can't be serious!” she fumed, her
"This is my house and I make the rules here," Sean responded, his voice cutting sharper than he intended. A hint of sourness clouded his features at the mention of Ayla. Violet stood, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. This wasn't a good idea, her instincts were telling her. How would she resist her heart if she stayed with him? Every day would be torture, seeing him with another woman. Her chest felt tight at the very thought, an ache simmering to life. She had survived so much, but this… watching him belong to someone else, it was a pain she wasn’t sure she could endure."I can't stay here," she finally said. "Take me back there," she added, holding his gaze. She wouldn't subject herself to another trauma when it can be avoided. Rotting within those four walls would be better than dying every day, watching him want someone else. At least the walls wouldn’t mock her with their laughter. At least the silence wouldn’t cut her heart open the way his affection for another woman would.
Her eyes fluttered open, revealing two violet jewels within. The haze of sleep still clung to her as she frowned in confusion, struggling to make out what loomed over her. However, the moment her vision cleared, she found herself staring into a wolf's glowing crimson eyes. A paralyzing panic gripped her; he was dangerously close. And then he bared his pointed canines, causing a wave of panic to claw through her chest. "Aaahh," she screamed in horror and threw herself out of the bed. The woman ran towards the other side of the room and pressed her back against the wall. Her frantic eyes locked on him. The wolf pouted before hanging his head in sadness, his ears flattened in solidarity. She ran away from him. She must have found him ugly. His smile scared her. His big brown paws fidgeted nervously as he climbed down from the bed and plopped onto the floor, tail drooping. He kept the distance between them, letting her know he meant no harm to her. His head remained low as he kept peek
Sean exhaled a sigh and rolled over, the mattress molding around his body. The softness of his mattress could coax anyone into a peaceful slumber. But he stayed awake like an owl. Her thoughts and his broken desires didn't let him sleep. Those broken desires kept cutting through his flesh like a swarm of pointed nails for nine months. There was no visible wound, but he felt them festering.This wasn't the first night, sleep had evaded him. It was an everyday thing now. No matter how tired he gets himself, sleep just wouldn't come.However, tonight he was restless. His urge to see her wasn't letting him breathe, much less snore. He ignored the need, pushed it down, but with every passing second, it grew into something unavoidable. With frustration surging through him, he tossed the cover aside and got to his feet. Slipping on his sleepers, he marched out of his house to see her. As the prison was miles away from his place, he decided to drive. All this while, his heart kept twisting a