Factured Memories

Steve Smith’s POV.  

Right before she stepped into that room, I could already sense her presence – her distinctive smell, which was a sharp reminder of the moments that we shared together in the past.  

She was different- quite unique among the most powerful of her kinds. Maybe because she was born from the rare fusion of human, werewolf and sorcery.  

Her beauty was unmatched as a child and so was her power, which they had termed as ‘being destructive and dangerous’, leading to her forceful exile.  

As soon as she walked in, I was swept off my feet by her beauty, as I was the first time we met. She was a sweet soul as a child but now, she had turned into a cold-blooded murderer, who wasn’t even aware of her real identity. One, who had no idea of the power inside of her.  

We used to be friends, but to me, we were more than that. We were lovers who were separated before we could discover our feelings for each other. Ironically, the woman I had loved my whole life, was there that night with the purpose of ending it. 

She had sighted me from afar but instead of her walking up to me, she stood still at a spot, sniffing her nose as if she had perceived something. I wanted to see her up close to me – I was eager to see her face although I had always seen it every day of my life, but I couldn’t get enough of it.  

“Are you going to stand there or will you come over here?” I had asked, wanting to get her attention.  

Our eyes met but she looked distracted. She was looking intently at me, and I wondered what could be going through her mind. But when I saw her bite her lips, I realized she had been gushing over me.  

“Well, no woman can resist such a cute looking guy like me” I thought, feeling pompous. A smile crept out of the corner of my mouth, but she was too engrossed with admiring me for her to notice that.  

“Are you done gushing over me?” I asked, waving off a strand of my hair that had covered my face, wanting to display my handsomeness the more.  

Seeing that she had been caught, she quickly composed herself and walked gorgeously towards me. Each of her steps, toyed with my mind.  

When she let out a sigh due to how irritated she was with my behavior, I was glad. Glad that I was able of evoke a reaction within her. And when she feigned compliance and gave ‘a fake apology’, I pretended to believe her because I didn’t want the show to end so quickly.  

I wanted to be around her for as long as I could be. I had been praying for such an opportunity but that devilish father of hers, didn’t give room for my wish to be fulfilled as he always kept her hidden away from the world.  

But when I had the chance, I promised myself to make use of it judiciously. On our way to the hotel, I stole several glances at her without her knowledge. I wished we both could spend the rest of our days being together, but I knew that was a wish that would never happen.  

And if it were to happen, it wouldn’t be then.  

At the hotel when I was drying my hair with a towel, I had seen her trying to inject me, but I pretended not to. And when I turned around interrupting her mission, my eyes fell on her boobs, which made me momentarily lose my sense of reasoning. 

I was immediately aroused and found myself wanting her. I wanted to hold her in my arms, hug her tightly to make up for all the years we had lost. I wanted to kiss her lips and make her moan my name, but I fought back my urge for her.  

“Even if we would have something together, I want it to be a memorable one. I want it to be when she would have regained her identity and remember who I am to her” I thought, wanting to retreat but before I could, she unexpectedly wrapped her arms around my neck.  

Her touch was like diesel which fueled my desire. I couldn’t resist her anymore and so, I pushed her onto the bed, stripping myself off my clothes. Her eyes were lustfully staring at my broad chest and her desperate want to run her hand through it, was boldly written on her face.  

But in those same eyes of hers, I saw hesitation. She seemed to be contemplating about something, and I felt myself withdrawn a little bit.  

“Does she want this? Does she not want to?” I contemplated back and forth. I didn’t want to make her feel used- feel like she had no other option but to satisfy my need. I wanted her to want me and enjoy every bit of the moment.  

But eventually, I made up my mind and decided to go for her.  

Her body was pure fire and the sensation of being inside of her was heavenly.  

Pretending to be asleep after hours of intense sex, I watched her get a hold of the syringe she had hidden, ready to inject me with it. But she hesitated.  

“Has she gotten her blocked memory back? Does she remember me now? Does she not want to kill me?” I thought, my eyes still shut. 

But my hope of her getting her memory back was short-lived when she finally decided to strike.  

I grabbed her hand and flung my eyes open before she could strike me. She looked shocked by the turn of events and before she could react, I injected her with the drug I had prepared in advance, making her numb immediately.  

With a heavy and reluctant heart, I got dressed up and walked out of the room, but not without promising her that we would meet again.  

“The drug. Is it safe? Hope it won't have any effect on her?” I asked Alexander, my Beta, as soon as I hopped into my car, feeling concerned for her.  

“Yes, Alpha. The drug will make her weak and numb for some hours but by the time she wakes up, the effect would have worn out” Alexander replied.  

“Okay, let’s go” I commanded.  

“Where to, my Alpha?” Alexander asked.  

“Call the pack and tell them their Alpha is coming home. Since my step-brother wants me dead, I need to disappear for some years. And for her to be safe, I need to fake my death” I explained.  

“Yes, Alpha” he replied, before kickstarting the car and zooming off.  

As the car moved away from the hotel premises, my heart ached, longing for her. I wanted to be near her but for her safety, I needed to vanish.  

“My Luna, I will be back for you” I reaffirmed my promise to her, even in her absence.  

I promised myself to protect her even if it meant wiping out everyone who was aiming for her life – my pack, inclusive.