I stop to put on the shoes Soraya let me borrow earlier today, but Azaire seems to have other plans, as he spins around with his back towards me.
“Hop on,” he ushers.
“What? No!” I protest, and bend down to put the shoes on.
“We don’t have time for this, I’ll carry you,” he says, pulling me up again. “And I think you prefer a piggyback ride instead of me carrying you bridal style.”
He smirks at me, and I scrunch my nose up. He is right, but we’re wasting time. I could have put on my shoes by now if he didn’t complain so much.
“No,” I tell him firmly, and rip my hand from his hold.
He sighs excessively, but waits for me as I slip them on, and I send him an over-exaggerated smile as I’m done, and brush past him to exit the house. Once I’m a few meters away from the house, I feel his warm hand wrap around mine, and I look down at it, before arching a brow at him. Even though I know he wants to be my mate and all, he isn’t. And he won’t be. I don’t want to give him false hope, so I retract my hand, and wrap my arms protectively around myself, so he can’t get a hold of it again.
So much for that, though.
He puts his arm around my shoulders next, chuckling lightly as he walks next to me, and I feel like I was just outplayed. I got rid of a green slime-blob, but I was killed by an exploding creeper that came in behind me. It’s really fucking annoying. Especially with his mood swings.
“I have to make sure you won’t run away from me, little mate,” he whispers into my ear, knowing I’ll hear every word he ever utters as long as he’s near. He then kisses my cheek, and I shudder, feeling the sparks flow through my body, traveling at the speed of light.
“I won’t,” I say, trying to get away from him, but with no luck.
He tightens his arm around me, as a blonde man, around Azaire’s age, yells his name and starts waving. He is grinning so widely, and I swear, I think the man is taunting my mate. He makes smooching sounds, kissing into the air, and laughing loudly as we approach the house he’s standing outside. Azaire doesn’t let go of me, but he smacks the man on the back of his head with a growl rumbling deep down inside his chest. The man still laughs, but he backs off, and then he looks at me.
He’s got baby blue eyes, and so blonde hair it’s almost white. His face is clean shaved, and he looks to be just as strong as Azaire, and he’s definitely competing with him in the handsome category, but I have to admit, I haven’t ever seen anyone as good-looking as Azaire. Ever.
“So you’re the unlucky girl that has to spend her whole life with this fucker,” the blonde guy says, grinning widely.
“Be nice,” Azaire sneers, hitting him in the head once again.
“Alright, alright,” the man says while struggling to contain his laughter, “hi, I’m Aiden.”
He holds out his hand to me, and I take it reluctantly.
“Yohanna,” I mutter.
I really enjoy this. I like how Aiden seems to get to Azaire, but they’re still best friends. Aiden wiggles his eyebrows at Azaire, but Azaire growls again, and pulls me with him towards the small house, and opens up the door.
It’s… not what I expected. We step into a small room with coats and shoes everywhere, and I mean everywhere, and as Azaire takes off his own shoes, I do too. Azaire then reaches for my hand, as if he’s still afraid I’ll take off running or something, but I don’t think I will. Yet. This house is poking my curiosity in ways I never thought were possible. It smells amazing, too, like they’re burning some kind of incense somewhere.
As we step over the threshold to the living room, I’m met with a chaos of colors and decorations. No color is anywhere more than twice, but everything has a color. There’s no black or white at all in this room. There’s candles everywhere, in every shape and form you can imagine. There’s a unicorn one with the wick sticking out of its ass on a chest of drawers against the far wall, there’s a dragon one with the wick out of its mouth, and I’m pretty sure I saw one that looked like two people having sex, too, before Azaire pulled me through the room towards the kitchen.
The kitchen has white cupboards and a black countertop, but the rest of the stuff in there is pretty much like the living room. My mouth is agape as I take it all in. There’s a huge Pride-flag hanging on one of the walls, with several polaroids of Aiden and a black-haired man kissing, laughing and hugging scattered around the flag. I guess the black-haired man is Aiden’s mate, then.
“Zander!” Aiden yells behind me, before he walks past me, and sits down on one of the chairs sitting by the dining table in there. “We have guests!”
Azaire lets go of my hand, surprisingly, and sits down by the table, too, reaching for a deck of cards. He starts shuffling them just as I hear a loud thump, like someone has fallen down, and I turn around to see the same black-haired man from the polaroids on his ass on the floor, scrunching his nose up.
“Quite a first impression, huh?” he says, before rolling his eyes, and then he gets up, looking like he’s never done anything other than getting up from the floor his whole life. I wish I had that much grace every time I was clumsy.
He smiles at me, and holds his hand out once he’s closer. I take it, and I instantly feel a lot calmer than usual. Like I’m supposed to be here. The feeling is very strange, and I’m not sure if I should trust it or not. If Azaire is my mate, shouldn’t I feel this way when he’s near? Why do I feel like this with this guy instead?
“Alexander,” he says, smiling at me. “But these dickheads probably told you my name is Zander.”
He nods towards Aiden and Azaire, who are both grinning, before Azaire looks at me questioningly.
“You want to play, Yohanna?” he asks, emphasizing my name, so I don’t need to say it to Alexander.
“What are you playing?” I ask, dropping Alexander’s hand as I walk closer to the table to sit down next to Azaire.
I feel so conflicted. I want to be close to Alexander, and see why my gut is telling me he’s okay to trust, but at the same time, I feel like I should be trusting Azaire. My mate.
“Texas Hold’em,” Azaire answers, grinning at me.
Fortunately for me, I know how to play that game. My grandmother didn’t play anything else, and she might have had a gambling problem, but I digress. The point is, I can totally keep up with this.
“Deal me in,” I say, smirking at Azaire.
He seems surprised, but raises an eyebrow as if he’s accepting my non-existent challenge, while Alexander retrieves an aluminum suitcase, probably holding chips and other stuff for the game.
I smile at him as he sits down opposite me, and he smiles back, before he opens up the suitcase.
I stare at my two hole cards for a moment, hiding them with my hand so Azaire won’t see. He’s tried a few times already, but I always shoot him a glare. One time I even slapped his arm to get him to look away, and that seemed to work for a few rounds. Alexander is awesome, though. He’s loud and dramatic, but he’s amazing. He’s got the most chips right now, while Aiden is almost out, and Azaire and I are about the same.My cards are actually kind of good. I have the ten and Queen of spades. I can only hope the community cards are just as good, and that I’ll end up with something awesome, so I can beat Azaire and take all his chips. I’m quite competitive, which I had forgotten during these past five years, being on my own. We all place our bets, and Aiden eventually flips over the first three community cards, the flop, revealing a Jack and Ace of spades and a three of diamonds.Hope builds inside me as
I don’t know what else to say. Maybe I feel like I can trust him because he knows what it’s like for me.“Azaire told me you couldn’t mindlink because you weren’t a part of their pack,” I say, not really sure where I wanted to go with that. I bite my lip and stop, as I look at a painting on one of the walls. It’s got a lot of yellow, and a few other colors faded in the corners, but the star of the show is a black heart, dead in the center of the canvas. I love it.“I’m not,” Alexander sighs, and scrunches his nose up again. “I don’t know where my pack is. Aiden has been trying to help me find it since we met, but there’s no luck. It’s like they’ve disappeared from the face of the earth.”“I’m sorry,” I mutter, and look into his black-as-night eyes. I smile a little, and press my head into his shoulder, for a
I’m pacing back and forth inside of the guest room, in Azaire’s family home. I don’t know what to do. Should I ask Alexander what his birthmark looks like? Should I keep my mouth shut about that until I know more? Uno probably knows something, right?“Holy shit, Yohanna, can you sit down? I’m trying to sleep,” Azaire’s voice cuts through my thoughts as he speaks from his own room. I sigh, and sit down on the edge of my bed.“Sorry,” I whisper, knowing he can hear me.My ears still perk up whenever my wolf-instincts know he’s near, but it’s not anywhere near as intense as the first day. We’re just now sitting on opposite ends of our shared wall, while I’m trying to figure out what to do. I’ve kept my distance from him ever since I saw it in his eyes that he wanted to kiss me yesterday. His gaze haunted me in my dreams, and I already dreamt
“How do I mindlink my pack?” I ask him, and look down towards the flowers to distract myself from him.“Why don’t we do the basics first, huh?” he says, putting his arms around my waist now. “You used your vision, right? And your hearing is getting better, so why don’t we focus on smelling today, and if you can do that, maybe we’ll see if you can use them all together.”I take a step away from him, pushing his arms away from my body, and sigh.“I just want to know where my real family is, and my pack,” I say, “I never knew this was how any of this worked, but now that I know, I just want to know if they’re out there, and if I can mindlink them, I can find them.”“Yohanna,” Azaire sighs, and closes his eyes for a second, as if he’s trying to figure out the exact words to use. “Mindlinking is pre
I have been with the Kaios pack for a little over a week, now. I’ve become a little closer with everyone, but I’m still not sure who I can trust. Alexander had quickly become my best friend. It wasn’t exactly hard for him to earn that title, but still, it feels good to have someone close to me that I can talk to. I’ve actually talked to him about how well my training with Azaire seems to be going, and I’ve tried to get him to tell me what it means to be “fully mated”, but he wants Azaire to be the one to tell me. I’m pretty sure it has something to do with sex, though, so I’ve tried to keep my distance from him outside of our training. I’ve gotten better at everything, actually. I can even tune Azaire out, if I want to, now, and I can listen for the other people in his house pretty easily. Not that I’m eavesdropping or anything.Azaire said a few days ago that we can start to work on my shifting s
She eyes me suspiciously, but lets it go. For now, I suspect. She is ready to pop at any second, I think. She and Marco has been spending a lot of time in their room, planning for the baby, probably. I haven’t seen much of them the whole week I’ve been here, and I haven’t really seen or talked to Calithea, either, or Alessandro. Ha, I still think it’s funny that their names are Alessandro and Calithea. I know Alessandro prefers to be called Alessandro, but Calithea calls him Alessandro, and that’s so cute..The people around the table starts to talk to each other again, and I smile, still, before picking up the slice of bread on my plate. I take a bite out of it, and hum a little as I chew. It’s really good. Soraya got up early to bake bread this morning, and it’s still warm as I bite into it. I have brown cheese on top, and it’s really fucking delicious. I didn’t know how much I had missed brown cheese until
Azaire is sitting right in front of me. My head is leaned on his shoulder as I let my tears silently run down my face, making his t-shirt all wet. I don’t even take any time to appreciate his bare biceps, I just let him hold my hands tightly, and it feels oddly comforting to be near him. Not enough to let him have his arms around me, but enough to make me feel a little better. He hasn’t said anything either, he just knelt in front of me and grabbed my hands. He probably knows I listened to what he was saying in my defense to his brother, and I’m kind of glad he does, that way I don’t have to tell him what I heard.A few more moments go by as I just bask in his presence, and the smell of exhaust and the woods encapsulating our own little bubble out here in the backyard. Then a question suddenly comes to mind, and I lift my head up from his shoulder, to look at him. He furrows his brows as I do, and searches my face for some kind of hint as
“I built a muscle car, and Aiden and I kept modifying it whenever I got restless or had some anger built up because I never found you,” he explains, still looking into my eyes.“So… you built a car because you didn’t find me? That’s… interesting,” I say, and look down at his chest. It is rising and falling evenly with his breaths, and it’s somehow making me feel like I’m drawn to him. Like I’m supposed to stay here, this close to him, for the rest of times. But my gut still tells me I shouldn’t trust him, or throw myself at him, no matter how much my body wants me to.“It seemed like the better thing to do. Before we started building the car, I trained all day, and kept breaking my bones everywhere from kicking, hitting and slamming myself against the concrete walls in the basement.”I just nod. I don’t like the idea of him hurtin