Celeste brushed her teeth and took a quick shower before she ended up in the kitchen, seasoning the meat Zillon had brought back with him. She felt as hopeless as she did yesterday. She felt like she was without a chance. Her heat was gone, but the pain in her heart wasn't. What he said this morning was still playing around with her mind. 'The mark means nothing either, I was just caught up in the moment.' He could've never just been caught up in the moment. The elders were rather detailed when they taught her about marks. A mark is like a confession, especially if it's done during sex. Instincts take over, the matebond rises and then the teeth bares. Without attraction, without a bond, that would never happen... Or perhaps while making love to her last night he was thinking about Celia. How mortifying... It must've been a torture for him to look her in the eyes, it must've been so hard for him, but could you imagine how hard it was for her? She k
Zillon looked back at his house one more time before taking on the road. He didn't know why, but his guts, or rather his instinct kept telling him to go back. Celeste had seem different when she walked pass him. There was no life in her eyes, and her face reflected nothing but pain. His heart honestly ached when he saw her like that, but what else could he do? Giving her hope would be even more painful, it would destroy her, well that's if she wasn't destroyed already. Sorrow clouded his vision when he thought of it. Since the very moment she stepped into the house, he was bad to her. He treated her as if she was nobody and then blamed it on the fact that she was weak. But it wasn't her who was weak, it was him. He was unable to sort out his feelings, unable to choose, unable to be honest with himself. That poor girl had done so much for him since she moved in. She wanted to see him happy, and yet all he did was make her sad. He regretted his actions, and the
"Her vein was cut during the incident, since she's an omega, it had put her life in danger. One second later and it would've been impossible to save her." "Then do you mean she'll be okay? Is she awake?" The doctor shook his head. "Not yet, but perhaps after a good night's rest she'll be okay." "Perhaps? What do you mean by perhaps?" "I mea—" "Zillon stop perplexing the doctor. He's obviously doing what he can. If Celeste really wanted to live, she wouldn't have done something like that." Celia wrapped an arm around his torso, resting her head against his chest. "Why not pay more attention to me?" "Celia, this is not the time to play around." He pushed her away, redirecting his eyes to the doctor. "What do you mean by perhaps?" "Her heartbeat is stabilized, but she is recovering slowly, if not today, then perhaps in a week she'll wake up. After losing so much blood, her body is weak, she needs time." "Isn't she a wolf, shouldn't she able to heal f
It didn't take long for Celeste's parents to bombard Zillon's privacy. They all flooded in with Celia behind them and a couple of pack members who's name Zillon didn't cater for."Is she alright? What did the doctor say?"It was Celeste's mother who spoke first, worry seeming to be embroideried in her eyes.Zillon sighed, peeking over at Celeste who was still unconscious. "She doesn't look alright, does she? The doctor said she might wake up today, if not then he'll give her week.""Oh my poor daughter."Celeste's father threw an arm over the worried woman's shoulder, then rolled his eyes. "I warned her before she left, didn't I? And now look, she drove herself under the pressure and couldn't withstand it. Celia would've never done such a thing. She has no reason to anyways.""Stop it, Williams. I told you many times that you're honesty will get you kil
"Then I; Celeste Morales rejects you Zil..."Zillon acted as quick as his heartbeat when he crashed his lips against hers. He wasn't even sure of his actions until it was already done.The bad thing was that he had kissed her without permission, but the good thing was that he had stopped her from rejecting him. Should he pull away now then?He should, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to. Her lips tasted as good as the first time his lips had touch them despite how dry they were. They tasted like her scent; minty and not that he had tasted lavender before, but they had a hint of that too.He couldn't help himself, he had to get closer, he had to have more...Climbing onto the bed, he brought his hand beneath her chin, using a finger to lift her head. His lips moved slowly against hers, exuding the passion hers wasn't and though his hand aimed to pull her closer, hers on
Celeste's eyes fluttered open, only to be greeted by the bright, unsolicited sun. The curtains were already drawn, the windows tilted open and Zillon was nowhere to be seen.His scent still lingered in the room, but it wasn't strong which meant he probably left more than a hour ago. Perhaps he was with Celia now and even if he wasn't, his whereabouts wasn't any of her business.Sitting up on the bed, Celeste looked down at her bondaged arm. What had willed her to put pressure on the razor that day?Which demon from hell had persuaded her that dying would be better than living?Why did she not think about the fact that it'd be painful?Why did she just think about what Zillon did, where he was going and what he'd do in the future?Why didn't she think about herself?She was a fool, but she wouldn't be a fool anymore. Her feelings now came
Celeste took up her bags off the floor and waved at the doctor. "Thanks for saving my life and also for the early discharge.""You're soon to be Luna, you don't have to thank me, I'm just doing my job as the pack doctor."Luna? Celeste wanted to laugh at herself but smiled at him instead. The bondage around her arm proved that she wasn't Luna material, but maybe this doctor's conviction came from the solidity of words. If so then..."I'm not a future Luna, my position has yet to be confirmed. I'm an omega, the bottom of the hierarchy, you don't have to show me respect...my rank is lower than yours."With that, she gripped her bag straps tighter and walked pass him. She wasn't going to be the Luna of the pack, she wouldn't entice the idea or give the pack members hope. They didn't deserve to be lied to, to be played like Zillon played her.What they deserved was a strong Luna who
Celeste cried silently as he drove, back turned to him and face shielded away by her hands. She hated him, she hated him so much. If so, why was it that his words still hurt her then?Why was it that back at the hospital she couldn't stop wishing he'd come?And why was it that when she finally saw his face, relief had washed her thoroughly?She still loved him, didn't she?No matter how much she tried to deny it or how much she walked around it, the truth wouldn't hold back when it slapped her like her a brick in the face. She loved him and she wouldn't stop.She might want to, but the matebond would never truly let her. That's why she wanted to get rid of it, that's why she kept praying on a rejection, coaxing him to either reject her or accept hers.But it seems getting him to do either wasn't going to be a walk in the park, still, she'd continue to try unt