Celeste skated breathlessly into Zillon's front yard, still wearing the clothing of her wolf's skin. The night had gotten darker, the sun had gone down, and though she had ran to her heart's full content, she still felt like she hadn't done enough. Zillon's words were still engraved in her head. They for one made it hard for her to cut her run short, but sadly, she had to, not because of the matebond, but because of what the elders had once taught her and the other young she-wolves of the pack. No matter what, a newly mated female should return to their mate before 7:00pm. It is said that werewolves were very possessive of their mates, especially the high ranking ones. The elders didn't go in depth as to 'why' as well as 'what' would happen, but she didn't really want to know, because nothing would happen, especially if it concerned her mate. He had said it before, he wanted nothing to do with her, so why would he act out or become possessive when she neglects to com
Celeste woke up in the middle of the night, awfully hungry after not eating anything at all in the day. The food she had cooked earlier on was probably still in the kitchen, and after heating it up, it would have to cease the growls of her empty stomach. Shuffling off of the bed, she stepped onto the floor, and out the door. Slow and cautious, that's how she walked, not wanting to wake Zillon up if there was a possibility that he was asleep. Her steps took her down the stairs, and though she tried her best to be quiet, each spirally positioned board squeaked as she walked down them. She sighed in relief when she tiptoed down the last one, and straight to the kitchen was where she headed. She could practically hear the night on the outside... The crickets, and the dead silence that lingered behind it. Not even a footstep tainted it, however, she could hear movements in the kitchen. It was probably a rat, but even so, she stayed alert as she shoved the door open.
Celeste woke up, wholly covered in sweat. Her body, her clothes, the sheets, every single thing was wet. The breeze that floated inside through the windows was cool, yet she felt as though she was living in a furnace. Her skin burnt, but nothing could equate to the heat between her legs. It felt as though she was standing over high, blue flames that licked at her thighs, and at her most private possession. In the pit of her stomach was a need, a certain desperation that called for Zillon, for his touch, for his warmth... But every time she moved to go to him, the heat between her legs would increase. She felt as if she should touch it, or rather he should, and somehow she couldn't come to understand that feeling at all. Twisting on the bed, Celeste trembled when the heat augmented again, it was painful, so much so that she now felt the need to cry, to scream... But with willpower, she withheld, and continued to twist and turn, desperately hoping Zillon wo
Both Zillon and Celeste turned in the direction of the door, spotting Celia standing right between it. Tears were in her eyes, and at the sight of them, Zillon's eyes changed from orange and back to obsidian. "Celia...? It's not what you think, I swear." He eased away from Celeste, making her wince at the disappearance of his warmth. The heat that had lessened, rose again, and she grunted, eyes pitifully watching as he went straight to her twin sister, wiping away the tears that tainted her cheeks. "I'm so sorry baby." He muttered to her. "You said you wouldn't, you promised, and yet you did." "I...my wolf was in control, she's in heat, that's why." "Is that why you're aroused, why you were all over her, wh—" "Celia, you have to understand, she's my mate, it's almost instinct to touch her, especially if she's in heat." "Then what about me? Is it instinct to touch me too?" "Yes babe." "Then touch me now." "Bu—" "P...please....I...Please..."
It was in the late afternoon when Celeste decided it was time to cook, now that Zillon and Celia came down. Celeste was wearing her clothes from yesterday and Zillon was only in a shorts, no shirt, no shoes. His six pack was on full display and even though Celeste found it comforting to look, she glanced away. "What are you doing down here?" She almost jumped at the sound of the voice, it sounded so different than it did last night when he was speaking to Celia. "I...uh...I was going to cook." "Get out, Celia was just about to do that." Celeste abruptly turned to look at him. "But I—" "Get out Celeste." Pain registered in her heart and just when tears were about to prick her eyes, Celia spoke up. "What are you doing Zillon? Is this how you treat my sister? We'll cook together, nothing's wrong with that." "But you sai—" "It's okay now, babe. I was just angry last night, you can go upstairs, when we're finished, I'll call you." Zillon nodded
Celeste stayed in her room until Celia's scent became faint. She was as hungry as a beggar on the street, but she'd rather starve than eat what Celia had prepared. So she waited until her twin sister left, and now as she tiptoed down the hall, she could only wish that Zillon had left too. But alas, he was somewhere downstairs, she knew. His scent was prominent enough to have the matebond twisting like wires in her tummy. As always, her first instincts was to go to him, but she ignore it and instead walked down the wooden stairs, lodging herself in the kitchen. She searched the cabinets, looking for something easy to cook. What she found were instant noodles and she didn't hesitate to tug one out and place it on the marble counter. She put some water to boil and as soon as it did, she threw the noodle inside and leant against the wall, waiting for it to cook. "Instant noodles, huh? After refusing the food your kindhearted sister offered you, you're in here cooking
A new day, a new Celeste. Last night before bed, she had concluded that she'd hate Zillon for the rest of her life. She wouldn't forgive him ever, not only because he cheated on her, but because he *cheated* on her while she was in heat. She had begged him, she remembered...she had cried to him as well, and he had made it his point to ignore her. It had been her very first time experiencing such a torturous thing, it was painful, mind numbing and she wouldn't in her entire life want to relive it again. But perhaps it wouldn't have hurt so much if Zillon had done his part. If he hadn't marked her, such pain would've never been bestowed upon her in the first place, and despite that, he had the audacity to treat her unfairly. She hated him! She hated him so god damn much...and that's why she got up this morning and made noodle for only herself. He had told her not to touch his food, and she wouldn't, so it's either he ate it raw, ask Celia to come cook for him o
Celeste's heart sunk at his words. Why was he being so harsh? She disobeyed him, yes...but she disobeyed him for his own good. If she hadn't cooked, then would he have had anything to eat? Huffing pitifully at herself, she turned to face away from him. "I know you don't like me, it's obvious, but do you have to treat me this bad?" "I told you, didn't I? You were selfish and inconsiderate to your sister, so I'll just have to be the same to you." Her sister again, everything resolved around her. Celeste could bet on her life that if Celia had been the one to disobey him, a plate of food would still be secured for her. Life...oh how unfair it was. Blinking away the tears that threatened to fall, Celeste marched her way back into the kitchen, her head hanged low. She felt tired...drained; both mentally and physically. Her body was still hot and now sweating, her heart was aching...and it was all because of him. This time she meant it, she hated him and sh