"I can't believe they locked us up with a babysitter!" Lia pouted, as she crossed her arms indignantly as we sat on the floor of my old room."You mean, your mate?" I asked."Same thing, if he's practicallytreating us like pups!"Brianna was quiet, as she repeatedly twirled a strand of her long hair in her fingers and anxiously glanced out the window. I could tell she didn't like the fact that Zed left."What if something happens to them?"She asked, chewing on her lip, worry evident in her eyes."Dameon said to stay here-" I said,but Lia cut me off."And you're just going to listen to him like the good little obedient girl that you are, aren't you?"Annoyance flared in me at her condescending tone. "Yes, I am.Because I trust him,"She rolled her eyes, about to make a comeback when Brianna suddenly stood up. "I'm going after them,""What?!" I exclaimed."I can't just sit here and wait when my mate could be in danger. I have to be with him, at least," she pulled on her shoes, tying h
Things have been awkward between my father and I. Despite always having dreamed of having a family, now that he was here I don't really know what to do.i had no idea what to do. What did families do together? Go to the park? Have meals at the same table? I wouldn't know.He felt like a stranger.It was sad to say, but as I watched him in the kitchen with Ralph trying to help with the dishes because he had been staying with him, I couldn't help but think that I really didn't know him."What's on your mind, shortcake?"Dameon kissed my head, his arms wrapping tighter around me where I sat on his lap.I shook my head. "Nothing. Just feel odd, that all,""And that's perfectly normal,"he reassured me, kissing my cheek again.And then again and again. I giggled as he smothers me in kisses."Goddess, are you incapable of keepingyour hands off the sheep? She is not going anywhere you know," Zed walked into the room from the backyard holding two glasses of lemonade and glaring disdainfully at
When I woke up, I recognized the ceiling of the room. I was in my room at Ralph's house. I shook my head to get rid of the dizziness, looking to my side, where Dameon was, passed out on the bed, his hands in mine. When I moved, he woke up." What is happening? " I asked him cause at this point I had no idea of what was happening. That man couldn't be my dad-- it's just not possible. He abandoned my mom and I. Why in the world would he go through the trouble of finding me after all this time? If it was really him, then he must want something. And whatever it is, it can't be good." He is still saying that he is your father. He…. Want to talk to you." I held the sheets of the bed tightly. I don't like this. I was finally getting better. Things were finally feeling normal. For once. But now, he shows up. A man that I am completely estranged from, one I didn't even know his name. Yet, he is the reason I exist. I just couldn't wrapped my head around it." You don't have to see him. W
all the thing that were weighing me down off my chest. I also learnt to what extent an alpha would go through to protect their mate. Which was intense, and how I know not to push past his boundaries. It was unfair of me to had let Jake go unchecked for so long.I told Dame on about everything that had happened in school,like how Adam targeted and almost killed me. Dame on had made sure he was severely punished. Adam was expelled and put under house arrest, although Dameon had wanted him banished but the council thought it was too harsh of a punishment for someone so young. It made me sad, because he almost had me killed and had spread rumors about me.I have been working on my mental state, of course with Dameon's help. He ensures that I take my medication every night and makes sure that I eat properly, no more skipping meals. I hate feeling like I had to be taken take of, but he reassured me that he live love me every time, giving me all his live and affection that practically made
"I-I don't have anything else to offer. Nothing to make up for hurting you the way I d-did "Don't say that," his tone was grave. "Don't you ever think that's all I want you for. You're my mate.My reason for existing.!" He said,angry. I had done it again "But sometimes...I don't understand how you can love me," I confessed, trying to keep my tears at bay. "Why would you ever think that?" he asked me, pain in his voice. "You know why. 'Cause...because I am like this. I'm irrational, unstable. I-I act crazy! My thoughts aren't good,either! And I'm so scared of ruining everything we have," I look up at him,lips trembling and eyes glimmering with unshed tears. "I can't ruin this, Dameon," I shook my head. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Everything good in my life is because of you. AndI'm-I'm so sorry for not being more appreciative. For being a bitch," I sniffled "Hey. You don't need to be appreciative of my love, or that you're being taken care of. Those are
We lay in each other's arms for the longest time after the intense sex; he eventually picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom. He sat down in the shower, and I whined in the complaint, clinging on to him as he turned on the water, needy for his touch. He presses me against the tiled wall, as if telling me to be patient, towering over me with how big he is, and I feel trapped. I liked it way too much. I trailed my hands up his chest through the rivulets of water until I reached his neck, standing on my to try and pull him down to me. Of course, doedidn'trk, and seeing my struggle, he leaned down, taking my ass in his hands and picking me up again. I immediately wrap my legs around his hips, nipping at his lips with my tiny canines and grinding my body against his. He melts into it immediately, But then he curses his breath, stopping himself. "You'Il bleed," he warned, "I fucked you way too hard just now," I shook my head. "Please," I beg, "I want you to take as much
"I'm sorry, willow. I'm sorry," his tone was full of regret. "Are you? Do you-do you even love me?" I sobbed, throwing more and more stuff at the bag, not even looking at what the items are anymore. "What? Why would you even say that?!""Because that man who just fucking shouted at me out there didn't seem like he didn't!" I yell, digging my nails back into the bloody crescents that I previously stamped into my palms. I knew what I was saying wasn't true. I knew he loved me. But the toxic part of me wanted him to feel so guilty and bad for getting mad at me that I didn't care anymore. "I do love you. I love you more than anything," he pleaded as he walked into the room, but I shook my head. "Don't try and stop me. I'm going back to Ralph. To someone I can trust." I knew the last part was a low blow, but I Couldn't stop myself. He went quiet, and I continued grabbing my things around the room, ignoring his presence. Once I deemed my bags packed', I pushed past him out the bedroom
The car ride back to the house was silent. I got out of the car without a word, slamming the door. Guilty of being mean to Jake immediately overcame me, but I didn't turn back. I couldn't even look at him right now. The lights were off, which meant that Dameon wasn't home yet. I was too tired to shower, so I just washed my face and put ice on my eyes to reduce the swelling and erase the evidence that I had been crying. 30 minutes later I looked completely fine. At least on the outside. I fell asleep on the couch, tired from everything that happened. I wake up to Dameon's keys in the door. He was home! Thank goodness. He was just what I needed after this terrible day. I smiled sleepily, holding my arms out for him as he came in, and he immediately dropped his stuff on the floor to come to me. "How's my pretty baby?" he coos, kneeling down to kiss me as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips back into his. "Good," I lied when we pulled away, "How was your work?" He d
I was backstage, my stomach full of nervous butterflies. It was not like there was much to be scared of, but big events always gave me anxiety. The play had already started, but we were not even halfway through. "Willow, willow!" I heard the theatre teacher call me from the changing room. I turned as she approached, my palms sweaty. What's happening? "Willow, our actor for the peasant boy, is sick, and the extra just hurt his leg. You studied the lines, right? I need you to do it!" My eyes went wide, my stomach plummeting. "-I don't think-" "Nonsense, sweetie! You can do it!" She aggressively smiled at me, wrapping a brown shawl around me for the costume. I shook my head, looking around for help but what I saw was Adam in the corner, smirking with his arms crossed. I immediately knew how the other Extra 'hurt his leg.' Adam Was behind it. All because he knows I never had it in me to perform and he wanted to humiliate me. But I had no time to confront him because the theatre te