He was pretending.
Keira POV He placed a shot glass of negroni on the rocks and a liqueur I didn’t know on the balcony table, before going to get some fruit and straws. "What's this?" I asked when Augustine handed me the liqueur. "A good bartender keeps their special recipe a secret, baby." He murmured. "I can smell a rum, you really love rum, don’t you?" I spoke out loud. "Yeah, I really love rum," Augustine smiled but he stiffened for a second, "Do you know its name?" He added the whipped cream while stooping, then topped it with a cherry. "It is known as Angel's Kiss." He whispered, gazing into my eyes. The wind in the summer feels dreamlike, the feverish enthusiasm burns my eyes and stops my time. I pretended nothing had happened as I placed the glass to my lips and took a sip. "They are sweet and viscous!" I exclaimed, raising my head. "It's Kahlúa. Do you mind?" Augustine took a step closer to me. "What..." I blinked nervously. "I wanna taste." His deep voice was in the summer air, co
Keira POV He lifted my chin with his finger and I peered into his possessive eyes, "Remember to put your earrings on. You are welcome to use the bathtub whenever you like in my bathroom." Augustine then turned around and went away. He made me feel weird, sometimes I didn't know which was the real him. After taking a shower, I went to bed and had a dream that the earrings turned into locks that prohibited me from moving. I opened my eyes and I felt as though I was sitting in a grand room that opened to the forest as the sunshine streamed in through floor-to-ceiling windows. Augustine must have left to take care of the pack business because nobody was home when I came down the stairs but the living room and kitchen were tidy. I sat down on the couch and debated whether I should spend my days watching movies in this sun-drenched living room or go meet Lynede. I paused just before my phone rang, and it was Dylan. "Hello, Dylan." "Keira, I'm at a rehearsal for my friend's wedding, do
Keira POV Dylan's smile from earlier in the day vanished at the sound of my question, and the melancholy in his eyes took its place. Dylan sighed for a split second. He groaned, setting his cup down on the table. After some moments, he said, "Nothing, I merely realized that my childhood desire will never come true." "Why?" His eyes reminded me of a dead sea as I stared into them: calm, lifeless, and filled with desperation. Dylan ceased to talk. We were familiar with one another because we shared a childhood. He declined to tell me about his childhood aspirations, and I opted not to share the secret I had withheld from my brother. "This is the only thing I won't tell you." He murmured as the bartender poured him a Tennessee whiskey. "I promise, I have only one item I'm concealing from you too." I said as I held out my hand and winked, "But I still don't know why you cried when you told me you've shifted." "Same." He spoke but he didn't answer my last question. We exchanged glanc
Keira POV I remembered our argument when I was lying in bed. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Despite tossing and turning, I didn't fall asleep until two in the morning. I was immobile in the dream because my arms were restrained by the algae, and I was buried in the sea while gasping for air. The water was getting warmer, and the weight of everything holding me down was gradually increasing. I felt like I was going to die from the oppressive heat and stifling sensation. When I opened my eyes, I noticed dark hair instead of algae. "Augustine?" I shouted, "What are you doing?" He ignored me as he leaned over me and buried his head between my breasts. I pushed his head. He seized my hands and pressed them on the bed without saying a word. His skin was so hot that it nearly hurt me. I became aware of his toplessness and the fact that my pajamas had been thrown to the ground at that time. Augustine stared at me, "Don't fight with me, puppy." "How'd you get in?" I h
Keira POV "Good girl." Hearing what I said, a satisfied smile appeared in his mouth. He leaned over, took my clit in his mouth licking the sensitive spot, again and again, and his fingers thrust deeper and deeper. I moaned for what I desired and he sucked my clit hard, all I could do was scream his name. His tongue lashed over my clit as he reply, my body trembled and lost control, and my orgasm eventually ended after drowning me. I was panting as I stared at him with tears in my eyes. Augustine looked at me as he raised his head, but he was still feeling the twitching in my pussy with his fingers there. "See, no one could resist the mate pull," He leaned close to me, untied the belt tied on my hands, and ran his hand through my hair, "you are my mate, Keira. We could be happier, do you wanna try?" I was drawn to his blue eyes and dragged into his world where his voice was the only key that would guide me out of the maze, and the compass in my hand didn't work. Yes, Augustine is m
Keira POV The next morning, I woke up in Augustine's arms. I stared at his sleeping face and rubbed his obsidian-like hair away from his forehead to reveal the deep sockets of his eyes. I felt a little bad that I couldn't see his blue pupils. My fingers moved from his high nose to his thin lips, someone once said that a person with such lips was heartless. I approach closer to him, wondering if he is equally cruel, and then I smell the rum. I've been able to sense this odor ever since I met him. Is it rum? He never acknowledged his odor to me, even at the PARK cafe. He always veered off-topic anytime I brought up rum. This realization caused me to have an epiphanic moment. He didn't want me to notice his odor! But why? How warm his embrace was last night, how cold my heart is now. Maybe there was some reason he can't talk about it? Or does he just simply not want me to know what he smells like? I took a long breath as I took in the face and realized that it was not the right tim
Keira POV Augustine heard what I said, his eyes appeared to be condemning me for being vexatious, "We only knew each other as children, I won't try to keep anything from you." Nonsense, you don't want to tell me your smell. He took a long breath as he watched me blame him with the maintain-same expression, "You know I don't want to argue with you," Augustine approached me till our breaths were intertwined, at which point he softly kissed me and said, "I knew Rhoda from an early age. When I was 16, I lived in Kurt's house for some reason." "I assumed you didn't even know her. After all, you embarrassed her in public at hunting." I sneered while curving my mouth. "Enough!" Augustine said with narrowed eyes. He withdrew his hand from my waist and took his gentle gaze away from my face. It appeared as though this was the extent of his acting abilities. "You can't leave here until high tea, I need to talk with Kurt." "What do you mean? I can't leave this room?" The more emotional I be
Keira POV "Apologize to her." Augustine said to me with an expressionless face. "What?" "I don't want to repeat it." "I didn't push her! Why should I apologize!" I froze. He didn't even inquire more! This was unfair! "You mean Rhoda is lying? Why does she do that?" "I'm OK, Augustine... it's just a little cut." Rhoda said softly while holding her forehead. "You heard me, Keira!" Casting a glance at Rhoda's injuries, Augustine spoke to me more sternly. "She couldn't have lied, right? What about you?" I mocked. His determined expression only added insult to my injury. "You go treat the wound." Augustine said, giving Rhoda a glance. "Augustine..." "Now!" Rhoda stomped her foot and walked out of the room as her smug grin vanished. "And you know we can't let anyone else hear what we're about to talk about, don't you?" I stared at the door Rhoda had just slammed shut, unaware of the dangerous light in Augustine's eyes as he walked toward me. "Look at me," Augustine grabbed my c