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-Anastasia- I liked to hear that he wanted to warm me. I liked to hear how he wanted to chase away the cold, because that was exactly what he was doing every time he touched me. But if I allowed him to, I would lose focus. As the anger disappeared, I would no longer be able to do what I needed to do. I wouldn’t be strong enough to kill the people who had taken everything from me. His hands warmed me, but they also made me forget. They made me forget what was important and what I had waited for 14 years to happen. My revenge couldn’t be forgotten. I couldn’t allow it to. “Maybe I want to stay cold,” I whispered. “Like you want to stay angry?” he asked. I nodded. “Aren’t you tired?” I looked at him, surprised. “What?” “Tired of being angry and cold? Isn’t it lonely?” “I can handle it.” He smiled a little. “I don’t deny your strength, little mate. I see it in you. I see how strong you are, but we can’t fight every battle alone. We need people with us. We need them to stay stron
-Anastasia- I was sure Roman already knew that I had had to watch my family die. He said Jackson had told him, or at least told him, a little of my past, but he had not truly confirmed this happened because I had never truly confirmed it. I had let it slip now, and it scared me, because I had not wanted to let him know this. I had not wanted anyone to know. Roman didn’t seem to want to allow me to pull away, though, and he pulled me down on the couch, getting on top of me as I grew desperate. I tried pushing him away, but he would not move. He was so much stronger than me, and I just grew more desperate and more scared. “Get off!” He shook his head. “Please…” I felt the tears sting in my eyes, and soon they rolled down the side of my face. I moved my hands to it and covered it, but Roman grabbed one of them and pushed it away before he wrapped my arm around his neck and then did the same with the other. He pushed me closer to him and made me hug myself to him. I couldn’t stop myse
-Anastasia- Roman suddenly appeared in the bathroom as I had cleaned up. I had just gone to the nearest one, and after opening the door, he leaned against the doorframe, watching me. I couldn’t quite understand the look in his eyes as he watched me, and I looked at him, confused. “What?” I asked. “Do you want to go for a walk before we see your family?” “Why?” I asked him. “Just to spend some time together. I think it was quite a lot for you what just happened.” I didn’t want to think about what had just happened and I crossed my arms, shaking my head. “I want to go home,” I told him. “Are you sure?” “Yes, I want to go back home. I want to go back to my own room and forget I was even here.” Roman narrowed his eyes, and I watched them shine yellow, as he pressed both hands to the doorframe, leaning a little forward. “This isn’t going to be forgotten, little mate.” I looked at him, surprised. “You understand?” I was stunned for a moment, then shook my head. “No.” “You can
-Roman- It was dark when I opened my eyes, having fallen half asleep, but when my mate let out a little groan, she woke me. I was sitting on a chair by the bed, resting my head in my hand. I lifted my head and looked at Ana, who was slowly waking up. She didn’t look very good, though. It just told me this had been a very bad episode. I reached for the glass of water and her tired eyes focused on me. “Roman?” she whispered in a hoarse voice. “Here, drink a little.” She could barely sit up, and I had to help her drink a little water before she laid down again and sighed deeply. I reached out and stroked her cheek, and she closed her eyes for a moment, just enjoying my touch. I smiled a little, still happy to see my touch could provide her a little relief, but I was still concerned. “So, what happened?” I whispered. Ana opened her eyes and focused on me before looking around. “Where am I?” “In my bedroom, of course.” “Why?” she asked, but too tired to fight and get out of bed. “
-Anastasia- He didn’t get it… No one got it. How could they? They had not been through the same as me… I had been groggy and confused when I woke up. This was a very bad episode. I had not had one since I was 12. It had gotten a little easier, and I didn’t feel as bad, but this one was as bad. Maybe worse than the last one I had had at this level. When I woke up, I didn’t feel as I good as I did this morning. Maybe it had something to do with the king. He was sitting in a chair by the bed instead of being in bed with me. I was not sure what had made him decide that was better this time, but the sight of him did calm me. Until I realized I was still stuck in his house, and then he spoke of healing… healing! The only sort of healing I would do was when I drove the knife into my family’s killers’ hearts. I would drive it so deep, but I would do it so slowly, and they would feel my anger as I did it. They would feel all those years of hatred towards them, and it would heal me. He said it
-Roman- I looked at my mate, seeing so many things going on inside of her that I was not quite sure of. I tried reading her even through the bond we had, but the bond had not had time to grow properly yet. We had been apart and only spent a night and a day together. This was all very new still, and I just felt so many confusing things from her side, I couldn’t tell apart. Even the things I saw pass over her face, I couldn’t quite read. I just waited until it seemed like she might have come to a decision. “Would… Would you really want me to move in?” she suddenly asked. I almost dropped my jaw, because I had not expected the sudden change of subject and certainly not to that. She made it sound like she actually did want to move in, but she had made it very clear she just wanted to go home. Ana had spoken of it just moments ago, and now she was talking about moving in. What had just happened inside of her? “I… yes, of course,” I told her. “Of course I would.” “You do know a lot of p
-Anastasia- When I woke up the next morning, I truly felt so much better. I felt stronger, almost, which was very weird. Why would I feel stronger than normal? But then I heard someone sigh behind me. I looked over my shoulder, seeing Roman lying behind me. So that was why I was feeling better? He had finally decided to climb into bed with me, and it was making me feel a lot better. He was making me stronger, I had realized. Was it the mate bond? Was it just his powers from being a lycan and king? I knew alphas had a powerful energy that could both seem threatening but also give a sense of strength and safety if they were close to you. It was why, if the alpha was strong, then so was the pack. If he was good, then the pack was happy. Maybe it was just a mix of both. I looked at the arm he had around my waist and was about to pull it away when I stopped myself. No need to fight it all if we need to get close to him, right? My wolf was right. I needed Roman to find those who had hurt
-Roman- I had enjoyed my run with my little mate a lot. Ana had teased me and tried to outrun me, but I had caught her in the end and I had finally gotten a chance to taste her. She seemed different this morning. She didn’t just have more energy, but she didn’t even fight me. Ana just let me push her down on the ground and revealed herself to me. She gave herself to me and I had shown her just how much I appreciated her submission to me. I had been hard the whole way back though, and I very much wanted to feel my mate’s hands on me again, so I could find some release. But after changing into some clean clothes, she turned to me and said something that concerned me. “I think I should go home today.” I looked at her, confused. Had we not agreed, she should stay here. We aren’t letting her go home! Verlon was definitely not letting our mate go back to her home. She was staying here from now on, so what the hell was she talking about? “Had we not agreed you’re moving in?” Ana nodded