What do you wear to meet a Supernatural Council? I have no idea. I rifle through the clothes, pulling out a soft grey coloured dress because it feels more appropriate than my usual leggings. It’s got small, capped sleeves and a neckline that scoops enough to give me a flattering cleavage. It hugs annoyingly to my waist and hips, though I guess my body is more to blame for that than the fabric. It comes down, stopping just above my ankles, so it feels nicely covering despite the side splits.I walk back into the bathroom. Aeron was kind enough to bring some toiletries and I set about brushing my hair and making my face more presentable. I dab some concealer under my eyes, brush my brows and put a smidgeon of mascara on my lashes. I was never one for makeup, but right now, I look a little too pale. A little off. I dab a tiny bit of blusher just to make me look healthy and then call it quits.I step out from Cain’s room and both he and Aeron are leaning against the other wall, looking at
I wake and for a moment, I don’t remember where I am. The bed, the room, everything feels alien. My heart pounds wildly in my chest and I gasp for breath.“It’s okay.” Cain murmurs soothingly. His body is wrapped around me. He’s spooning me and, as his arms hold me, I feel safe.I don’t know what time it is, when he needs to get up, when I need to get up.“Not yet.” He says, running his hand along my thigh. My breath hitches at his touch and I know he can hear it.“I just want to smell you, mate.” He whispers pulling me in even tighter.It’s a lie. A half-truth and we both know it.I can feel his erection. His dick is pressing so hard into my arse. I can hear our breathing. It feels like it’s surrounding us both. I don’t even realise but I’m pushing against him, grinding just a little.“Cain.” I murmur but he doesn’t answer. His hand is along the back of my thigh, it’s all I can think of.I roll over slightly, looking up at him. He meets my gaze with a slight smirk. We both know where
She knows. I keep replaying the look on her face when Cain said it. I keep replaying the way she felt in my arms too.The way she jumped right into them when I was there and she was scared.And then, I keep thinking of him, of the fact he got into our Residence. That he got into her room. That he was touching her.Thank fuck she killed him because I would have ripped him limb from limb. Hell, if she hadn’t jumped into my arms, I might have done it too. My anger was raging but the minute I held her, all I could focus on was her body against mine, how much she was trembling, how much she was leaning into me, wanting me to protect her. Needing me to.My dick comes alive at that thought. At the fact she chose me. That for once, her fear didn’t overwhelm her. Maybe the Mate-bond is starting to properly affect her or maybe she’s starting to trust us, but either way, I know it’s a good sign.“Alpha.” One of my Wolves say tapping on my office door.“What?”“They’ve accepted your request for a
Cain carries me to his room and puts me down on my feet. I shake as I realise where we are.“You need to wash.” He says, looking at the blood covering me. I’ve covered his t-shirt too. He’s almost as covered as I am.I nod. I know he’s right, but I have so many questions right now. I don’t even know enough about how this mate thing works to know what questions to ask.“I’ll answer everything after you take a shower.” He says.I nod, unable to find the words to speak and so I walk away from him, hoping that I might be able to get my thoughts together.I strip off in the bathroom, it’s not like I was really wearing any clothes anyway. The hot water pours over me and I scrub every bit of Silas’s blood from my body, from my skin, from under my nails.I can’t believe I killed him. I can’t quite believe he’s dead. That man gave me nothing but pain for years. And there’s a big chance he killed my parents too. I’m glad he’s dead. I’m glad I was the one to pull the trigger. I’m not even sorry.
I stay in my room the rest of the day. Cain helped carry all my presents up and I’d then made my excuses.I wanted to be alone. I wanted to think and most of all I wanted to read.I’d put all the clothes away neatly in the wardrobe. After trying the ring on and finding it was a perfect fit, I hid it under my clothes, right at the back. Aeron had told me not to show it to anyone, so it feels safer this way.The Sullivan book sat on the side as if it was lurking in my peripheries. I felt uneasy with it there and in the end, I hid it in the wardrobe, out of sight too.The book I’m going through is the Werewolf one. That’s where my focus was. Where my concern was. I need to understand them, but more importantly, I want to find out if there was anything within the books pages on how I can shut off my thoughts. If I’m ever to stand a chance of beating Cain and Aeron, then I need to learn it, and learn it fast.The problem is, all it seemed to have is chapters on genealogy, different traits
I run back through the corridors, back through the Residence. Cain is hot on my heels and if anything, it feels like he’s jogging beside me, rather than exerting himself.I race into the Kitchens and open the oven. A cloud of black pours in my face and I cough. It is ruined. I grab the gloves and chuck the pan on the top. It’s black, rock hard, completely inedible.“What is that?” Cain asks wrinkling his nose and I don’t blame him. It smells awful.“It was meant to be sweetbread. It tastes great or at least it does when it’s not burnt to a crisp.”“You cook?” Cain says smirking like it’s funny.“I wanted to be a chef.” I murmur.“Really?” He says.“I like cooking, baking, making food.”He growls in a way that makes me flush with heat. “Cook something for me.” He says.“What?” I snap. “I’m not your slave.”He laughs. “Not yet ,Rosalie.”“Urgh.” I mutter looking back at the pan. I rarely mess up. I rarely produce anything that doesn’t taste good. “Fine what do you want to eat?”“You mea