5- He's home

CRYSTAL

"Isn't he quite the gentleman?" Mother swoons where she's seated on her bed with her hands cupping her cheeks. She's lucky Father isn't here to hear that!

“You flatter too much, Luna,” Silver replies casually, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb.

G-Gentleman? His hold on my hand is gentle and firm as well as the look in his eyes. It almost feels like he's watching me like a hawk.

First thing first, please give me my hand back.

Good. Now a little distance… Shit! My hand still feels his warmth and a current still runs through me. I can already feel the turmoil that's piling up for me.

An Alpha's rut is no joke. There's a high increase in sexual appetite and we have little to no control over ourselves. It is just like an Omega in heat only this time, if it piles up for too long, it could lead to loss of consciousness at intervals and in a case where it has piled up for years, it could lead to a Coma and chances of waking up is…

"Do you know he's also a Lycan?" Mother boasts with that smile still on her face. "One strong Alpha gene and Lycan gene to go please," she giggles. "Oh! I can't wait to meet my grandkids."

I lift my eyes to Silver to see he's still staring at me. Has he forgotten that he's betrothed to Ruby? Don't look at me with such seductive and flirty eyes! He's putting shit in my head.

"A wedding comes first, mom," I say, still holding his gaze and taking a big gulp. "They'll have to get married first-"

"Let me wish, Crystal. You've been married five years and you refuse to give me a grandchild-"

I hold my breath at the information as my eyes go round in shock. Why did she… no, wait, why am I suddenly worried about that? Yes, I am married. It doesn't matter if I'm standing before my fated mate and he's giving me a small frown now like he's displeased at what he hears but then, he too is getting married.

We belong to different people even while being fated together. The best thing we can do… is rejection.

Just the thought of it grips me with an unknown fear. I've heard the tales of it and not one is good.

For an Alpha like me who is already mentally unstable, chances of me running mad is high.

It doesn't matter what step I take, there is no good ending for me in this world.

Silver keeps staring at me with a doubtful gaze but instead, I lift my left hand, showing off my ring and I pat my hair all the way back. "John and I are taking our time."

"That's what you always say," Ruby smiles. "Are you sure you just don't hate kids?" She walks away from my side and heads to mom while I turn in their direction, hoping to put him behind me. "That's not too bad. I mean, those things literally put your life on hold."

"Shut up!" Mother scowls. "I know not to expect a pup from you but Silver will fix that."

"Actually, I agree with Crystal," he says to my surprise. "We can take our time." He's standing by my side all of a sudden, so close that I hug my arms , protecting myself from touching him again.

I can feel the warmth of his skin in the cold room and I so desperately wish I can take a step closer but I have to put on this charade a little longer.

I need to bear with it even though I'm basically freezing to my death standing here.

Ruby throws Silver a smirk before she faces mother and they have a little push and pull on opinions. Hearing Silver says he agrees with me actually has me thinking. I've always wanted kids. Lots of kids to play with and love but when I'm left with little to no choice, I have to fake that we're taking our time.

John and I can only make kids if he's around but even when he is, he barely touches me and even when he does, he gets bored before he puts it in.

It's been two whole years since I've had sex. The rest has been on and off, begging here and there like I'm desperate- which I am. It gets us into fights and arguments to which John leaves the house in anger and returns in two or three months.

I don't even want to think about it right now. At least not when I'm standing next to my mate who is making my wolf go haywire with needs. I'm doing my very best to hold back but I know if my rut breaks free, I'm doomed.

I'll be all up on him begging for anything at all inside me-

I squeeze my arm as the cold hits me harder.

He looks… so good just standing by my side and I can't help but imagine 'what if'.

What if things had played out differently and it was alright to be together– no! I- I shouldn't think things like that.

“Are you cold?”

I freeze at the voice and slowly turn to him. His brows are furrowed handsomely and my hands itch to smoothen them.

“What?” I ask as I blink more than normal, taking a step back to raise my defence.

“Your arm,” he glances at it. “There are goosebumps on your arm. Are you cold?”, he searches my eyes and I stand still for his assessment as the wall closes in on me.

The room suddenly feels tight and so does my throat. My cover was already blown and I knew there was no hiding before those piercing eyes-

“What do you mean cold?” Ruby scoffs. “Crystal can survive the Winter butt naked.”

At her comment, Silver's brows jerk and my cheeks burn. I know he just imagined that.

“Ruby! Mother yells.

“Sorry, sorry,” she laughs. “But you get the point.”

I turn my face away, even though I've been saved by an embarrassing bell, I still have to deal with the fact that he just imagined me naked.

That doesn't go unnoticed by my wolf because now she's bitching about showing him something much better than his imaginations.

“We may not be Lycan's but we don't feel the cold,” I say, wanting to clear the air and offering him a small smile.

“Forgive me if that came out insultive,” he replies. “I didn't mean to-”

The sound of my ringtone fills the air and I'm quickly fishing for my phone like I have an important call. I'd take anything right now to leave this room before my rut starts pouring in without stop.

My heart skips a beat when I see who it is and my chest feels warm and light that I can't stop the smile-

“Is that John, dear?” My mother asks. She's the only one who has tried to accept him ever since I declared my love for him in front of the family.

I can never forget how Father flipped and bared his fangs, threatening to tear him if he showed his face on Pack Land ever again.

That was the same day I moved out.

“Yes, I… I’ll be… right back,” I step back before turning to the door and stepping out. Once I close the door behind me, I let out a harsh breath and try to gather myself.

My palm is sweaty and my skin is itchy and hot. Judging by how much I'm starting to shiver, I know it's not just the cold now.

My rut is upon me.

First things first, I answer the call after getting a hold of myself and looking out for my Father.

“Hello dear,” I say with the phone pressed to my ear. The last time we got off the phone, it wasn't on a good note. I'm ready to apologise for my desperate actions.

I know John doesn't like it when I get very… needy.

“The first time in weeks I come home, I can't find you,” he doesn't sound happy. “Where are you, Crystal?”

*****

I dash out without a proper goodbye, get into my car and take the shortest route that I can.

He's home!

He's home!

Finally! He's home!

This fever at least will be sated. My mind will be at ease and my thirst quenched.

My thoughts flash to Silver and I quickly shake it off before anything else. I can't have him ruining the mood. I don't even want to think about him.

But we're horny for him! My wolf practically screams in my head and all of a sudden, I'm panting, taking deep breaths and gripping the wheels too hard.

I can't take my eyes off the road. I need to focus. I need to get to John.

My husband is the only one I should feel this way for.

I feel… dirty.

No. No, I didn't mean to feel a connection with anyone else.

It's not my fault.

The moon goddess– why? Why…

Deep breaths, Crystal. I tell myself. Deep breaths.

The fever is starting and my car is suddenly too hot and filled with my scent. Gone is the heat and now I'm trembling in my seats.

I do my best to hold out a little longer and once I see our house, I pull over as fast as I can and rush out like the Car seats have been set on fire.

I slam the door shut and make my way to the house. I can smell him. His perfume is flowery– it's not the same one I gave him before he left.

What does it matter? He's here now.

He's home.

He comes home to me.

It doesn't matter who she is. As long as…

“Crystal,” he smiles at me from where he's seated at the top of the stairs with his legs crossed over the other.

He looks so handsome with his blonde hair and even though his jacket reeks of her perfume, I'm gulping as I wait to make my way to him.

“Come to me, love,” he's wearing that smile. The one that means he's going to touch me today. “On your knees.”

…He's home.