Chapter 3. sex mood

It tastes sweeter than any wine. And when we finished it, I leaned forward and kissed him, my lips moving perfectly against his. He tasted like honey and chocolate. We continued kissing. I felt his other hand slip under my shirt. I gasped at the feel of his cold fingers on my bare stomach. He stopped for a second and stared down at my body. His eyes glowed red and they filled with desire. I knew what that meant.

"You want me?" I asked breathlessly.

His lips crashed into mine once again, making my head spin. The smell of sex surrounded me. My body heated up as I moaned. His grip on my hips tightened slightly as he continued to kiss me feverishly. It felt so amazing. I didn't want this to ever end.

Suddenly, we heard a knock on our door. Instantly, we sprang apart as if someone just burned us. We both stood there frozen. What do we do? Should we pretend as if nothing happened? I'm pretty sure the person on the other side of the door knows something is going on. What if it is someone dangerous or they mean no harm? We don't know if they will be able to sense our love aura. Would I want to put my life on the line to save a stranger?

"We should probably see who that is, huh? Come with me."

I nodded, unsurely. He took my hand and lead me to the door. I glanced over my shoulder nervously. Nothing seemed to be happening in the living room. If he could hear us through the door, it would be suspicious. I closed my eyes as he opened them to reveal none other than the woman that caused me all of this misery in the first place. Her eyes widened when she saw us standing there. She tried to hide her surprise, but it was obvious.

"Um...is everything okay?" She asked.

She glanced around curiously and slowly entered the house. We exchanged glances again before following after her. She stopped just outside the front door and glanced between us.

"Are you guys okay?"

My eyes widened and I gulped. Now I don't want this woman to know about my situation. Especially since she already has some suspicions regarding my mother. Not only that but I know I shouldn't mention her to her. But she deserves to know what my mom did if only to help her understand why my father left me. She does deserve to know what kind of mother she raised. And I'm not ashamed. I don't mind telling the truth. Besides, she's my sister...my real sister. I owe her.

"Yeah, yeah, we 're fine."

Her eyes went back and forth between me and the Alpha. I swear I felt like he was judging me for something without realizing it. It might sound rude, but my parents aren't perfect, either. They weren't always perfect, but they were trying their best. But that's what mothers do. I guess he has to learn to accept them sooner rather than later. And maybe I was also trying to convince myself that he needs to accept me. Because no matter what, he's still my brother. Even though it might not seem like it...because of the way he treats me...he still loves me. And that means a lot. A lot to me.

I cleared my throat and spoke up.

"Uh...can you tell your husband that...that I need to speak with him? Alone."

"Sure," she replied uncertainly. "I'll call him."

Before she walked away, she threw me another curious glance.

"Don't stay out here too long."

With those words, she disappeared. Only then did I turn my attention to the Alpha. As if sensing what was going on behind me, he grabbed my waist tightly and pulled me closer.

"Why did you send her away? Did you think I'm angry with you?"

"I didn't think that..."

"Then what are you talking about?"

"Well...it's a long story."

The Alpha smiled.

"There is time for that."

I hesitated. "I...uh..." I couldn't find the words to describe what was going on inside my head. I don't know what I wanted to say but at the same time, I wanted to tell him everything. How I hate her. How my heart aches when I think about my mother. How I feel alone. How much I have been suffering since the accident. I told him everything I wanted to express to him. From beginning to end. He listened without interrupting me. At times he smiled, at times he frowned, but he never said a word until I'd finished. When I'd finished, I looked at him nervously, wanting him to say something.

"Did you...did you love me?" I asked.

He thought about his response for a little while before answering. "Yes."

"Do you still love me?"

For the first time since we had begun to talk about what happened last night, a hint of anger crossed his face. He shook his head.

"What are you asking me that for? Do you expect me to say 'yes', yes? No!"

"But...but...the other day you said..."

"It was the wrong thing to say and I regret it.

It was wrong of me to say those things. They were true and you should have known it by now."

I nodded. "And I...do love you."

He smiled at me. "I know you do. And I love you."

He then placed his lips on mine again. I couldn't help but smile and return the kiss. His kisses felt more passionate now. And although I wanted them to continue forever, I knew that I couldn't. Because I needed to sleep. We separated from each other reluctantly.

"Can we talk tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yeah. Of course."

"Great."

After that, he left. I closed the door, feeling a bit relieved. Now everything is finally settled and I'm glad. But there is still something bothering me. Something that's been troubling me for quite some time now. What if someone comes looking for me? What if someone sees us together? How am I supposed to explain this to the others? It's so embarrassing...and it worries me a bit.

The next morning, I woke up feeling nervous. The whole day I kept having strange nightmares about my past. Sometimes I saw my dad. Sometimes I saw my mother. Sometimes I saw a ghost. Some of these dreams felt different, more realistic, and real than the ones I had during the day.