บททั้งหมดของ Crossing The Line With My Hockey Stepbrother: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

ElizabethThere was absolutely nothing to do.School was out of session, and for once there were no ceremonies looming over my head, no rehearsals and no expectations to show up looking presentable and important. Of course, such wasn’t to be expected after the rogue attack.Most wolves took that as freedom to disappear with their friends or their mates, to fill extra hours with warmth and noise. Even Tricia was out, wrapped up in her mate and whatever new routine they were building together.And I stayed home, feeling useless, but at the pit of my stomach, I felt a nudge that there was much to do.The pack was on the verge of what looked from all perspectives like a coup, and that was even more dangerous than if we were at war with another pack. But since I was armed only with the knowledge, and not even completely, there was not much I could do.I told myself the pack of history books needed reviewing - old laws, old alliances, the kind of things elders loved to reference without con

ElizabethI didn’t have vivid dreams this time. There was no scary imagination of Dawn losing Forrest on blood-stained snow in the middle of nowhere.It turned out I didn’t need that anymore to get as hysterical as I was now. He was approaching danger. I knew it. I felt it. Along with the fear that this time, there was nothing I could do about it.Over the past few days, Reagan, as much as I tried, could only pass on so much information without revealing what he wasn’t meant to. So I existed on fragments. Half-answers. Guesses informed by eavesdropping on Reagan’s calls.That day, though, especially when evening drew near, something felt intense.I’d been restless since morning, pacing from room to room like I was waiting for news that I hadn’t been told was coming. My chest was tight and my thoughts were too loud. It wasn’t the anxiety that came directly from my own fears or problems. Rather, it felt borrowed, foreign. That was how I knew it was Phillip. Whenever fear crept into me

ElizabethHis hand trailed down my arms till it got to my fingertips, yearning to stay. But he couldn’t. I knew he couldn’t. If he stayed, even the goddess wouldn’t be able to intervene in what came next.I watched him leave, walking backwards so our eyes could remain in the embrace even after we’d separated. Yet, moments after the door closed, I could still feel his presence wrapped around me.His hot breath on my neck, his hands ravishing my skin, his whispers - goddess, his low whispers - undoing me thread by thread. How could I watch him go?Dawn whimpered, deepening the hole in my heart that seemed to hollow every time this happened, and I had to watch him leave.I tried to appease her, to pet her, but I lacked the comfort to give. I didn’t have the words to encourage her with, not even the usual lines of faith I recited to ground us. It just felt like I would never hold him again, because I never knew when or if the next time would come. And living like that was scary.I hugged

Elizabeth.When Anthony invited me over for dinner at his place, I was expecting the whole family at the table. But it turned out to be just the two of us.He sat opposite me on the vast dining table, lined with cushioned chairs. The chandelier light was too dim for the occasion, coupled with the fact that it was the only element of light in the room, leaving the corners of the room in darkness. I wasn’t comfortable with that, but I didn’t voice it. He did his best not to show - or at least I thought he did - but somehow, Anthony’s demeanour was darker than the room.He had ushered me in politely, offering nothing more than a curt nod. I thought I would have to be on my detective game; alert and ready to catch any letter spoken amiss. So far, however, I hadn’t even heard a breath.“I thought your parents would be here.” I finally said, after we had sat in pin-drop silence for long enough.“They won’t be joining us.” He replied, firmly.Sometimes, Anthony intrigued me. Oftentimes, he

ElizabethGet her home.. safely.It echoed in my head, the last words Anthony spoke before we parted. It kept haunting me in my subconscious, till I was begging to be awake, running away from this black void in my mind only echoing his voice. Soft. Louder. Excruciating.My eyes shot open, saving me from the torture, but then I was harshly greeted with a merciless migraine. Accompanying that was the insistent buzzing of my phone, the sound drilling straight into my skull. For a few disoriented seconds, I thought it was under my pillow, vibrating against my cheek, until I groaned and realized it was coming from the bedside table. Every muscle protested as I reached for it, the movement pulling at the places that were still tender, still sore, and I had to clench my teeth to absorb the hurt.I squinted at the screen . Tricia’s name filled it, message after message stacked on top of each other. I scrolled slowly, brain lagging behind my eyes, passed questions and concerns, till I got to