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11.

MAVERICK. 'A bastard. That is who you are. Nothing but an unfeeling, worthless bastard unworthy of love.' I awoke with a pounding headache, the words still ringing in my brain despite drinking myself to a stupor. A glimmer of sunlight filtered through the little opening created by the curtains. I shut my eyes again, grateful for the dark curtains I had chosen. Grateful for the darkness in the room. If my bladder wasn't full, I wouldn't mind spending the entire day in bed, wallowing in my depths of misery. Well, a pounding headache and a sour mood are never a good combination. Which certainly means that this is going to be a very long, exhausting day. Oh well, what does a bastard like me deserve? Definitely lots of pain, in batches. I dragged myself to the bathroom, refusing to give an opening to any of the thoughts gnawing at my mind. A quick shower and a bowl of soup should work its magic on this hangover and headache. At least that is what I wish for. Not like that would a

12.

"You came home lamenting how you didn't mean any of it. Any of the words you told her, nor how you treated her after, you know..." Tabby pointed at my bare tattooed chest. "I don't want to talk about it." I ground out. "Not a surprise," Khalil half shrugged. "You never want to talk about her. The most important person in your life." "Only because it'll yield me nothing by doing so. So buzz off." "You buzz off!" Khalil snarled, hitting his hand on the table. He rarely got angry, rarely called me out on my shit. Heck, he hardly speaks to me about this, or about Baba, because he knows how sensitive I was to those issues. But today, Khalil was angry. And I didn't like it one bit. "You keep hurting yourself and those around you simply because an old man from your past made you believe you don't deserve to be loved. What did this poor woman do to deserve this? Because she's your mate? I've honestly ignored all you did, but this time, this time you crossed a big line, Maverick. One I

13.

SHERNEIL.I hate flights.Especially this particular flight.Or perhaps I hate it more because I haven't been myself. Because as stupid as I was, I had let go of my control and done something that I am currently regretting.Something I shouldn't have. Something like having sex with my mate. Ugh! I hate this stupid mate bond. I hate feeling like I have no control over my actions or responses. I hate not being in control of myself. And that is exactly what the bond is making me do.The plane landed a few minutes ago. I checked my luggage before finally trudging to the gate. There are only a handful of people around and that might be because it was still quite early in the morning.I shivered a bit as a cool breeze wafted through, and for just a moment, I regretted my choice of clothes. I wore my usual knee length ankara gown. It is sleeveless- a polka dotted blue and white ankara. I left my braids down without packing them into a bun, like I usually do. Why? Because that damn man left h

14.

Damning, shitfaced, stupid orge of a man! I cursed quietly while Robyn started a very loud explicit monologue in my mind. Before we could discuss how to feel or respond, someone called my name from up ahead."Hey, Sherneil!"I looked up to see Natasha taking long strides towards me. She was dressed in her usual flappy ankara gown, while mine was knee length. As I prefer. She has a wide beautiful smile plastered on her face, the same type of smile I am struggling to learn.This wonderful woman, who is the Queen of Deshtu, is not just a queen but also my closest friend."Sarauniyya," I bowed playfully, as she finally stopped before me."Hey!" She shrieked, pulling me up, "are you trying to draw attention to us?!""Am I?" My lips quivered a bit as I managed a small smile. "Well, I think it is a crime that they aren't recognizing that their amazing queen is here to pick up one of her citizens." I stated simply as I looked around to see if anyone recognized her. Yup. They did and everyone

15.

"Goodness, Ammi I am full already," I groaned, rubbing my bloated stomach. "Unless, of course, you want me to throw up every morsel I've managed to swallow," I grumbled, leaning my back against the sofa."Ah, we wouldn't want that to happen now, would we?" Ammi said with a soft smile, before she held up the small plate that was set aside on the table. "But I was wondering if you'd like any more of this? It looks like you enjoyed it."Ugh! If I take one more bite of anything here, I'm definitely going to throw up, I thought as I eyed the plate containing beef jerky."Ammi, I'm good. I promise I'm okay," I grumbled again, licking away the remnants of the egusi soup on my fingers. "It's the best meal I've had in a while. You are still the best cook out there," I added, beaming up at her.Ammi's wide grin and the wrinkling of the edges of her eyes told me I said the right thing. That my comment made her happy. I sighed, looking around the large living room, with two doors by the right. On

16.

Sunday was absolutely boring. Although I completed my routine, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I'm empty, that I am missing something. So, I spent most of the day with Ammi. At the same time, I went through the report I had prepared on my research that I will present tomorrow. Hopefully, it will help us with something - perhaps a lead on what is actually going on. Why some of the female wolves are disappearing.I returned to my apartment around 5pm and took a nap. The beeping of my phone, which was laying beside me, woke me up. Groggy and angry at being unexpectedly awoken, I simply turned away and drew the blanket over me even more.Because it was raining. And I never liked the rain.Another beeping sound came, eliciting another groan from me. Unconsciously, I stretched my hand towards the phone, picked it up and saw that it was already 9pm, and that I have ten new text messages.All from the same person. Maverick.A small gasp escaped my lips, as I cussed quietly when I notice

17.

Dazed.That was one way to describe my current condition. Because, one: this is all so confusing and two: I hate how my body is so drawn to his. To his scent, to the feel of his fingers trailing down my cheeks, to the tons of tattoos staring back at me on his neck, considering my height stopped right there.Plus the fact that he was soaking wet, his white shirt plastered to his skin, while his black pants hung dangerously low on his hips and fit tightly to his thighs. I could see the dark outline of the tattoos on his chest through the soaked shirt and it was doing absolutely nothing to help my confused state of mind.Dear damn!Gone was my fear of the rain and thunder, replaced with the unfamiliar feeling that has engulfed my mind since I saw him yesterday. And that isn't a good sign.'Damn! Why does he have to look so hot when he is angry?' Robyn whispered, sounding almost as dazed as I was.Oh, yeah. He definitely looked angry. No, make that utterly pissed, that is the right word t

18.

My first impulse was to say no. But that would automatically show him that I cared what he did with his life, or that his actions had hurt me. It all confuses me. So, instead of doing any of that, I did the one thing that I was good at.Masking. Mirroring what I have seen around me."I have only the couch to spare. It will have to do," I grumbled.He grinned down at me with his teeth flashing, and as stupid as my brain is, I was knocked out by his beautiful smile."Do you, by chance, have anything I can change into?""You didn't bring any of your clothes?"He scratched his head and looked away. "I told you I wasn't thinking straight," he answered quietly."And why is that exactly?" I asked, crossing my arms across my chest.He looked like he was going to say something, but then clamped his mouth shut and just smirked at me. "Because I could think of nothing but you. I didn't have enough time to pack, so I'll have to go get some clothes."Great. Really great."My clothes won't fit you.

19.

This was how I ended up sitting on the kitchen island while watching him prepare dinner. From time to time, I got down to find him some ingredients, or to show him where a ladle was, and so on.He tried to make small talk while I simply listened. None of what he was talking about interested me, so I opted to only answer his few questions regarding my work, which was the only part I felt comfortable with.'Am I crazy for thinking he looks so hot chopping onions? Sher, let's just get this straight. I am untypically insane tonight. Because excuse me, who gets hot over seeing a man with a knife, shirtless and chopping onions? I think my fur is sticking to me,' Robyn rambled.She never rambles. At least, not until she's nervous, or at the brink of another one of her sexual tensions. And I'm going to bet everything I have that this was the latter. But she wasn't kidding about him looking hot.There was just something...sweet...cute, about watching him cook. Roll the meatballs. Chop the bell

20.

MAVERICK."So... What did you do?" Khalil asked, resuming his push ups. Sweat glistened and rolled down his thick, hard muscles. On the surface, he looks like a dangerous predator ready to rip one's neck off. But on the inside, he was as soft as a teddy bear. The complete opposite to this dangerous dragon. "What was I supposed to do? I left." I grumbled, rubbing my tired eyes.I had left Sherneil two hours ago and it was still early morning. While I'm exhausted, I still couldn't actually sleep. The same way I couldn't sleep last night. All I could think of, all I could feel, was her and her scent enveloping me. It was a complete disaster.I left her apartment as early as I could and booked a hotel room because I wasn't ready to face my brother and his wife just yet. I needed to get myself together before I faced them, or else they would shower me with questions. Questions that I don't have the answers to at this time.The thought that she had been able to push me into coming back to

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