All Chapters of Moonlit ice, A wolf's fated mate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Leera POVThis is definitely harder than I thought it would be. I'm only in my second class of the day, with two more to go, and I've already had fifty miniature heart attacks for no reason whatsoever. Every unexpected sound is making me jump. The guy behind me sneezed a minute ago, and I thought I was going to pee my pants. It also doesn't help that word spread like wildfire that I'd been kidnapped, and everyone has been pointing and whispering at me all day. It's kind of hard to blend in with the silver hair and all. I can't decide if the attention or the fear is worse, but they're both so suffocating.I guess sometimes, no matter how hard you want something, you also have to admit that you might not be able to do it, and it looks like I likely won’t be able to handle the normal college experience that I wanted so badly. At least not right now.Trying to focus on the rest of the lecture while also coming to terms with that realization is hard.Okay, so I might need to take classes

Leera POVAs if I didn't draw enough attention to myself all on my own, walking through a crowded college building with a hockey god's arm draped around my shoulder was definitely the cherry on top.The guys are all sputtering in awe, and the chicks are divided between jealousy and thirst, if you catch my drift.I just focus on the tingles and warmth radiating from where he touches me as we move through the seas of people parting for us.For the first time today, I feel a genuine smile bloom on my face when I realize that Roman didn’t even seem to notice anyone else that was in the building. Sure, he does the dude nod thing to some of the young men praying for his attention, but when he sees the women who would happily take my place on his arm, he either leans over to kiss the side of my head or pulls me closer.No matter what happens, for once, I feel like it really will be okay. Life is different when you know you have a seven-hundred-something-year-old werewolf, hockey god for a ma

Leera POVRoman. Roman. Roman. All I can think, or feel, or see right now is him.I'm lying on his bed staring up at him, panting with a need that I can't even explain. It literally feels like if he doesn't touch me… there, I might die.No one's ever touched me like I want him to touch me. I tried a few times, but it just never felt right. I didn't know what I was doing, and I was usually in a tiny apartment or tent with my parents. That would have been just weird.I can see the hungry look in his eyes, and still, I trust him.I can feel another wave of heat rolling over my body and can't help myself when I arch my back, whimpering and wriggling on the bed, and my mouth decides it also doesn't need my consent.“Please, Roman. Please touch me.”He growls and rolls his neck before taking his shirt off.I scramble back up to kneel next to him so I can touch him. I want to feel him, and, GOD, he feels so good.He snatches my hands gently and lays me back on the bed.“Let me make you

Roman POVHoly. Fucking. Hell.Leera drifted off to sleep probably thirty minutes ago, and I'm just lying here staring at her in disbelief.This still doesn't feel real.I keep replaying the way her body felt beneath my fingers. The sounds she made. The way she responded to my touch. The way she screamed my name.Over and over and over again.I came in my pants. Twice. Like a fucking pup.But it was worth it. To watch her experience everything for the first time. To be that for her.Forever.After allowing myself a few more minutes of watching her dream, I allow my mind to shut down and follow her into sleep.The sun slipping between the curtain and the wall right against my eyeball wakes me from the deepest sleep I've had in, well… since the last time Leera stayed the night.I move to pull her closer to me when I realize I've got my arm wrapped around a Leera-sized pillow lump and not the soft skin of my little mate.Panic consumes me as I fly out of bed and search for her. I follow

Leera POVAs far as Khaos being the brother to my soul's previous life… that one feels a bit more precarious. I wasn't sure I wanted a relationship with him or not. I could feel the bond between us, but how would he react? Would he be angry with me for the reincarnation of his sister that was outside of my control? Would he try to keep me from Roman? Would he even believe me? Roman suggests that I wait and see what happens the next time I have any interaction with him and go from there.Back to the topic of parents: I hadn't even thought of who my actual parents might be. When Roman brought it up, I was in a state of shock for a few moments. I knew my parents were witches, yet I hadn't put the puzzle pieces together to wonder if I had other parents out there. God, that's so weird to think about. The thought of two people, or in this case werewolves, being the ones who brought me into this world and not the people who raised me.I was honest with Roman when I let him know that I wasn't