Feels Like We Had Matching Wounds Novels & Stories

Like she was in some kind of danger that I couldn't fathom. I didn't understand it anyway. That was... the pull that I felt toward her. True, it had always been there, but never as strong as this one was. It was almost as if she was in some kind of pain that got me in the pain also. Almost like my feeling mirrored hers perfectly. Perhaps it was responsible for the pain that I kept feeling... pains that I thought came from my injury... injuries that had stopped hurting so much for about a week now.

It was painfully satisfying just like the first time, it felt like finding the piece I'd been missing for seven years. Like becoming whole again. I heard him mumble God Ariaaa....as he moved inside me.. We moved together. Slow at first. Then faster. Desperate. Trying to get closer. Trying to merge completely. His name fell from my lips like a prayer. Mine from his like a promise. And when we finally shattered..together, perfectly synchronized..it felt like.. Victory. Not over Vincent. Not over our enemies. Over fear. Over walls. Over everything that had kept us apart for seven years.

"We cannot fight them all. Not here. Not like this." We pushed on again, the group reforming in a ragged line. My side burned fiercely where the claws had cut deep, warm blood soaking into my shirt and making the fabric cling uncomfortably. Each breath pulled at the wounds, but the bond flared hotter in response. Drax had felt the skirmish through our connection his anger spiking like a volcano, pushing his wolves even harder. Faster. More relentless.

My muscles thrummed with strength, and I felt as though I could take on an endless wave of enemies. The more I drank, the less the stinging of my wounds felt, too. There was a weird weaving feeling on my flesh as if someone had numbed all of my lacerations and was stitching them together. However, there was no such 'stitching,' and I felt as though the wounds just… closed. I would have to inspect myself after my meal.

But it was never enough for her. It was never enough for me. Maybe the moon goddess made a mistake in making us mates. Okay, maybe not. She definitely made a mistake. To the pack, we were the perfect couple. But to the both of us, we were nothing but two miserable wolves looking for some sensation. To actually feel something, but we never did with each other. Maybe that was why this wasn’t hurting as much as I thought it would. "Okay."

“I don’t believe this was an accident.” Victor narrowed his eyes. “What are you saying?” Liam exhaled sharply, his hands trembling with barely contained rage. “When you mindlinked us… something hit me. It wasn’t just guilt or shame. It was painful. A deep, sharp pain like something was twisting inside my heart.” The others nodded, their faces grim. Zander clenched his fists. “I felt it too. Like someone ripped something out of me.” Matthew’s voice was lower, haunted. “It wasn’t just pain. It was a loss.”

I said softly, trying not to follow the stone of the two's words. I feel like I have two children with me even though they are actually the same age. no one wants to lose even if the argument between the two of them makes no sense. I was crying and my head hurt even more but I couldn't help but smile because their closeness was a reflection of their closeness to each other. I suddenly tightened my grip on Waldo's hand when I felt pain in my wound. I closed my eyes to avoid Waldo's gaze but that made him worry even more. I felt him act in his place. With curiosity, I opened my eyes again.

KIMBERLY You know when you cut yourself so deep they have to stitch you up and then you mistakenly end up getting the stitches open? Yeah, that how I feel right now. I was healing, but then I feel like I'm moving backwards from the progress I was making. My vision becomes blurry with all the tears forming. I look to my left and see Matt and his friends chatting, I jog to them, when he sees me, he pushes off the car with a smile on his face.

I devoured the curve of her waist, the dimples around her hips, the softness of her stomach, and the teardrop shape of her breasts. The same body that nourished her daughter. The body that housed and protected her from harm. I stared at the claw marks along her back, jagged wounds that healed poorly. It was a miracle she didn't feel pain every moment of the day. Teeth punctures that matched the ones on me. Circular burns scarred her shoulders, along her spine. I didn't need to ask her about them, I saw the story of her marriage written across her skin. If we stood beside one another, our stories would look remarkably similar. We looked like a matched pair. Hurt by the same person.

As if the universe had decided because 'All this is no coincidence. That night they both slept peacefully. This was the place where they belong. They need each other. They have gone through a lot, and they will go through a lot, but they are ready as they get each other at the end of the tunnel. Everything, every pain would be worth it at the end because they can have each other again. Yes, everything would be worth it.