Romans & histoires Wafting Devotion

It hurt to breathe; I wanted to weep and scream, yet nothing came out. It'd been so long since I felt anything other than despair. I wasn't even sure if there was hope for anything else but the pain anymore. I wrapped a blanket around me. The fabric brushed across the pink, puckered line along my wrist. A night of desperation and agony had led to the decision. I stared at the opposite wrist and the matching pink line of freshly healed skin that matched the other. I pulled the blanket closer to me and curled up on the windowsill, turning my back to the window and the world.

"How should I suppress my own desire and control my strength to please a female wolf?" "If my mate runs off with someone else, how can I overcome my own possessiveness and continue to love her?"

I bite back a gasp. Then just as fast he pulls away. He strolls back to his chair, sitting down as though nothing happened. He picks up his glass, takes a sip of whiskey, and gestures at the broken mess on the floor. “Clean that up,” he says smoothly. I glare at him. “Do it yourself.” His smile is pure sin. “Lesson three. Defiance makes me hard, but obedience makes me generous. Choose wisely.” I want to claw his eyes out. Instead, I snatch the cloth from the sideboard and drop to my knees. My hands shake as I scrape eggs and bacon off the marble, bile rising in my throat.

“I’m still getting my house back.” A corner of my mouth lifted. “There it is.” Her eyes narrowed. “What?” “That delusion,” I said. “I was wondering when it would come back.” Her spine straightened instantly. “It’s not delusion. It’s determination. You can't scare me into resignation.” “Oh Matilda" I drawled lazily, pulling a strand of her fiery hair, "I get off on making pretty girls break"

And that night, for the first time, I cast aside all my small, fragile pride and knelt down, clutching Leo’s clothes as I cried desperately. “Please give me a child! That is my last shred of dignity. I swear I will live silently for the rest of my life as if I were dead. If you want, I can disappear from your world. Just please give me a child…”

Astra said as she made her way back to bed. “Well let me know if you need that kiss.” Devon called as he made his way to his room. “Wait what?” Astra said to herself as his words froze her mid-step. ‘Wait is he flirting with me? No I must be imagining it. He’s just teasing.’ Astra made her way back to bed with her potion. Within seconds she was asleep dreaming of a life with Devon. ************************

With each breath, each prayer, and each act of devotion, she became a living testament to the transformative power of a nurtured divine connection, inspiring others to embark on their own sacred journey of communion with the divine. As the story of Rita continued to unfold, her path would intertwine with the celestial forces of love, wisdom, and purpose. With her heart aflame with devotion and her spirit ablaze with the divine connection, Rita would walk the earth as a luminous embodiment of the divine, illuminating the way for all who sought to nurture their own sacred bond with the infinite.

Not with Devia. Not with anyone.

Whatever parts of myself I would have to destroy to protect him. I would. Because devotion, once chosen, doesn’t waver. And neither would I.

Energy whips through me, crackling over my skin and churning my blood as I chant silently into the night. “What…?” Amos gasps. His hands loosen around my neck. Greedily sucking in the heavy night air, I take the opportunity to speak the incantation aloud. The syllables slide out in a coarse whisper, echoing across the water in terse ripples. “​​From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.”