My teeth were chattering, and my skin was covered in goosebumps as I dragged my feet back home. I hugged my body, trying to contain the cold, but it was
inelevant.
The dress, clinging to my skin, felt heavy and uncomfortable, molding to my thighs with every step.
I squeezed my fingers tightly, holding the b
ballet flats in my right hand,
The lights in the house were on, and silence surrounded me. I climbed the porch steps, feeling as if my muscles weighed tons.
I was walking stiffly, frozen by the cold.
I pushed the door with my trembling quirted.
ng arm and entered the foyer, breathing a sigh of relief as I was greeted by the cory warmth. The fire in my chest also
I took a deep breath.
Fresh pine and damp earth.
1 squinted and leaned against the closed door. The pain in my broken heart was a damn thing to feel.
I thought that after everything I had been through, I could never be hurt again. But I was wrong.
As long as I allowed myself to feel anything, there would always be someone to hurt me. And I would love, adore, being so trivial about it, but that wasn’t the case. I couldn’t. I didn’t trust people easily, and because of that, what Fenrir had done didn’t hurt as much as it should have, but his disregard and the humiliation he put me through did.
“For a second, I thought I’d have to come after you.” His voice echoed through the room. Although I couldn’t see him, I knew he was in the living room, near the window. “But I felt you weren’t far. I gave you my trust, little wolf. That should count for something.”
I clenched my teeth so hard that my head started to hurt. I tasted the metallic flavor of blood in my mouth.
If he were someone decent who could feel anything good, I would say he was blaming himself for what he had done.
I breathed deeply, swallowing the air through my mouth because I didn’t want to smell him. Gathering courage, I pushed myself away from the door and took a few wobbly steps forward.
As I suspected, Fenrir was facing the window, watching the dark forest landscape at night. Hands in his pockets, with his back to me, he looked… tense..
I ignored him and started walking toward the stairs. He turned his body toward me, furrowing his brow and parting his lips, surprised to see me.
“What the
happened to you?” he asked, taking a step closer.
Í stated at my reflection in the window. My hair was stuck to the skin of my face and neck, dripping, leaving a trail of water wherever I went. The dress clung to my body, outlining each curve, including the swollen tips of my breasts.
I gave him a bored look before turning back to the stairs. I barely touched the railing and climbed the first step quickly.
pwhen he s
stopped next to me, moving too
“Who did that to you?” be hissed
(*) dad.” I answered, emotionless
through a nighttime bath would be
He ran a band thatngh is his hair, pusing it back, trying to tame the rebellious cala,
“What’s your problem?” he growled, looking
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You are my problem! A problem with no solution, because I would love to rip your eyes out, but hurting you physically would mean hurting myself too. And I was already too emotionally sick to add that to my list.
I stared at him, words caught in my throat. I wanted to scream at him, hit him, release all my anger and frustration.
But I just… stood there, staring at him with boredom and contempt, giving him what he deserved. Which was nothing.
“I didn’t know a nighttime dive was on your list of things I can’t do,” I teased,
He blinked, confused, watching me through his bhie eyes. The silver was subtle that night.
“With the temperature dropping more and more?”
A biting smile curved my lips.
“I was feeling uncomfortably hot.”
He swallowed hard, and a faint rosy tint appeared on his face.
“Alright,” he agreed, turning away.
I climbed another step when I felt something strange. I stopped and looked down, confused. Fenrir turned toward me almost immediately.
He inhaled, flaring his nostrils.
“You’re bleeding…” he murmured, his eyes turning a vivid golden color.
I lifted my dress, peeling it from my skin and bent over, running my hand between my legs. There was blood staining the tips of my fingers when I held them up to my face.
“You were right,” I said, looking at him. “I didn’t get pregnant. What a blessing, don’t you think?” I turned my fingers in
n his direction.
The gold softened, the natural color returning and revealing the hurt he felt about the subject. His feeling stung on my tongue. I ignored it. All the pain be felt was still nothing compared to mine.
He extended his
arm, touching my wrist.
Something happened inside me.
In the blink of an eye, I was standing in front of him, near the railing. In the next, I was slammed against the wall, the impact deafening and the sharp pain from the blow hitting me. It was as if my wolf took control, throwing me away from him. Away from his touch.
“Don’t touch me,” I growled,
lifting my lips to
to show my fangs, my voice rough and raspy.
Fenrir’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, surprised by my reaction.
I blinked, taking control back.
She was
was….. offended by him. My wolf felt truly betrayed by Fenrir.
God, that was kind of shocking-
He took a few more steps back, increasing the distance between us. He raised his arms, furrowing his brow, pressing his lips together, worried, confused, and… guilty.
“Alright, little wolf. Belax, I won’t touch you again”
“Great!” I shot back.
I stared at him for a few more seconds before turning to the stairs and quickly climbing the remaining and turned the key in the lock, locking myself in.
steps. Once I reached my room, I slammed the door
I stared at the door for a few
seconds, breathing heavily, before turning and running to the bathroom.
I just wanted a bath and a cozy bed. And, of course, some sanitary pads.
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I mixed the chocolate batter, checking the texture with the spoon.
“Hum….. this looks so good,” Alexandra commented, lounging in one of the chairs at the dining table, watching me.
“You could grease the molds, it would be more helpful,” I retorted, giving her a look.
She laughed.
“My mission is to observe and comment.”
I pressed my lips together.
“I’ll tell Mihaela you didn’t do anything.” 1 teased, satisfied with the texture of my batter.
She placed a hand on her chest
“How could I not? I’m here, giving moral support.”
“I confirm Miss Savannah’s story.” Nicoleta shouted from the p
pantry.
Mihaela was offering a picnic for her pack’s students. Alexandra, seeing me bored, wandering back and forth, lost, invited me to join them. I gladly accepted, so I decided to make some cupcakes to serve them
To me, cooking was a way to express love, care, and gratitude. I liked the pack, I wanted them to accept me, to trust me. This was a good opportunity.
“Hey, Nicoleta, you need to side with me,” Alexandra replied, puckering her lips in a sneer.
Nicoleta peeked her head out from the door, staring at us,
“Miss Savannah is making the cupcakes to please her girlfriend’s students. You should help her, since you’re interested in pleasing Miss Mihaela,”
Alexandra rolled her eyes and huffed.
*I don’t need that. Pleasing is part of the art of conquest, and I’ve already conquered Mihaela. She winked.
“Very arrogant of you to think she won’t swap you for someone else, little sister, Andrei said, entering through the open door.
The sun stretched across the entrance, sliding inside. It was very hot, and it was a muggy day. With the oven on to bake the cupcakes, Fenrir’s house became almost unbearable. So, we opened every window and door, hoping it would cool down a bit,
I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm.
Alexandra rolled her eyes at her brother,
“Is this a plot, forcing me to work?”
Andrei stopped in front of me and leaned over the counter. He extended a hand, dipping his finger into the batter and bringing it to h
“Hey, I hissed, palling the bowl away.
He raised his eyebrows, surprised
it to his lips,
always made it for… my…” I murmured, lost in memories. “Uh… for my
by cousin an
and me, I
“Hum.……..this is really good. Hope the pups aren’t too hungry, so some are left for me.”
Ilaugland and placed the bowl un another counter, away from him.
I hope they like it. was my favorite when I was a pup. My mom alw quarkly added,
You have a cousin? So you have mor living relatives?” A
Alesaniha askeil
I bit my cheeks, cursing myself for saying too much..
liked them, but I couldn’t trust them. Not yet,
