Rachelle’s pov
Like a moth to a flame, I was always pulled to sadness.
How did my life turn from being sweet and colorful to being sore and gloomy?
It’s has been days since I had sex with Everett and ever since he hadn’t bothered to talk about it since. It was though it never happened. Ever since, it has been work, work, work, work for him, and the little time he would talk to me, it was about proffering opinions about my recent change of skin.
The nerve of him, to think he could use and dump him. Maybe love wasn’t exactly for me. I should probably give up trying to love. I would perhaps die a lonely and painful death so why not first experience it now while I still lived.
Two nights ago took a turn that might even outshine the revelation that Everett, the Alpha of the Crescent moon pack, and the king Alpha claimed to be mated to me.
Because the last thing I expected was Everett freaking Frenchman fucking getting rid of me, barely minutes after beginning a relationship.
What the fuck?
Truth be told, the guy, Everett, set me into a rollercoaster drive I never knew existed in me. I pulled a stunt I never thought I would do. At least not. Especially after the things I sent through in the hands of Kyle and his family.
It was safe to say he had me entranced from the moment of our little chit-chat in the morning during breakfast and after. All of those touches, glances, and talks did more than I can put into words in my stomach, and batches and batches of butterflies exploded as I would die.
I was so turned on and fired up…and missed him up to the point where it got me really angry and that was why I tackled him like that immediately as he walked inside the packhouse. The idea of him being with another is not something I can handle just yet.
Broad shoulders, rusty green eyes, thick brows and muscle, chiseled jaw and stubbles, bobbing Adam’s apple-all my boxes ticked.
Although he had so many marks and scars that I supposed he got from one or more of his numerous fights, the crescent moon scar at the side of his neck, had my toes curling. I just wanted to use my tongue to trace the outlines. Or was it a tattoo?
To add to the foregoing, I’ve never felt the urge to have sex, strongly as I did yesterday. The desire was just so strong and tangible. It got to a point where I could no longer control my impulse. It seemed like while my mind was in overdrive, my veins were on fire, and my body was acting on its own. Because even though that was me, it still wasn’t me. And I won’t deny that it felt good. Really good.
It was the best feeling I had ever felt in my whole wide life…. the way his tongue tangled with mine and his finger and cock fitted into my openings like they were specifically made for him was something that threw me out on the edge.
I’ve never been kissed or loved like the way he did. I let myself trust him and believed he wouldn’t hurt me. But all those for what?
Just to have him rip out my heart. And to top to his crimes, he acted as if he wasn’t aware of what he was doing. Constantly tried to initiate more of what happened at every little chance he got like I was nothing but a sociable whore to him.
The only difference between him and Kyle was that, while he was calmer, subtle, and every shade beautiful, Kyle’s was a sharp and an all-around contrast.
Okay, I went too far by comparing what we had to any of the five moments’ walk in hell Kyle made me go through. There are yet, no words to describe what Everett made me feel, the heights of ecstasy he drove me to, and the amount of peace he gave me. And I’m guessing that was the reason why I was so pained.
He did it so well that I thought it meant something to him, especially our little talk before the whole thing. I had outrightly told him about the things I want and liked and he went straight to doing the things I had implied to not like.
Like how would you have such a wonderful time with someone and leave without as much as a ‘good morning?’
What irked me, even more, was the fact that I was the one who had insisted on what happened.
“Is that the way of saying you no longer like him or you regret your moment together?” a little voice in my head asked but I quickly shut it off.
I couldn’t help but think he did what he did intentionally and used work as an excuse. Especially after he intentionally placed himself in my line of walk. The dude thought I didn’t see him enter the packhouse, straining his neck in search of someone or something, which of course I knew was me and that was why I pretended to be engrossed in my phone. My instinct said he would do something crazy and I obliged, wanting to see him act crazy.
We walked facing each other but I pretended to not know until we bumped into each other. I let out a groan of anger but stopped midway when I felt something pressed against my stomach…. I’d like to think you have an idea of what that something was
He inched closer and I mirrored his act.
We got so close…. too close.
I could feel his hot breath break as it touched my forehead slightly, I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could tell he was staring. I wanted to see it, I must! Was he staring out of disgust, or does his senses default to desire? My fingers twitched slightly on his broad chest, not fully sure how to drop them.
Damn it! I pulled my head up slowly, his jaw filled with the tiniest bit of stubble, developing a seven o’clock shadow, through his face I swallowed greedily, realizing myself. As my gaze settled on his. I stood my ground and met his eyes boldly, fully aware that I am still easily within the reach of his strong arms. That knowledge sent a startling jolt of excitement through and I felt my cheeks start to burn, but I immediately willed it to stop.
I will not allow him to have the upper hand, he just stared at me wordlessly, I am desperately trying to ignore the way my pulse rate was suddenly responding to his physical proximity.
It was as if I could no longer control my urges anytime I was close to him.
My body might be attuned to his-every inch of my skin tingled with a growing desire to feel his hands on me again. It was impossible to think with his penetrating gaze holding me captive. my heart was racing and my skin felt hot and sensitive and my wolf jumped and woofed in my head. She wanted to feel him like my human body wanted to, but I tried to control them both and it worked.
I tried to look stern and come up with an apology, but the feel of my hair brushing my shoulders felt like a caress, sending a ripple of sensual anticipation through me. My little missy got damp from the sensation and all the hair on my body stood in arousal.
So much for wanting to avoid him, I internally mocked myself.
I was getting a taste of my own medicine.
He smirked! Or I imagined it. One thing was sure though, one side of his lip twitched up. If that wasn’t a smirk what was it?
The nerve of this man, really.
I shifted from his side and made the process to walk by him but he grabbed my elbow and pulled me back gently
Just what I wanted!
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said into my ears.
“I’m going to get some fresh air” I retorted, eyes buried in my phone.
“See, you didn’t even deny what I said… You are pissed and I don’t know the hell why. Can you please tell me why? “he questioned pleadingly, but my response to him was indifferent. A sly smirk hung on my lips.
I can tell just how much he wanted to wipe it off.
“I have better things to do than stand here doing nothing” I exclaimed bitterly. I willed my voice to be stern but it still cracked at the tip.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“I mean I have somewhere else to be”….. He cut me short.
“is it something I did? Did I do something?”
“Did you do anything? Was there something you did?” I fired back at him. His shoulders slumped but he didn’t say anything after that. “Of you don’t mind, can you let go of my arm?” I asked cocking a brow.
“Come on Rachelle, I’m sorry okay if it was something I did. I didn’t mean to hurt you?”
“What exactly are you apologizing for, Everett?”
“I don’t even know” he answered flaring his arm
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
“I think your apology would make sense when you know what you are apologizing for…” I said and without waiting for a reply, I pulled my arm away from his hand and walked away.
…………………..
I laid on my bed trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened between the last couple of days and yes, I’m done with wasting my time thinking about Everett, there are yet, other things I should be thinking of which we’re one, the reason why I haven’t been getting a reasonable amount of sleep for days now.
To outrightly put it, I don’t understand why I’ve been having weird dreams where I constantly see the late Alpha Graham. I just don’t get it and the more I try to understand it, the more I feel like it’s something I won’t be able to fathom.
The dreams come similar but in a different episode-I feel like my dream is a continuation of the last or a prequel of the current because no matter how I think about it, it all adds up but how and when to join the dots is what I can’t do.
Why was my life like this?
It was as if, I was made to unlock levels of unrest for the rest of my life. If I was the last of my breed like Violet, Theodore and Everett claimed, how do I track back my identity?
In the first dream I had, I saw wolves with almost the same skin as I do now. The only difference was that none of the wolves I saw had a golden line at their back. But every other feature was the same. And when I told Violet about it, she opined that the goddess was slowly trying to me trace my lineage and she also advised that I keep every detail of the dreams in mind as it will help hasten the investigation process when their friends that come back home.
Just last night I had a weird dream where I saw the late Alpha Graham and some of the other girls from the monastery.
“Up until that period, the whole werewolves pack existed in harmony until a villain pack broke out they conspired with the fairies and together they vandalized other packs. One of the packs they succeeded to destroy was one of the most special and rarest amongst all the wolf breeds. They were known for their special powers and distinct abilities from the other wolves.”
“What made these wolves more special” I had asked.
“Their distinct abilities and close relation to the moon goddess herself. Tales have it that, the wolves from that pack have a direct and traceable bloodline to the moon goddess and by virtue of that, they were seen to be more close to her than any other wolf breed”
“What are those special abilities this breed has that others don’t?” Another girl asked.
“Oh, my child it is too many to mention but here are a few…..”
If only I had not woken up at that time. Maybe, just maybe I would have been able to have a lead