***THE NEXT MORNING***
Miranda hands wandered to the hard rocky flesh on the bed beside her. All through the night, she remembered how she couldn’t get enough of that flesh inside of her, as she opened her eyes, something caught her attention that made her jump then. Along his chest ran huge scars she’d never seen on any man before, she didn’t notice the scars last night in the darkness, but now they were clearly visible, and now, her heart felt nothing but pity for Damian as she wondered what could have caused those scars on his chest like that. She ran her hands along his chest for the second time, but this time, he woke up.
His eyes lit up suddenly as he threw his hands off her, “What are you doing?” He snarled. “How dare you touch me like that?”
“I’m sorry, I, I…” she stammered.
“You what? Let me guess… Can’t get enough of a hideous monster huh?”
“No… I…”
He didn’t let her finish, standing up from the bed to enter the closet, he returned fully dressed a few minutes later to meet her there in tears, and that’s when he realized he’d been too harsh on her with his words. He took a deep breath and went to sit with her on the bed.
“Miranda, I’m sorry…. I’m sorry… for shouting at you…”
She wiped her eyes and instead asked him, a question, “what happened? To you… Back then…”
“I’m sorry Miranda, it’s not something I can easily tell you…”
“Why??? Don’t you trust me? Do you think I’d ever laugh at you or call you a monster???”
“No, it’s not that Miranda, it’s just….”
She held his hand, “please Damian… You can trust me!!! You can tell me, please…”
He took his hands from her, walking to the window with his back facing her, silence stretched for long between the two, and then…”I’m sorry Miranda, I can’t tell you, maybe one day, I’ll bring myself to say it but for now, I can’t tell you what happened.”
“Damian…”
His tone turned cold, less angry but cold. “The fact that we are married does not mean we shouldn’t respect each other’s personal space. I do not like what happened today, and let it not repeat itself again. Don’t touch me without my consent, ever.”
Not wanting to hear her pleas for him to confide in her anymore, he left the room.
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That bitch has moved into the Alpha’s bedroom! Such grant that Katrina has never been provided even with the fact that she’s been the Alpha’s mistress for so long! He’s never even let her spend the night with him even with how much she’d asked, not to talk of moving in…
Now that bitch comes from nowhere and seems to have an impact that she’d never been able to achieve with Damian. Her heart raged with hatred and jealousy for Miranda. It’s like she’s charmed him somehow, because the alpha Damian she knows would never do such things in his right mind. She realized something then…
Miranda is a witch of course! She’s charmed alpha Damian to do as she wishes. Of course, it’s the only explanation for everything. Why else would Damian marry someone as lowly as that? It made no sense at all, but it made perfect sense for someone like Miranda to want to marry Damian, think of all the power, land and wealth she’ll be getting so easily.
Katrina has to find out how to expose her somehow, no way would she let Miranda, no way would she let that witch come and take what she has worked for the greater part of her life. No way.
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It was evening time, Miranda has spent the entire day under madame Jane’s tutelage for her new duties as Luna, all the while she was thinking about what happened in the morning. He hurt her with his words, but she chose not to hold it against him, because even as he spoke, she could see right through all that anger, she could see the hurt and pain he felt from the past.
She returned to her bed room after the final lessons with madame Jane, it was evening, the room was empty, her mate must probably still be training as was common for silver wolves. She took off her clothes and went into the shower, as the water hit her body, she felt a calm sensation, all the while reminiscing about last night with him, a blush crept up her cheek, she suddenly snapped out of her thoughts upon hearing the sounds coming out from outside the bathroom.
Damian was back, how her heart longed to see him, how her heart longed for last night to repeat itself…
She closed the tap and slowly stepped out of the cubicle, taking a clean towel from the rack to dry her wet body, and another to dry her hair. She remembered then that she’d forgotten to bring in a change of clothes, but she didn’t beat herself up about it this time, mainly because there was nothing to hide that he hadn’t already seen. Leaving the bathroom with only the towel wrapped her chest, she looked around for him, and could make out his shadow in the study as it was heading towards night time. She went to him as he was seated there, stretched lines on his face, he’d been so busy today tending to one case or the other. He needed to rest, she was tired too, and she too, needed to rest, but right beside him.
“Good evening Damian…” he shifted a bit, as her voice disturbed his thoughts.
“Oh, um… Good evening Miranda.”
She didn’t like to beat arout the bush, certainly not in this situation,”I’m sorry for what happened this morning…”
“This morning? Oh… That… Don’t worry about that Miranda, it’s forgiven.”
“I know you said I shouldn’t touch you and all, and even though it pains me that you won’t let me touch you, I want you to know that you can touch me as much as you like…”
“No Miranda, I won’t touch you. I’ll feel a lot guilty if I have access to your body while I deny you of mine…”
“I don’t care about that Damian, besides, you’d be denying me if you refuse to touch me.”
He began a slightly stern tone, “Miranda…”
Her hand sexily trailed, slowly loosing the knot of the towel under her arm, the towel dropped down, revealing her nakedness, Damian’s jaw dropped as he watched her, all the words he wanted to say before escaped his mind, as Miranda inched closer towards him.