‘Why do I always lose my temper and control like this? I was doing fine, but then I ruined everything,’ Priyank mumbled to himself, regretting his actions with Priya in the room.
It was as if everything had slipped away, and he wasn’t in control of his own body. Most of the time, he never regretted what he did with Priya, but today, what happened in the room felt different-as if someone else was controlling him.
The way he wanted to consume her, though she always allured him in a way that made him lose his mind, today was too much.
‘I need to be in control, or else Priya will hate me more than she already does,’ he reasoned with himself.
He’d held his patience for weeks, trying to make Priya comfortable with him, and again, things went exactly how he didn’t want them to.
He started running on the training ground they’d been using for a week. The exercise felt refreshing to a certain point; his fuzzy mind began to clear as his legs picked up pace and the soothing air hit his system.
Priya’s shivering face, filled with embarrassment, flashed in his mind. The way she denied him, yet her face and trembling voice told a different story.
His zipper strained as her small face struck his thoughts. He sprinted faster, trying to banish her seductive image from his mind, which was only making him harder. No matter what he tried, the arousal refused to subside.
He stopped running and bent down, hands on his knees, catching his breath that was ragged from sprinting so fast.
Usually, during training, they didn’t run much due to Priya’s health. Even when they did, he wouldn’t run fast; they usually jogged to prevent any breathing issues for her.
‘Ugh… calm down,’ Priyank pressed his zipper, willing his erection to subside. It strained against his pants as if ready to rip through the fabric.
Priyank took deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. The cool evening air helped, but his mind kept drifting back to Priya. Her scent lingered on his skin, a mix of jasmine and something uniquely her. He shook his head, trying to clear the intoxicating memories.
‘Get a grip, man,’ he muttered, straightening up. The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. He needed to get back, to face Priya and apologise again. But what would he say? ‘Sorry for losing control’? ‘Sorry for wanting you so badly I can barely think straight’? He grimaced. None of that would do.
His eyes scanned the landscape, taking in the barren terrain. It looked like a place untouched by the pack, or anyone else for that matter.
His injuries had healed remarkably well, thanks to Priya’s constant care and attention. He couldn’t be more grateful. Perhaps it was guilt that drove her to such lengths, but her concern seemed genuine, and he was thankful for it.
‘Should I explore further?’ Priyank asked himself. He’d always been curious about this place but never got the chance to look around, what with the training and knowing Maya and the others would make a fuss about it.
‘Don’t forget what happened the last time you went for a walk in that forest,’ his conscience warned.
How could he forget the attack? It was etched into his memory. He might try to push past it, but those memories weren’t going anywhere.
But what could happen here? This pack’s territory was safe. As Maya had said, no one would dare trespass due to the tight security.
Priyank took a deep breath, the air cool in his lungs. The smell here was different-less woodsy and earthy like the training grounds, more like sun-baked rock and a faint metallic tang. It smelled lonely, like a place nobody cared about.
He stepped forward, his boots crunching on loose stones. In the distance, he saw what looked like an old building, its edges worn down by time and neglect.
‘Just a quick look,’ he mumbled, walking faster. The sun beat down, making sweat bead on his forehead, but he kept going, too curious to stop.
As he got closer, he saw more. It was a small outpost, maybe where guards used to be. The stone walls were crumbling, covered in tough vines. A wooden door hung crooked on rusty hinges, creaking in the wind.
Priyank walked up carefully, all senses on high alert. Maya said it was safe, but he couldn’t forget those claws and fangs. He looked through a broken window, seeing only dust and shadows.
“Hello?” he called out, feeling stupid right away. Nobody’s been here forever. He pushed the door open, wincing at its loud groan. Inside was cooler, the thick walls keeping out the heat. Old shelves lined one wall, empty except for some scattered, brittle papers.
He picked one up gently, but the writing was too faded to read. On the floor, something shiny caught his eye. Priyank knelt down, pushing aside junk to find a small metal thing. A key, rusty but still a key. He put it in his pocket, a little prize for his adventure.
A noise outside made him freeze. A scraping, like claws on rock. His heart raced. ‘It’s nothing,’ he thought. ‘Just wind, or a bird.’ But his body was ready to fight or run.
He turned slowly to the door. The sunlight seemed harsher now, blinding him as he looked out. Nothing moved. The land was still as a picture. He let out a shaky breath.
‘Get a grip,’ he told himself. ‘Maya said it’s safe.’ But stepping into the sun, he felt like something was watching him. The empty land now felt alive with unseen eyes.
Priyank walked back faster than before. The key felt heavy in his pocket, a reminder of that forgotten place. He looked back once, seeing the outpost fade in the heat. It was like a mirage, as if the land itself wanted to forget it was there.
By the time he got back to familiar ground, the sun was setting. His little adventure left him uneasy. He’d found nothing much, just old things and a useless key. But something bugged him. A question he couldn’t quite ask.
What was that place? And why did it feel so… wrong?