Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Before Colt can get too far
away, I grab his arm and pull
him inside. Without
warning, I crash my l*ps onto
his.
“May I remind you, Sir, that you are the one who was
insistent on doing this how my father wants us to do it.”
“I know. But…it is harder
than I thought it was going
to be.”
“I know.” I hug him.
“When I see him…thinking
that he can have you…it
pisses me off.”
I rub his back and he starts to
relax. “My love…can you do this? Because I don’t want
you to suffer. I don’t want to
cause you pain.”
There is a pause and then I hear a long sigh. “Yes…I can
do it.”
I chuckle. “Can you do it without trying to rip Alpha Oliver apart?”
He sighs again. “Yes.”
I pull away and look into his eyes. “Okay. But if it is ever
too much for you, then f**k
1. it. We stop it. You might not
be able to mark me but we
can out ourselves.”
He smiles then leans in and kisses my head. “I love you.”
He looks relieved now.
“Colt…I love you more than anyone in this world. You were the light in my
darkness. Made me feel hope
again. So please, know that
there will never be anyone
else for me. You are the only
one I want.”
He heavily exhales. “I guess I
can go now.”
“Hmh?” I am confused.
“I can sleep good now thinking of the words you just said to me.”
I grin but before I can say it,
he beats me to it.
“Not cheezzy!”
I laugh.
He gives me a quick kiss and
walks towards the door.
“Sleep well!“I tell him.
“Oh…I won’t. Not without
you.”
I smile as I watch him leave.
I am sure That I also won’t
be able to sleep without him.
It is a bit earlier than usual
but without Colt, I am so bored so I decide to go to sleep. Especially since I haven’t been sleeping well lately.
“You must still want me if
you keep coming to see me.”
“Huh?” I am confused by
these words.
Ezra smiles down at me. I
am back in the white room
but this time, this time I can’t
move. I lie on the sofa
looking at Ezra’s stupid face
staring down at me with his stupid smile.
“My brother must not be satisfying you properly.” As
he says this, he takes my hand and moves it to his l*ps.
I can feel the warmth of his
breath and I am taken aback
again at how real this all
feels.
“Hmh…maybe…I’ll take you
back if you beg me.”
“Why do I keep dreaming of you?” I ask. Talking and moving my l*ps is all I seem
to be able to do.
“So you do want me.”
“No. I will never want you.”
I close my eyes realising that my obsessive hatred for him
is what is making me dream
of him so much. It has to be
that. what else could it be?
Suddenly I feel the warmth
of his hand on my neck but
before I can react, I am
startled awake by knocks on my door.
Light comes through the
window. It is already
morning.
I f**king hate these dreams. No, nightmares, they are nightmares.
Another abrupt knock makes me get to my feet and rush to the door. When I open it, Alpha Oliver stands there next to Serge who guards my
door.
“Good morning my lady.” He says in his British enticing accent. “Would you do me the honors of having
breakfast with me?”
I am caught by surprise so for a few seconds I just stare
at him.
‘…S–sure…‘
“Marvelous.” He looks at my
clothes and smiles. “I’ll wait.”
I slowly nod and close the
door.
Usually, I wake up happy and feeling relaxed but not today. And I know why. When I
wake up every morning, the first things I am greeted with are Colt’s eyes and his smile, his deep morning voice saying “good morning” to me, and his morning kiss.
But not today and I
feel…lost.
When I finally snap out of
my stupor, I quickly get ready and head out even
though the only urge I have
is to see Colt.
Oliver leads me downstairs
outside where there is a
small table in a small garden area. There is food already waiting for us.
He pulls a chair for me and
after I sit, he sits in front of
1. me.
“What a beautiful day it is.” He says with a smile.
I slowly nod. “Yeah.”
I know I sound very
awkward and that is not
good. I force myself to be
more social.
“So…why did you come here
to settle?” I ask him.
He starts speaking about his family but I can tell that he is being just a bit vague about
1. it. The whole conversation
ends up being about when he a already arrived here.
For some reason, he steers away from anything to do with his past and family which I find very suspicious.
I am relieved when it ends
and I start my day with
training. Warrick wants me to keep my daily routine and for the next three days, I do.
But Victor has really cranked up my training. He beats the hell out of me though that
doesn’t bother me as much
since I am able to take
beatings pretty well, keeping up with him has been a
challenge however, his
methods work. Slowly I have
been able to fight back and
keep a good pace. I also am getting less fatigued which comes to another type of
training he incorporated,
running. He makes me run
laps now. At first, I hated it but now I understand why
he does it. Endurance. It is a
bit easier to keep up with
him now.
As for Colt, I have seen him secretly many times and he is doing much better in keeping his jealousy under wraps. Mostly because I
show him how much I want
him whenever we secretly
meet.
I now run past the river
where I can see the house in
the distance and Victor
waiting for me but suddenly I spot something strange. At
the side of the house where
the small garden stands, I see Colt with Skye. This makes me slow down to a sprint.
“What…the hell?”
He had told me that she had
apologized to him but he didn’t tell me that he was
talking to her again.
Catching my breath, I stop.
She says something to him and he smiles. My blood suddenly boils.
By no means do they look
like they are flirting, in fact, Colt is a few feet away from
her with his arms crossed
and his body language tells
me he is a little
uncomfortable but still, his smile seemed genuine.
Without giving it a second
thought, I stomp all the way
to them.
“What is so funny?” I ask
with a fake smile.
They both look at me
startled.
“Oh…nothing,” Skye says.
“Hmh…then why are you
talking to him?” I am blunt
and I don’t hide anything.
Colt takes a step back and
stands next to me which
makes me want to smile but
at the moment, I don’t.
Good mate…
He stays quiet and lets me assert my claim over him,
meaning that I am letting
her know that he is mine–a
behavior typical in us.
“Why can’t I talk to him? We
are not doing anything
wrong. Are you that
insecure?” She asks.
“Do you really want to go there?” I take a step towards
her.
“I have no wish to fight you.” She says. “There is no reason
for that. But also, whether you like it or not, he and I share a lot of history together, and though I know
where I stand in all of this
and I know what I did, I
speak with him out of the friendship that we once shared…” She slowly shakes her head. “…things can’t be
forgotten that easily.”
I don’t know what her game
is and although she doesn’t seem agitated, she does seem
defiant…and I don’t like it.
“Well, I can always make you,” I say looking straight into her eyes. “I can make you forget it all… hell, I can make you do whatever I
want.”
Her mouth opens but she
quickly closes it. She stares at me now with fear. She looks
at Colt and then back at me
before she turns and walks
away.
I feel pure satisfaction and I
can’t hide it.
I look at Colt to find him
staring at me. His expression is completely unreadable
and it is almost scary.
“What?” I ask.
He looks down and shakes
his head. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? Seems like
something is bothering you.” I cross my arms and watch him closely.
If he defends her, I am going
to be so pissed.
“Did you really have to
threaten her like that?”
“Are you serious? You are
taking her side?”
“Cass…this is not about her. I
get why you are upset, it’s
natural in our kind and it
doesn’t bother me at all. It’s the fact that you…you-” He stops and looks down. “It’s nothing…never mind.”
“No. Not never mind.”
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Colt’s POV.
“It’s nothing, Cass,” I repeat.
“Are you sure about that?
Cause you seem upseat!” She
says.
I am actually very calm. She
is the one who is upset.
Her reaction is not what
bothered me. It was what she
chose to do. She doesn’t
realize that every day… she acts like her father just a bit more. It is like she is losing sight of who her father really
is but I don’t. I am reminded
every single day of what I went through but I hide it from her. I hide all the pain I
feel when I walk around
here. I don’t show it. She
doesn’t need to see my pain.
But I am starting to get scared that she is losing sight
of who she is. I love this
woman. I love who she is. I Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.
love the kindness she has in
her. But this power she
has–I am even afraid to
think it but–it seems to be
changing her. It is as if she is
starting to rely solely on it
and like it.
“I am sure,” I say.
“You are lying and I don’t
like that. Tell me.” She
demands.
“It’s just that you are the kind of person that throws
punches, yes, but only out of anger. But when you said that to Skye…and even when you used your power on my sister, you seemed…to enjoy it. You seemed to enjoy the
fear that it caused them.”
“I–I don’t enjoy it. But I do
like the fact that I am not picked on anymore because of my power. I like that people know now not to
mess with me because there
will be consequences.”
I truly hope that is true.
I nod at her giving her the
benefit of the doubt because
I just might be wrong. “Okay.
I can see it your way.
Π
Her face contorts to an
expression of hurt. She gets close and softly clutches at my shirt and pulls me close. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry if that is
how it came out.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s okay.” I put a finger under her chin and caress with my thumb but quickly pull away remembering that we are
outside.
I hope no one saw that. “Uhm…please don’t be upset.
It’s okay, Cass.”
It kills me to see her hurt.