Booka Chapter62
Looking at my mark,I feel as if this will stick. It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t itch, and it feels pleasurable as my fingertips brush against it.
My eyes flutter closed slightly, the effect of touching the mark causing a fire to spread inside me. Desire, want, a need start to build up within. Undercurrents of deep pleasure start to pulse to life, goosebumps raise and shiver the surface of my skin.
“Rya, can I come in?” Dallas calls from the door where I left him.
Coming out of my room, I see him standing at the entrance, waiting to come in. He’s dressed, a slight blush against his neck. He’s breathing slightly harder, eyes that want, his emotions screaming to take what’s his now. A male Alpha wanting to have a Luna by his side.
“Come in.” He takes that step inside my home, relief inside himself felt within me.
“Do you regret it, Rya?” His head is tilted slightly, waiting for my
answer.
“Yes and no.” It’s my truth that I need to tell him now. “I understand. It must be very hard for you.”
“It is, and it isn’t. I know that Clayton doesn’t want me, but deep down inside me, there was hope.” The look of hurt in Dallas’s face hurts my soul. He grips onto the chair as a wave of fear passes over him that I will choose Clayton in the end. It’s a painful hurt that he’s feeling like his stomach is being sliced open with claws, letting his insidestumble out
“I’ll fight for you, Bya. I will fight for every inch gain in your soul. I’m not going to give up on us.”
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“I’m sorry, Dallas. It’s not what you wanted to hear, but I can’t help how I feel.” It’s almost like those abused women who would prefer to stay with an abuser than leave and have a better life. That’s what I see when I see Clayton. He has never wanted me, he has never shown me love, yet deep down I want him in a very sick way. Yet here’s Dallas standing in front of me, trying to be everything that I
need and want
“I’ll just have to work harder, won’t I, to change your mind?” He’s getting closer to me now. His body warmth encases me with a feeling of fullness instead of emptiness. “I’ve been talking with Clayton, making sure that he knows everything that’s happening between us, between my brother and Kennedy. I’ve been keeping him informed of everything. I think it is easier for him, so nothing is a surprise when he does fully heal. He has all day to think about what’s happening. He has nothing but time as he heals to deal with all of his feelings toward Kennedy and my brother. He never expected to live. Do you know what his biggest concern is? His truth will hurt me just as much as mine hurt him.
“His first words out of his mouth when he woke up was, is she okay. He wasn’t asking about you. He only wanted to know about her. He doesn’t care about you, Rya. He also gave me his blessing to mark you, to make you my mate.” His words take my breath away, and my stomach feels just like his, ripped open and bleeding.
“This is not meant to hurt you, but I know it does, Rya. Clayton and Kennedy were iny triends before you came back. They would pick me up, and I’d go out for dinners with them, hang out with them on weekends when I wasn’t working I actually like that male. They were a fun couple. I asked him once how could he fight the mate bond. Clayton said it was easy.
You weren’t around, and he loved Kennedy. That you just weren’t whathe wanted, that you were not his type of female. When he said that, Kennedy would interject and tell me what you looked like. How you were really ugly with big teeth, no shape to your body. She said. that you had no friends, that your family wasn’t from good stock. You were prone to aggression. That you tried to kill her when you were younger. He shakes his head to himself. “How you were whipped for that. That they had to stand there and watch. She thinks you did that on purpose just to make Clayton feel bad that you got whipped. You should have seen the shock on their faces when I said in my pack we would have let you fight it out. Winner gets the prize. We don’t whip our juveniles. We let them fight until one submits to the other.” “Il I could have fought her, I would have won.” I say it with a conviction. My Wild would have drunk at her throat of life.
“I have no doubts that you could take her back then, but now, I don’t think you can. She is a female who has spent years training by Clayton’s side. Learning, watching him. You might be bigger, stronger, but she has more knowledge about fighting than you do. Try to remember that.” He’s trying to make his point, staring hard into my eyes.
“My brother has to sleep with one eye open. She has tried many times to open him up. She’s very eager to show him all her skillshe has learned at Clayton’s side.”
“She’s tried to take your brother out? I’m slightly shocked. I thought maybe she would succumb to the bond.
“Yes, she has. Ifeel very sorry for my brother. He’s got the biggest heart out of all my brothers.” He’s looking out the window, his attention on the shoreline. I notice Cash walking barefoot in the water, looking at the ground, eyes sweeping down where water meets
land, little rippling waves soaking the bottom of his pants.
