𝑀𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁

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Afra

"Give me your hand"

The fire burns bright besides us. I hate that it does nothing but make her features sharpen. Her jaw was straightened, and her soft breathing almost makes me feel guilty that I enjoy it.

I do hesitate a small bit. Her hand waits though, not backing up or not pulling forward to meets mines, it waits. I give in and gently lay mines on top of hers. Not knowing what to expect but when has a day ever gone by where I knew what to expect. "I won't hurt you" her words sooth something in me. I don't know why but I believe her. She pulls me close as I nod

Her hand on mines feels warm and comfortable. I hate that I enjoyed every bit of her strange body heat that always seem to sooth my small shivers. "Tell me, Afra" her voice fills my ears and now my vision that was somehow staring at our holding hands look up to her darken eyes. "Tell me what have you heard about me" I feel cozy with her looking at me. Like I'm protected by the world, and nothing can hurt me. I also, hated that. I didn't want to be protected "The stories?" My voice comes out quiet. Still taking in the fact that we're holding hands. The fact that I actually like it. The fact that not even two days ago I would roll my eyes at her attempts on trying to talk to me. "Mm, I have stories?" She slowly lifts the corner of her lips up. It makes my neck red at how stupidly beautiful she was. "The ones where you eat babies for dinner or the actual war crimes you have committed."

Her laugh makes my stomach burst into tears. The butterfly's and the rainfall that now parades my panties happily flush's out. I hate it I hate it. "Wow, war crimes. Now that, that's a new one" her smile turns into a frown, and I somehow feel disappointed. She now leaves my eyes and look at the burning blaze next to us. I can't lie and say I don't want to reach out and touch that chisel jaw of hers. Or run my finger down the slope of her curved nose. But I hold back the urge to do so and look at the burning blaze with her. "No, the ones about my family"  Her hand reaches my chin, and it pulls me.  Her hand on my chin feels soft and gentle but it held a little as if I was going to slip away.

I shake my head at her response.

I have heard a bunch of dumb stories. Some to the point where she was an eating which lady taking in babies and eating them for dinner. Yes. Very dumb. But somehow whenever the topic of her family where to come up the room would be quiet. As if they had spoken of the topic she would suddenly spawn and take us all down to hell or maybe no one really knew.

"Before me, Fernando..."

Her voice stiffens at the name. I shiver at her accent as she says the name.

"Before me....my father was the alpha for the pack. He put fear into many people, even I was at some point" she shuts her eyes tightly. My hands slip their way to her cheek. Soothing the soft skin. "You don't have to" my words come out shaky from watching her decide on something. I didn't know what came to me. But I felt a small push to comfort the beast Infont of me. The all-mighty Alpha Dren, the one killed, taken over, even built herself a city from towns on end. She was everywhere, fears by everyone yet, she's here. Talking to me telling me every one of her dirty secrets like I was her lover. She shakes her head, and her free hand now lays on top of mines. Pulling my hand on her cheek closer to her more as if I was going to soon pull it away. But I also had a secret, I didn't want too, and I wasn't going too." I had a sister"

Her words slowly make me stiff. "A sister...?" The word makes me come back to earth. Hitting my stomach with a powerful jab of reality. She has lost, she has been alone. "She was the only reason I stood home, the only reason I had ever stood up to the piece of shit I called father." She now shuts her eyes harder. Gripping my hand and soon moving it to her lips. "One night I felt... off. Like I needed to get up, stretch, walk, move. I just needed to get out of my room. It was hot and my body burned. When I walked out, he was there when I did, he was walking down the hallway where the rooms of me and my sister where. I've always hated when he was near her. As if one day he would rub his bad temper and dull ego onto her, so I did what was best and kept her far away. It didn't matter to him either way, so it just made it easier."