Daughter of the Goddess

>> seven

Greyson kept stroking my hair, while I clung to his body in complete shock. My watery eyes were on the rogue that Greyson had without another thought killed. I couldn't tear my gaze away from it until the pack who's lands we were on removed the body and disposed of it. In what manner, I didn't know, but I just heard them say they were going to take care of it.

Since I wouldn't answer to Greyson and rarely reacted to anything he did, he eventually picked me up, wrapped my legs around his waist and began walking back to the cars. My mind kept playing on a repetitive loop how Greyson placed his hands on either sides of the man's face and just twisted like unscrewing the tap of a bottle.

I remember clearly the forest green eyes of the rogue turning dull, until they were colorless. That's one of the ways to see if a wolf is dead. Their eyes lose their original color. For instance, since my eyes are grey, it would be hard to distinguish if I'm dead by my eyes, because my eyes would turn lighter only the slightest bit. But that man had bright green eyes and I could see even from afar the light and color leave.

I was placed sitting on the inside of the SUV that already had new tires under. The rest two were in the middle of repairing. Greyson stood in front of me with worry stiken face and I turned my head away. His eyes held remorse now, but it wasn't because of what he did. He felt regret for the fact that I was there to see. This emotion wouldn't be a part of him right now if I hadn't been a few feet away.

"Katja, please don't shut me out," Greyson begged and I felt my bottom lip quivering. Even his voice held regret and saddness that came to me in powerful waves.

"You k-killed him," I whimpered. He closed his eyes, I could see it from the corner of my own field of view, and rubbed his eyes with his hands.

"I had to."

"No!" I fight back, gaining multiple looks from Lycans all around. "You could have captured him! Imprisoned him even, but you just snapped his neck!" I spat, before bowing forward in the ache I was feeling at my heart. We were already beginning to feel the connection that we would tie once we mated. The ache I felt was the one coming from him as I said those words.

"Katja, please," he whispered, but I wouldn't look up. I was in shock and I was afraid. Of what I wasn't sure. My wolf wouldn't reflect her feelings to me either and I was afraid of what she meant by that. I've heard some things about how wolves reflect the position of the relationship and sometimes wolves are the ones to decide if their mate should or shouldn't be rejected. That's what I was afraid of.

I wasn't afraid of getting rejected, because Greyson never gave me a reason to fear that. But I was afraid of ending up to be the one to reject.

"Katja," Greyson whimpered and grabbed my face between his hands. His eyes held so much fear, I was momentarily afraid that he could read my mind. As that thought crossed my mind, he gulped.

"I can, Katja. I can read your mind," he cried out and I looked at him in shock. Damn Lycans and their gifts. Why hadn't he told me? "You never asked." I looked at him, my heart breaking at sight of his tears. A Lycan crying. And when I was younger, I was convinced that Lycans didn't have feelings at all, only because of the stories we were all told.

I did try to hold myself back, because of the mixed emotions I was feeling towards him, but I couldn't and I ended up reaching forward and wiping his tears away anyways. He let go of my face to hold my hands to his face instead. I shifted slightly closer to him on the seat and leaned my forehead against his. He let out a shaky breath and his grey eyes snapped open to look into mine.

"I'm sorry," he whispered and I gulped.

"I know." But I couldn't bring myself to say I forgave him. There were always other ways to deal with a situation. And when I saw him there, taking a life as if it was an everyday thing, I felt an unexplainable repulsive feeling towards him. How many times has he done this?

"Many," he whispered in an answer to my thoughts. I would have to talk to him about it. If he was in my mind all the time, I could only assume that he also knew of my silent debate of forgiving him.

"I'm sorry," I whispered now, thinking about the forgiving ordeal.

"I understand," he answered simply.

"Greyson." Greyson pulled my hands from his face and turned around to look at Declan. Declan's lifeless grey eyes were on me for a moment, before they addressed Greyson. "We're almost ready to continue our drive." Greyson just nodded and turned back to face me. Declan walked away without another glance our way.

"Katja," Greyson whispered and I returned my gaze from Declan to him again. "I wouldn't be able to handle it if you reject me," he spoke softly, but I could feel the twisting in my stomach that he felt as he spoke. I gulped.

"I'm not going to reject you," I answered silently. And I spoke the truth. "Because I wouldn't be able to handle it either." A sort of a hope sparked in his eyes.

He pulled me to him by my hips and placed his lips on mine. If I had ever been afraid of my first kiss because of lack of skill, I was proven wrong right there and I kissed him back just as hungrily as he did. His distractive and mind-blowing lips made all the clouds of doubt in my mind get sucked into a big black hole, but the feelings in my stomach kept growing and growing.

I never understood the phrase of fireworks going on in the pit of the stomach when one kissed the love of their life. Because the only thing that erupted in my stomach was a fire that carried on throughout my body, warming me and even burning slightly. Fueling the desire even more, until I was certain that if we didn't stop then, we wouldn't stop at all and so I forced our lips to part.

I fell down from cloud nine and again into his arms. I refused to open my eyes and instead focused on the data the rest of my senses gathered - Greyson's panting, the chatter of surrounding people, Greyson's sweet scent and peppermint breath and even his hard-on against my thigh.

I blushed from embarrassment, yet he remained as he was, wouldn't even let go of my hips to let me back away a little bit.

"I'm glad you stopped," he suddenly spoke up and I raised my gaze in surprise. Glad? "I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to," he added and smiled weakly. As if it was easy for me to do. "I'm glad it wasn't."

"Are you going to keep reading my mind always?"

He pursed his lips and a guilty look swam into his eyes. "Well, I've actually tried not to read your mind since the beginning, but I've caught some things."

I gasped. "Can you hear my wolf?" He frowned and shook his head, to which I sighed from relief. All those kinky things my wolf has said, yikes. He chuckled and grinned widely.

"If you hear what my wolf says, you wouldn't think so," he said and I glared at him.

"Stop it, Greyson." He smiled apologetically and just nodded. Idiot.

He snorted and I rolled my eyes. Should have known.

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