Bound

Chapter 27 - Virgin

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Skylar

Elanor. The name rings in my head as I lean back, staring at Dmitri.

"Elanor. Your girlfriend," I state rather than ask him.

"Not quite. We don't really use that term in werewolf circles. What she is...is not my chosen," Dmitri says, staring at me emotionlessly.

"But you sleep with her and bring her as your plus one to major events like this one." I am trying to get my point across. I assume he sleeps with her, his evasiveness prodding me for confirmation by stating it as a fact he can deny. I really hope he denies it. My heart has dropped to the bottom of my stomach as I wait for his answer.

"Exactly. She is there to play that part when needed and vice versa. We have that arrangement. Living as long as we do, it makes sense to have someone to do these things with."

I'm not sure why, but I feel like vomiting. The fact that there is someone in his life, someone he is sleeping with and goes to events with like normal couples do, disturbs me. I feel jealous. And really hurt.

"Do you love her?" I'm holding my breath, waiting for his answer.

"I'm not sure. I haven't really thought about it."

Tears start pricking the back of my eyes, threatening to spill out.

"I need to shower," I say quietly, getting up and heading to the bathroom just as tears start falling from my eyes.

I don't understand my feelings. I feel heartbroken. Heartbroken about something that I have no right to be. I close the door behind me, quickly putting the shower on so that Dmitri cannot hear the sob that escapes my lips. I want to be special to him. I want to be with him. Fuck it, I'm busy falling for this guy, more tears streaming down my face at the realization. No, no. Not happening, I say to myself, getting up off the floor that I sat on as this breakdown started. I vigorously take my clothes off, throwing them in the wash basket forcefully, nearly knocking it over.

My shower is quick and determined. I will not let this happen—no falling for this guy. No ways. I could stop these feelings, even crush them. There was no way I would fall for a guy like this. A Lycan who lived for decades and had a girlfriend he denied is precisely that, who gives me the best orgasms of my life. Yip, not happening.

After drying myself off, I stand in the walk-in closet, wondering what to wear. I chose a red and brown bohemian dress, with an elasticated waist and sleeves. It comes to just under my knees. I pair this with brown ankle boots. I swap out the leather strap bracelets, which need to dry as I forgot to take them off in my haste to shower and replace them with various brightly colored beaded bracelets. I put on my black obsidian necklace. Maybe subconsciously hoping it will ward off further feelings developing, from my side, towards Dmitri.

Shaking my hair out, I decide to leave it loose. I look at myself in the mirror, feeling good. I need to be strong and just keep Dmitri at a distance. He mustn't know how I feel. I take a deep breath and release it before leaving the closet. Dmitri is still sitting at the table, sipping on a fresh cup of coffee.

"You okay?" he asks, looking at me as he takes in my appearance. He continually asked this as if I were a fragile being. I suppose, as humans, we are. His eyes darken as he skims my face, down my torso, all the way to my feet before meeting my gaze again.