The Gift The Moon Gave

CHAPTER THIRTY

Third Person POV

Compressed, the only word that could expressed how she felt currently. Her chest felt tightly caressed and yet relaxed all at once. Her intakes of breath borrowed while the release were fought against. Her mind wasn't where she wanted it but she had to make due with what she had. It was inevitable and she knew, since their first meeting, she knew it would have only been a matter of time before stance were drawn and a sides elected....which would be the concluding factor.

Yet, how can she. How can she posibly choose when on both ends she would be made to suffer a great loss. Why did they have to do this? Why does this one decision be made so hard?

Three days Prior.

"No." She wasn't sure what he had meant, but she wanted to obey. To be that close to him and have him see her, not just look at her.

They were so close yet it felt like they were eons aways. She wanted him to pull closer, He wanted to draw nearer. To feast upon the suppleness of her skin by feigning a soft touch, though he kept his intentions focus and steering clearing of persuading thoughts. The woman before him was no doubt his, he knew that and so did she. Their beasts had spurred the concoctions of it biological as the human processed it, the moment their skins had mingled within that forest. An instinct he could not help but give into then, for he had waited lifetimes for her to finally find her way to him.

"No?" She repeated, though this time it was a soft whisper, far from the strength she had before when she had called his name. Enormed, she was by him, he could tell by the way her heart palpitations had not a steady beat. Fluctuating between rhythyms trying find its rghtful pace which could only be found on the same beat has his.

" Beautiful, your purity." Seeping into her body, his words unfold. Warming her in a way the familial bonds she shared could never. It was the farthest thing from and sexual arousing, yet it was intimate on a superficial level of platonic attraction. Broken were his words, yet somehow she could tell what he wanted to express.

Pulling back the girl looked toward the door has her mother entered the space. Suddently adding an emptiness to the atmosphere. Thiuderieks had yet to move from his position, still bent at the waist watching with curious eyes every muscle spasm and intake of breath she took. Completely dismissing the notion that someone had entered and disrupt their bonding . Not that he strive to be disrespectful with his actions, he just could not help but be confined within the trance that was Adora.

"Adora.....I-well your father and I would like to have a word with you."The woman fell over her words, far from expecting to find her daughter mere seconds aways from what would seemed like tongue tying. Exhaling a breath she knew she could not stop whatever was to happen with them, it was now her daughter's choice. A choice none the less that she would assist in guiding her to the right path.

"Uhm-a-I'll be there shortly mama." Nodding the woman turned and left closing the door behind her.

Turning to face her mate once more the girl was not all that surprised to not see him there in his spot anymore. But rather a few feet away, almost touching. Retaining his original stance against the wall. Looking at him briefly she stated her departure, to which he offered a nod of his own while making no effort in leaving. Realizing that he was silently telling her that he would be waiting at that spot for her return she followed suit of her mother.

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"Look we know what is at stake and we're not forcing you into any decisions that you are against. However, this is what we think is best given the situation." Adora, sat listening, unmoving and fully immersed in the discussion her parents had set forth having.