How much can love save?
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Leila is torn between keeping away from her mate and saving her Pack. She believes staying away from him is best for the both of them. But the only way she stands a chance at protecting the people she loves is if she accept...
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~MAX.
I couldn't sleep. It'd been hard to sleep ever since she came here. Her scent was everywhere even when I pulled away in long distances to abstain from taking it in. We both stayed in guest bedrooms five doors apart, and I'd be lying if I hadn't at least once gotten out of my room to stalk at her door. It's maddening. This desire. To have her when my mind doesn't want to. My body and heart craved her like a tempting sin.
I stalked the woods in the early morning...as usual. This time I woke up earlier to abstain from throwing my senses to her room just to hear what she was up to early in the morning.
Again...it was maddening.
It won't be maddening if you just gave in. Remember what Leila said...just get to know her. Maybe we won't crave her like a beast on a hunt.
'You think so.'
Yes...except for the craving part. We'll always crave her.
I rolled my eyes at his horrible humour, stomping my feet on the dried leaves, crunching under my feet. Sweat trickled down my skin, inside my black T-shirt. Down my spine and abs, but I moved forward, walking, calming my heartbeats before I started again.
I didn't want to shift to my wolf, not yet. It usually brought too much attention to my spilling scent. And in these dangerous times...it wasn't worth getting killed for.
I felt strong. I felt faster, more...everything, as if my body and wolf had been waiting for this. Ever since Leila distributed her power to all members of her pack - as how every leader has before - everyone has felt more powerful.
I didn't want to know about Edward.
I had cursed Nick for it multiple times. He could've gotten her killed. He thought I wouldn't know but when a wave of that delicious power bombarded me, making me convulse in acceptance, I knew what he had let happen.
Natasha thought I was sick when I hit the floor. I felt her panic until I started complaining and cursing at her absent brother. Then Dana knew what was happening. And maybe part of her felt I wasn't in danger because lately she's been feeling what I felt. Sometimes I thought she could read minds. But when I asked her, she flipped for some reason.
I stomped further into the woods as the morning rays leaked through the trees. I couldn't smell anything nearby except for decomposed leaves and wet ground. I sighed in the calm of the day, not feeling ready to indulge in the chaos when I headed back.
Nick was worried about Edward's silence and wanted us to meet and talk about the possible things he could be planning. He wanted us to talk about all the things he could have against us and what he would be thinking about using them against us.
I dreaded sitting together.
Natasha would be there.
And it would take a tint of pink on her face to let my control finally slip.
