The Love of a Werewolf

Chapter 22

Altheia hums softly, brushing her fingers through the hair of the sleeping man on top of her. Since they've mated, everything has been going well between them. She wants so badly to confess her love, but she's afraid, afraid of pushing him away.

She'd die if they went back to the way they were before mating, it'll kill her. She felt him stirring, slowly waking up, but she wasn't ready for the intense look that settled upon her skin when he finally opened his eyes. "What has you in distress, mate?" This wasn't Ethan, it was his wolf and she quickly brought hers to the front of her mind, watching them interact with each other. Expressing their love to each other.

Her wolf gives her back control, with a dreamy sigh and curls back up into the back of her mind, already asleep. It drains the wolf faster, speaking in human form. "Good morning, Altheia." Ethan's raspy voice caress her ears, causing a pleasurable shiver to run up her spine.

"Good morning, anything planned for today?" Altheia asks, hoping it's a no, so they can spend all day together.

"My day is free, what would you like to do." His eyes trail over her face, feeling that familiar speeding of his heart, as soon as his eyes locks with hers.

"Lay on your back." She demands gently, and he immediately comply, she could tell him to jump off a bridge and he would do it if it made her happy.

"What are you doing?" He asks her, as she straddles his lap, feeling her bare cunt on his aching cock, it doesn't take much to get Ethan in the mood, she could just say his name and he's ready to pounce on her.

"Shh, don't speak." She whispers above him, slowly sinking herself onto his length, digging her nails into his skin lightly as she feels the slight burn from him stretching her.

"A-Altheia." He moans breathlessly and she clenched around him, making him jerk in pleasure. Her hands find his nipples, and she tugs on them harshly.

"Quiet." She hisses as she begins to ride him, searching for her own pleasure. If she could she'd share skin with him, because even now she feels they aren't close enough.

She flips them over and he's on top, fucking her like a mad man, and Altheia is seeing stars. Her grip is tight on him and he goes impossibly deeper, making her eyes slip to the back of her head in pure ecstasy. "I'm going to cum." He growls, harshly gripping onto one of her breast, as he cums inside her.

"I love you." She mutters to here's, hoping he didn't hear.

"What?" He snaps his head up, pulling away from her forcibly, even as she tries to hold him to her chest.

"Please don't do this right now, I-I need you close to me." She pleads with him hoping he'd just drop it. Her heart feels like a herd of elephants just stampeded over it at his reaction to the three words she's been dying to tell him.

"I'm going to finish up my work." He walks off to the closet and she watches from the bed, so many negative emotions running through her.

"If you walk out of that door, you will regret it." She calls to him, as soon as his shaking hands touch the golden knob. "Why is it so wrong for a wife to admit her love for her husband?" She asks him tearfully, Ethan can feel his heart breaking at her sorrow, but he pushes it down.

"I told you in the beginning, I can never love you in the way you need to be loved." He admits, coldly and she nods.

"I was such a fool, giving myself away to a man, who doesn't even care." Altheia mutters to herself. "My apologies, your highness, I'll let you get back to your work." She finishes in a bland voice and Ethan reaches out to touch her, but she pulls away, knowing that he will absolutely destroy her if he laid one finger on her in this moment.

"Altheia." He whispers softly, wanting to take back the words he said, but the apology gets stuck in his throat. He flees the room, and halfway down the hall, he hears her heartbreaking wails.

Ethan locked himself into his office like a coward, refusing to see the tear stained face that Altheia will surely be presenting him with. Midnight rolls around and he finally man up and head towards their room.

The room is dark and from the cold feeling in the air, it feels as if no one has been in this room for hours. He hurriedly flip the light on and sees that the little things she had scattered around the room is gone. He rushes to the closet and see all of her belongings are gone. He growls in anger, his wolf cursing him. "Rafe, meeting room, NOW!" He yells down the line and he storms off to said meeting room.

When I find her, she'll wish she never left me.