Cronan is angry. Angry that after years of waiting, he's mated to the one wolf he never wanted.
Fen is stuck. Stuck in a state of purgatory that he doesn't know how to escape from.
After learning of his mate's crimes, Cronan never expected to see h...
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Maybe it was because I hadn't left Oakwood in ages, but the remainder of the week and a half I had left before it was time to visit my pack flew by in a flash. I spent most of my time preparing for the short trip and making sure I had everything I needed packed away so I could just grab my stuff and go. Now there was just one more day before I left and I knew exactly how I would spend it—not that Fen gave me much of a choice.
Since I mentioned the idea of a game night, the man had been reminding me at every opportunity so I wouldn't forget. The constant reminders were partially annoying, but at the same time, I was surprised to see Fen so excited.
It seemed like I was constantly learning about and seeing more sides of Fen in the short time we lived together. It was ironic to think that when I first met him, he was one step up from being considered a robot and now he seemed more...human in a way.
"What are you thinking about?" I jumped at the sudden intrusion of another voice and turned my head just in time to see Fen flop onto the couch beside me with curious eyes. "Are you thinking about me?"
"You wish," I lied, rolling my eyes. "Why are you so close?"
His shoulder brushed against mine as he turned his body to face me. "I just want to sit beside you. Besides, we've gone farther. Aren't we past the unspoken no-touching rule?"
"No."
"No?"
"No," I repeated.
Fen's eyebrows raised and a smile formed on his face. "Other stuff aside, I could've sworn you almost kissing me the other day was surely enough to prove otherwise."
"Me almost what?"
"When we had dinner," he clarified.
"I was not going to kiss you."
"You learned forward."
"You're imagining things." I dismissed the claim and before he could come up with a rebuttal, I asked, "Did you want to get this game night started or not?"
The change in topic worked as expected. Fen quickly got up and hurried to grab the basket of old board games I pulled out the night before from beside the TV.
"What did you want to play?" He questioned while the both of us took a seat on the ground across from one another with the basket in between us.
I shrugged. "You were the one who was so excited about this so you can pick first."
"Are you sure?" He asked and I nodded. "Well, in that case, let's play this first."
