Peaches

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Not even the warmth and comfort of my cotton sheets could lull me to sleep. The sheets smell like them and every time I think about them, I think of how we argued earlier. How Adam looked at me with those wounded eyes, how anger washed over Raphael so quickly. But mostly, I think of dread, the sick feeling in my stomach that is telling me to run.

That's what I do. When I get scared, I run... or I drink... or I smoke but that's out of the picture.

I watch the seconds change on the alarm clock opposite my bedside. It's been a few hours and I should be getting ready soon. Neither of them came to check on me and that hurts.

I pull myself from the covers and drag my feet into the shower, letting the soothing warmth of the water distract me from the nagging feeling I have. I feel a presence behind me but I don't bother to turn. I know who it is. A large naked frame wraps around me, placing gentle kisses on my neck.
"I love you," he whispers. "With all my heart."
I extend my arm upwards and wrap my hands through Raphael's damp hair.
"Adam loves you too, he's just afraid of losing you again," he whispers into my ear.
I turn to face him as tears begin to well in my eyes. "Am I weak?" I ask my voice cracking.
His eyes soften like I've never seen before. He cups my cheek into his large hand and strokes my tears away with his thumb.
"You're the strongest person I know," he replies.
"Then why do I feel this way?"
He doesn't say anything. Instead he wraps his body around mine, shielding me from everything and we just stand there for a while. He begins to wash my body all while laying kisses wherever he had cleaned. I felt loved for the first time in a while. Somehow as Adam had drifted away, Raphael and I had become come closer. What I had with Adam I have with Raphael and what I had with Raphael I have with Adam. No wonder these two couldn't have their own mates. It takes the two of them to care for one.

After washing me, Raphael wrapped me in a towel and we headed into the master bedroom together. I hadn't noticed the changes earlier but I see them now. The bed was huge, biggest I'd ever seen. Not just big enough for three but maybe four or five. The dressers and wardrobes and sinks were all in trios. It was perfectly designed for all of us to stay in together.

Raphael grabbed a remote control off of the dresser and pressed a few buttons that opened the curtains and windows. He kissed me on the cheek and went into one of the walk-ins. He pulled out my dress from earlier along with my heels and some stockings and lingerie I had also purchased, laying them on the bed next to me.

"This dress is beautiful, I can't wait to see you in it," he whispers to me, looking down with adoring eyes.

"How's Adam?" I ask while changing into the clothes he laid out for me.
"He's doing okay," he replies, seeming distant while he does.
"Okay?"
"He feels guilty for upsetting you but is also stubborn enough to not apologise."
"Sounds about right," I reply in a defeated tone. "Do you... think he's right?"
Raph sighs. "It's not about who's right, it's about finding a solution that suits you both."
"You're right," I sigh, finishing adorning my dress.

I head over to my dressing table and begin applying my makeup. Raphael comes behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
"It'll be okay," he says. "Let's just get through tonight without any more drama." He smiles.

I smiled back as he left the room. As I began to get ready, my mind drifted. Ever since this morning I've had this unnerving feeling like something big was about to happen. I can't figure out what but a strange feeling settled in my stomach.

Admiring the room around me, I pictured Adam Raphael and I living here together. Lazy mornings, late nights but most importantly time because we have the rest of our lives together to spend making memories in this room. The thought made me happy as I felt a smile creep onto my face. After tomorrow, after we were bound forever, nothing could tear us apart. Not even the son of a bitch who tried to kill me.

As I gaze at my reflection in the mirror I have a strong sense of Deja vu. I also notice that I'm the biggest idiot in the world. I'm wearing a black fucking dress to a Luna gathering. FUCK.

I hurry, scrambling in the half filled wardrobe and find a white linen shawl that subtlety says 'I'm the luna but not officially until tomorrow' in a relaxed kind of way. I sigh in relief and pair it with the pearly jewellery the Maria had gifted me.

While admiring myself in the mirror, I'm interrupted by a soft knock at the door paired with the creaking of the door hinge.

"I'm sorry," Adam says while wrapping his muscular arms around me.

"We can't keep doing this, hurting eachother, apologising and trying to go back to normal until it happens again," I breathe out in a frustrated sigh.

"This is the last time I will ever hurt you, I promise and if I break my promise may you slap me across the face a thousand times," he says as his head rests upon my shoulder.

I giggle as his hands move to my waist and his nose nestles in my neck, his breath tickling my sensitive skin.

"Now, may I have the honour of escorting my beautiful Luna to a very important Dinner where I will be keen and receptive to any and all thoughts she has on pack affairs." He looked up at me sweetly with a boyish charm i thought he'd lost.

"Of course Alpha Adam Ciro Guerra," I reply in a sultry voice.
He growls at the use of his full name and title. I watch in the mirror we face as his eyes begin to go dark but flash back to blue.

"Alpha is to only be used at formal events or in this bedroom because right now we have to go and I'm hard as rock," he says pressing his length against my ass. I gasp and reach my hands to balance myself against the mirror.

'So tempting amore mio," he growls and pushes himself further against me, his eyes once again dark. His eyes shut as he breathes my scent in deeply. "We cannot," he says opening his eyes to reveal the jade sparkles of his human.

He spanks me lightly.

"Let's go," he says steadying my body and wrapping my arm around his.

"Unfair," I whisper to him. His eyebrows raise with curiosity and amusement as we walk to the staircase. "You got me all wet without finishing me off," I say smirking as his face goes stoic, trying to rein in the emotion he just put to bed.