Forbidden

Chapter 33

33

 

That night, I lay awake in bed, unable to fall asleep.

My insomnia was most likely due to the overload in information Liam had given me today. I wanted to be as strong as he described his mother to be, I wanted to be with him so much that the fear of discovery would dissipate.

I wondered if she would’ve liked me, had she been alive.

Would she approve of me smashing her son’s heart?

I sighed heavily and rolled onto my back, dragging my comforter along with me, and pulling it up to my chin. I stared at the ceiling, trying to make all the thoughts go away, or make some understanding of them, but I couldn’t.

Kira already hated me, and I could hardly blame her. As much as the discord in her family divided her from her own, she still loved all of them. She loved him. She knew him like the palm of her hand, which was why she wasn’t as easy to fool as anyone else. We’d been so careful hiding our relationship. But Kira picked up on the minor details, took the scents to heart. Despite her bitterness, she was a great sister.

But me breaking Liam’s heart, and subsequently, my own could not be helped.

I sighed and rolled over onto my side, staring out the French doors.

The moon was out tonight, in all its glory, shedding moonlight across the marble tile on the balcony attached to my room. The late October breeze sauntered under the oak doors, ruffling the hems of my satin curtains.

I would hurt Liam because my mind had already been made up from the beginning.

This was just a fantasy, a daydream. I would never have Liam as my own, even if he was my Mate, because my mind had been made up about it from the beginning.

I sniffled as I felt a tear squeeze from my ducts.

Why did there have to be a feud between the Packs? It was killing us both.

In all my thinking, I didn’t see the dark shadow that swept across the balcony, hiding the light from the moon as he reached for the door handles. I didn’t see the intruder expertly ease the unlocked French doors open, or the wind that was hastily ruffling the curtains.

I sat up as the wind picked up and slammed the French doors into the walls, making the curtains billow in the breeze.

I was on high alert as I watched the figure cross the room toward me.

I grappled for anything on my bedside table; but only came up with a hairbrush. It would have to work. I quickly changed positions and swung the hairbrush at him, but he easily caught it, and gently gripped my wrists. I tried to kick him, but that didn’t work either, and his grip on my wrists increased.