The Wild One

Chapter Eighteen-Unedited

So there's some more sexual content (sorry), but you can just skip over it. Also you guys are going to get to see a bit of Kayden's past, and i promise she hasnt been raped or beatean by her mom's mate like in EVERY SINGLE werewolf story. Seriously in every single one. I personally havent read one where that isnt the case yet. Sorry for the long wait! Enjoy cupcakes!

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“what do you want to do today?” he asked me, opening his arms up, I went and sat in his lap.

“we could go out” I suggested, knowing the answer, that had been my suggestion the past month. Jase wouldn’t let me be near any males, he wouldn’t let males on this floor, and he wouldn’t take me out anywhere because males could see me. That how jealous Jase got, males couldn’t even see me.

“you’re in heat” he reminded me, I sighed loudly in annoyance.

“what do you want to do?” I asked.

“we could watch movies” he told me.

“Kay” I said and snuggled closer to him grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch and closing my eyes. Jase chuckled and kissed my forehead. I slept on and off, Jase woke me up every time he kissed me. He would kiss my shoulder, or my wrist or my neck or stomach randomly. He woke me up every time but I never complained or showed that I was awake.

Jase quietly dealt with alpha business as I slept. For the first time in months I dreamed.

And I dreamed about him.

I vividly saw everything; I remember the pain. I remember the sound of the breaking of bones, and the sounds of screams. I remember it all. I remember the color of his eyes and I remember my mom’s screams echoing off the walls begging. I remember Molly crying in a corner. I remember every single detail.

I can see it all so clearly, like its real.

My eyes snapped open and I sat up panting. Jase was leaning over me looking concerned.

“Are you alright?” he asked me, I nodded eagerly; this would be a conversation for much later. I promised myself I would tell him before we mated, but not any time soon. He deserved to know, he deserved to know what he was mating to, but I couldn’t tell him. Not now.

“You were tossing and turning and gripping the sheets” he told me concern still clear in his eyes.

 Fuck it all. Fuck him. Fuck the past. Fuck everything that’s not in this room with me.

“how long was I out?” I asked attempting to clear away the bloody scene that resembled a crime scene tattooed in my head.

“about 30 minutes, you didn’t look comfortable on the couch so I moved you in here” he told me.

“Thanks” I said my mind still on my dream.

“your heat shouldn’t come back for another couple of hours” he stated, I nodded not really listening.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked me throwing himself on the bed next to me.

“Talk about what?” I asked crossing my legs and turned to face him.

“Your nightmare”

“it wasn’t a nightmare” I told him softly.

“the way you were gripping the sheets, I’d say it was pretty damn close to a nightmare” he told me.

“It was just a dream” I replied.

“was it a scary dream?” he probed.

“Just drop it Jase” I said climbing off the bed and leaving to go to the kitchen. I was hungry, as always. I poured some cereal and sat at the island, I felt Jase’s eyes on my back watching me from the doorway, but I never turned around and he never entered the kitchen.