"I found myself wanting to be around this girl until I can no longer stand being without her."
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After Elaria's parents died and left her with her sister at the werewolf castle, they are punished for their parent's crimes. Elaria becomes a maid for...
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"Holy shit," he laughed as the rain pelted us. I looked around, it was barely visible but I knew we needed to move before the place got too dark. I look at Westlee, wondering to myself if I was ready for him to know about my parents. I wouldn't be surprised if he already knew and it didn't really matter to me anymore. "Do you trust me?" I asked the question he asked only minutes ago. Westlee scanned my face and without another hesitation, he nodded," more than anyone else," he said, leaning in to peck my lips. I still couldn't believe we kissed.
By now we both were soaked and I was thankful neither of us bought any valuables with us. Without another thought, I grabbed his hand and pushed his chest back so I could walk out of his grip. "Come on," I encouraged him as we began to run hand in hand towards my family cabin.
I don't turn back to see his reaction as I ran into the porch that had memories of my parents. "What are you doing?" He asked as I stared at the lock. The keys were back at the apartment but I guess it's impossible to get them. I ignored him and gripped the lock, finally using my powers for the first time in years. "What?" He confusingly whispered when the lock snapped open. "Come on," the harsh winds were making me rather cold to the brick of shivering.
"How did you?" He questioned as my hand hovered over the handle, hesitating for a second before pulling our soaking bodies inside the warm. "I lied when I said I wasn't a special," I say, pulling off the jacket to reveal the jersey that was clinging onto my skin. "It's like I can control magnetic objects including some metals and stuff," I shrugged, leaning against the wall. "That is amazing," Westlee says out loud and I nod. "I guess we both have interesting powers," I say.
"But I don't think breaking into the old beta's cabin is a good decision," he trailed off, looking around the dusty place. I bite my lip nervously, thinking about how he would react. I guess I wouldn't know until I do it, right? "It's not breaking in unless it's mine," I pointed out. Westlee started at me with furrowed brows.
"What?"
"My parents were the royal betas," saying those words felt like if I unlocked something inside of me. I felt relieved to finally say that. "They tried to kill the king so they were killed for their crimes. But that wasn't enough. King Stephen told us there wasn't a place for Dixie and me anymore. We lived here for a bit, Martha kept us alive seeing I was left to babysit a seven-year-old all by myself. Until a couple of months later we decided to move on with our lives. My punishment for my parent's crimes was to become the maid and after a while, I got paid so I didn't mind. I would go an hour before school for breakfast and come back after school to clean and help with dinner," I explained, trying to remember everything as I looked around the dark house.
"We wanted to move on and being in this house was a terrible memory for us to cope with. It hurt too much to live here with them gone. It was better to move into the apartment since it was closer to the high school," I continued. We both stare at each other, waiting for one of us to say something. "When did all of this happen?" Was the only question Westlee had for me. "Ten years ago," I answered with a sigh. It was so long ago but feels like last month.
"Why didn't you say anything before?"
"Because at first, I thought you already knew and you just wanted to question me about it, and then I thought that I didn't want you to define me by my parent's actions. That's what I'm known as. The girl whose parents tried to kill their king," he quoted, rolling my eyes. "I didn't mean for it to look like I was keeping a secret from you, it was just something I didn't want you knowing about me yet," I added, afraid that he would think it was a secret of mine. "I know, I know, I'm just mind blown by how strong you are, I can't believe you kept you and Dixie alive and healthy all by yourself," Westlee whispered and my shoulders sagged in relief that he isn't upset.
His hands cupped my cheeks, forcing my head up to look at him. My eyes shut as our lips met again. The kiss ignites flames beneath my skin as our lips moved in the sensual kiss, Westlee hands holding my jaw as if he is afraid to let go. As our mouths move in sync, my hands reach up to wrap around his neck, slipping my fingers in his hair to bring us closer. As we kissed each other deeply, everything seems to fade away like the wet clothes on our backs and the bad memories surrounding my parents. We're both flushed and breathless as we pulled away, our chests rising and falling with our foreheads pressed. His hands brushed down my wet shoulders. "We should get you out of these wet clothes," Westlee softly says, sliding his arms down my sides before backing away.
"Yeah, uh come on," I mumbled and walked to the light switches and flicked all of them on, the entire place brightens. "I'm sorry if the place is dusty," I apologized walking into my parent's room with Westlee walking behind me. "That's alright," I hear him say before I pull the drawers revealing my father's clothes.
"Hey," Weslee pulled me back revealing my watery eyes to him. "How about I get myself some clothes and you take care of yourself," he suggested and I nodded. My eyes look into his soft and worry ones for a second longer before turning away. I pulled one of my father's black shirts and one of my mother's short pants before walking out of the room.
I go into Dixie and I's old room when we used to come here before slipping off my clothes and slipping into the clean ones. They weren't dusty at all since they were kept in the drawers. When I walked into the laundry room, Westlee was dressed in grey track pants and a white tank top. I threw my clothes into the laundry with his and put in the detergent and set the timer. "What now?" I asked referring to while we wait in a dusty house while we wait for the rain to stop. "Get the blankets and meet me at the door," he said. I stare at him weirdly before nodding and returning into the room to get all the five blankets.
"You look so cute," Westlee awed as he watched me struggle with the pile of cloth. "Thanks for the help," I sarcastically say, rolling my eyes. His eyes widened and he bolted to take the blankets off me.
Westlee kissed my forehead as we watched the rain, wrapped up in blankets with my head on his shoulder, and his arms wrapped around me. I wanted to stay here forever.
