Moonstone

wild lovers part 2

"I was always yours to have. You were always mine. We have loved each other in and out of time." M. Angelou

Sanem

It doesn't matter, I said. But it did.

Polen’s words had reopened old wounds that had just been recently cauterized. The dark place where I had shut away all my insecurities and anxieties had been breached. They raised their ugly heads and began to whisper.

This can’t last.

It's too perfect.

You're not what he needs.

After he fell asleep, I couldn't help but relive every excruciating word and every breathtaking second.

****

Earlier

I stared at her, the shock I'd first experienced when she spoke was wearing off and was being quickly supplanted by outrage. 

“How did you get in here?” I demanded.

She smiled smugly. “I am very familiar with this place... and with its owner,” she said, her eyes sweeping up from my bare feet to my mussed hair. Her face twisted in distaste.

I stood paralyzed by indecision. I wanted to get dressed because I hated being at a disadvantage but I didn't want to turn my back on her. I gathered the sheet around me and decided that there was no shame in looking like I’d spent several hours being ravished by a gorgeous god of a man.

It was my turn to look smug. 

She shot me a withering look and walked to the kitchen. 

“Please, go ahead. Help yourself,” I muttered sarcastically.

She looked over her shoulder at me with an insincere smile and said, “I hope you don’t mind, " while she poured herself whiskey. Can's whiskey. I growled under my breath.

“Would you like to sit?” She said graciously but her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

Would I like to sit? Oh, she was trying to establish dominance. Did she not know who I had been holed up in here with? Please. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m no expert but I’m pretty sure it’s bad etiquette to barge into someone’s home uninvited and raid their liquor cabinet.”

She chuckled throatily and draped herself on the arm of the couch. She was wearing a scrap of a dress and sky-high heels and I briefly wondered how she walked to the cabin without spraining an ankle.

“Oh sweetie, that’s not the way it works with wolves. You would know that if Can didn’t insist on keeping you hidden. Why do you think that is?” She took a casual sip of her drink and eyed me maliciously.

“We’ve been busy as you can see,” I said deliberately and let my lips curve in a knowing smile. Her insouciant facade disappeared for a moment and her eyes darkened with pure hatred before she quickly masked it.

“Too busy to be introduced to his Pack?” She made a chiding noise. “I know you don’t understand but Pack is everything to an average wolf. To an Alpha… Well, it’s like your human kings. He’s like the king and what king wouldn’t love to show off his queen? If she was indeed his queen?” She purred.

“Get to the point, please, and then get out,” I snapped. 

She stood up in a sudden fluid move and all pretense of being a charming viper faded away and now she was just a viper. Her eyes shifted colors and I remembered that this woman had already proven dangerous and that she was also a predator with very sharp claws. I tensed and followed her movements carefully.