Lost in Worlds

Smut and Pixie Dust

Warning: There is a bit of smut ahead so if you don't like it, you may skip it. But knowing Wattpadders you guys probably root for the stuff :)

Avery had stayed up all night binge-watching romantically themed movies with her friends and in the early morning waltzed out of Mila's room, into hers, walking straight past her bed that seemed particularly more bulked up with pillows and blankets than usual. She spared it of thought as she soon stripped, entering the bathroom, and let the scalding water wash away a thousand worries.

Pregnant. She nearly scoffed at the assumption and memory from the previous night. It wasn't even logical, nor ethical. She was not ready for such a thing; an exception might be made if she found the one. Still, she wouldn't jump their guns within five minutes of meeting them; not that far off from what werewolves and their mates do as she had been taught.

Rutting hell, her life really did mess itself up, dramatically. Toxic parents, teleportation, another world, Bitch Queen, magical beings, supernatural wolves and one mutt that went by the name of Alpha. She guessed the only thing that came close to euphoria was the incredible relationship she had formed with four people. Four people because despite not wanting to remember, Connor did betray them and she had to learn to accept it. However, it still hurt that he had a lack of trust in the group; so much so as to hide secrets.

She really thought they were passed that stage. But she also knew that there stood only one human in the world she could trust with her heart; herself. Even then, her body and mind occasionally slacked off leaving her trailing a windless road with limited purpose.

God , she really thought she'd found herself. But she'd been wrong. She understood that now. Accepted it. So, Avery continued soaping her arms, her too thin thighs, and shampooed her hair mindlessly.

For hopelessness had become a friend, darkness once an enemy–now too familiar to be so. Avery Rosella was used to pain; found it safer. She knew no other way.

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Cold. A freezing chill had settled on Connor overnight. The same feeling a wolf endured if their mate faced trouble or avoided their immediate presence. He didn't waste a second bursting out of her bed, grabbing a shirt of hers containing her intoxicating scent, on the way.

He instantly relaxed, shoulders sagging in relief. Not from the lovely smell of her shirt, no, rather because he scented her standing in the bathroom attached to her bedroom. Her bedroom. His eyes darkened a smidge as he imagined all the things he might do to her if given the chance. Too bad he had to wait 'longer for he was sure she'd enjoy it just as much.

And that should have been his wake-up call as what happened next caught him off guard. His mate would be the death of him. Out of the bathroom she came, his honey to a bee, his nectar to a flower, his sweet taste to a thirsty tongue. Wrapped in nothing but a towel, her full breasts were straining against the lack of clothing, wet hair dripping on the carpet. A deep growl erupted from his chest, eyes now a deep onyx.

Hard, he was now so damn hard, his manhood straining much like Avery's clenched thighs...

Something in him snapped as his mate remained spellbound against the close bathroom door, resembling a gaping fish. He leapt into action, sprinting with ethereal speed to her, halting as he stood a mere inch away. His nostrils flared and taking a deep breath he crossed the distance between them, arms moving beside her head, trapping her to the wall. He smirked when she squirmed. It gave him a flashback of that day they had escaped the Queen's palace, and, if he recalled quickly, were almost caught if not for his quick-thinking distraction.

He had kissed her against the wall, similar to how he wished to do now. That goddamn kiss had awoken him to such an erotic feeling, the mate bond having been jolted alive, that out of sexual frustration and surprise he had demanded how she knew his name, in a snobby tone, mere seconds later.