We soon got to the mansion, and Keanne drew in a long breath, his eyes thinning as he watched the mansion. "I hate this place."I laughed. "Me too. But well...this is home.""I have felt helpless so many times, but not quite as bad as right now."I turned to him, then slowly moved, my finger reaching up to my forehead. He sighed and leaned further, then kissed my forehead. I smiled, as he leaned away, then came back, his kips brushing mine, efficiently knocking the breath out of me.Fuck me, I love the frequency."You...call me if he raises a finger at you. He doesn't stand a chance.""I know. I know."He nodded, his thumb running smoothly against my cheeks. He placed the smallest kiss on the corner of my lips, then moved away. I smiled at him, then moved away from him and turned to the door."Cora."I turned to him, and he swallowed, hidvhabf tightening around mine. Have I mentioned how much I loved it when hr was possessive? I felt like we have spent so long trying to navigate this
My eyes opened slowly, my chest heaving slowly. The lids felt heavy, and I gave a low moan, my hand starting to move to my forehead.I couldn't move my hand however, as it was carefully sandwiched in another. I turned slowly. Keanne was sitting by my side, his head resting on the side of the bed, my hand carefully held in both of his."Keanne?" My voice felt different, sounded different, a lot weaker.I closed my eyes tight, then turned to him once more. He was stirring, his brows creased, and he slowly looked up to me."Keanne."He watched me for the longest time, his eyes blank, before he slowly lowered them. "You...you lied to me."I closed my eyes tight. "Keanne.""You said I didn't need to come there. You said you would be fine. That you would call me. You said all of those and then you end up...like this? Battered? Bruised? You end like..."He trailed off, anger seeping into his voice, his hands shaking lightly. "How could you do this to me? What if I didn't come there? What of
I sat back, watching Keanne. He seemed rather oblivious as he drank a bit of his wine, his fingers pushing his hair back."You...what are you going to do?"He looked at me, and it felt suddenly too warm. "About what?"He dropped his cup and turned his attentions to me."Well. About the dark omega. It is lingering around you."He smiled. "Are you scared?""For you, yes. Until when will you be able to simply ignore them? Until when till you can't take hiding anymore?"He pursed his lips, then sighed. "She started calling me when I turned eighteen. At first, I didn't know who it was, but...""Wait."He looked up, his right brow raising. "Yes?""She is alive?""Of course, she is. What were you expecting?""I don't know. You said she was sacrificed. I thought...""Mother gave birth and abandoned the baby with the dark Omegas to do as they please, Cora. They obviously chose to raise her as one of their own."He slowly stood up, his eyes darting to mine. Before I could speak, he gestured upw
KEANNEI closed the door gently, my eyes catching a glimpse of Cora's sleeping figure till the very last minute the door cut off my vision of her.I gave a small sigh, my hand coming to cup my forehead. I felt all of the weight I tried to push away before in front of her come back to me now. I had started to descend the stairs to take a glass when I suddenly felt it.I turned back. The door was still locked, the way I had left it. My brows furrowed as I turned away, then took one more step away from the door.The scent hit me even stronger, and this time my wolf almost went crazy. I grabbed the stairs railing, my heart clenching tight."Who are you?" My voice was way calmer than I felt, my chest lightly heaving. But I am not about to leave Cora's room when I could feel something like that.Silence met me, and I swallowed, then retraced my step, my eyes squinting. I hate that these dark omegas are so shadowy that it was even more plausible to miss them that it was to actually find them
CORAI stood in front of the mirror, my eyes thin. I had scars all over my back and shoulders, and I swallowed, my eyes closing. Keanne was asleep, the house dim, and I grabbed the robe and wore it back, my chest lightly heaving with anger.Slowly, I walked back to the room. Keanne was on the phone, and I stopped, listening. I couldn't tell what he was talking about, and I slowly went to him, then lay beside him. He gave me a small smile, then turned away.I sought his fingers, and he let me take it. For a while, we just stayed like that, till he finally got off the phone."How do you feel?"I swallowed. "Hideous.""Hideous?" He moved, his eyes meeting mine.I do sometimes wonder if this would have been the same a year ago. If he would treat me like this had he not had to wait for me. But I didn't want to think about it. Neither did I want to think about anything at all."Well. The scars are everywhere.""You will be fine," he said, kissing my forehead. "I will be here."I nodded, the
CORAI swallowed hard, my chest heaving as the Stone mansion came into view. This place has become one of the worst places to me, and I am not sure how I was able to endure it.My feet slowly started to tap on the floor of the car as we got closer, and my lips started to quiver, my hands feeling suddenly damp. My chest hurt, and I moved away, my face turning to the window so Keanne wouldn't see. The tears formed fast and hard, as the memories formed behind my eyes, my body trembling with the remains of those fear I haven't been able to let go of.Suddenly, I felt Keanne's hand slowly come over my thing, his fingers squeezing a little. I swallowed hard, my lips parting to let go of air."You will be fine. I am right here."I swallowed, then turned to him. "I just...""I know. But we will be in there quick and out just as fast, too. You won't even notice it. And I will be here the whole time."The car stopped, and he turned to me fully, his hand cupping my cheeks. I looked up to his eye
KEANNEI watched as Cora came down, her eyes lifting to mine, her petite body sandwiched between I and the car behind. I gave her a small, reassuring smile, and something passed in her eyes. I couldn't tell what it was, but I assumed it was all part of her apprehension of being around my father.I do not blame her, to be honest. How could anyone possibly do that to a woman? A woman as beautiful as Cora? I slowly moved away from her, then closed the door. I didn't let her wait too long, and I held on to her hand. She was warm, and I pushed my hand further, my fingers filling the spaces between hers. Her hands were small, but they hugged mine perfectly, and for the first time in my life, I felt home. I could let my mind imagine what it would have been like if I had a home. A home with a loving father and a mother who had not faked her death to run with the man who would later kill her.I smiled at her again, hoping the memory did not flash in my eyes. She did not deserve to see any o
CORAI stirred in bed, my eyes squinting against the early morning sun. I could vaguely hear the shower, and I gave a small, satisfied smile, then turned away, wrapping the sheets around me up to my chin. It all smelled like Keanne, and I could say I was complete.I heard the door open and close, and I turned to Keanne. He was shirtless, the towel wrapped around his waist. His hair fell in front of his eyes, and I couldn't see them. I smiled, however, resting my back on the headboard as I watched him.He was near perfect, although the scars were an indication that there was a time that he wasn't."You never told me about those scars."He stopped, then slowly dropped the towel he had been using to dry off his hair, his eyes meeting mine."Well, I..."I shrugged. "It is fine if you don't want to. We are still getting to know each other."He watched me for a long minute. "I just... want you to feel as safe as possible around me. These scars are indicative of a man that I used to be. For n