HIS SECRET II

It was past midnight, but I couldn’t sleep.

I was draped in my night robe, sitting at my window pane looking at the stars and the ever glowing moon.

I tried to push out the events of the day out of my head.

Push out Caine. I hated him, the vile words he told me. I hated him for that.

Tristan came to find me later sitting by the lake I had found. In my teary wander I came across this opening that led to the lake.

The water was so clear and the rocks were smooth. That was where I sat till Tristan came calling for me.

He made silly jokes, made me laugh and I couldn’t help but wonder why he was mateless.

My tears and sniffing had died down by then so I didn’t really know if he noticed what mess his Alpha made of me.

He invited me to the lunch Megan and asshole Caine had brought and I decided to leave with him.

When I went back to the house with him, I engaged in conversations with almost everyone and ate while avoiding Caine.

I was finally at ease when he left with a blondie who loudly greeted everyone and made Leslie grumble whenever she said hi to anyone.

Leslie told me she and Caine had a sorta thing going on. Tatiana was her name and she was Tristan’s sister and she looked the perfect fit for a person like Caine.

Tristan didn’t look all happy to see her latching on to Caine and Megan was just the mum she was to everyone at that moment.

A hidden part of me felt a tug deep when I saw her wrap her arm around him smiling at him, and I turned away.

Making up my mind, I was going to do everything to stay away from him because if he made me cry again I was going to swing my fists and dent his perfect face.

Coming back to my present situation, I sighed and wanted to do something to pass time before sleep came for me.

I carried my phone not knowing if I should go through it or play some music, so I dropped it.

Also concluding Social media and technology wouldn’t really do anything for me right now.

I needed a glass of warm milk or water. Something to calm me down.

Resolving for just water because I wanted to forgo the whole heating up the milk process, I headed downstairs.

As I passed Caine’s room I noticed his door was opened a crack.

I wanted to pay no heed as to the reason for that. So I continued my descent downstairs.

I went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water. After taking my fill I refilled it again so I wouldn’t have to come down for more again.

Heading up again, when I got closer to Caine’s room I heard grunts. I didn’t know if those were grunts of pleasure or pain, but he sure was going through it.

I knew people were into those painful sex kinda thing but this didn’t sound like it.

I wanted to go back to my room but I wanted to be sure he was fine and not being smothered even though he should be after all he had done to me in the last 48hrs.

I stooped at his door and pushed his door opened and found the door to his balcony also opened, the soft breeze blowing the curtains in.

His room was dim lit but it screamed of richness under the low light.

The moonlight was streaming in through the opened doors.

My eyes adjusted and I could see his form lying in bed.

He was topless and and lying almost curled on his side.

The sheets had ridden all the way down and I was relieved to see that he’s still wearing his pajama pants.

The muscles of his arms and shoulders were bunching. Caine Kingston was jacked. And his skin glistened in the moonlight.

His neck length curls pooled on the bed and some strands stuck to the sweat on his face. Goodness he was beautiful.

Even in the dim light I could see his body was a work of art, I couldn’t understand why he had to be a hater to me .

He grows quiet for a minute, then his grunts turned into groans quickly and he starts thrashing about again.

He was having a nightmare.

I knew first hand what the experience was and how terrifying it could be. It made this hunk of a man feel look like a scared child.

“No….. Caleb…. Stop”

Caleb?? Wasn’t that his brother?.

I’m a few feet away from him and I’m glued to my spot with a glass of water in my hand.

Then he started sobbing “Caleb…. Please no…. I don’t want to”

Oh my God he was having a nightmare about his brother, I had to wake him up a part of me didn’t want to keep seeing him in such pain, I put my glass of water on a nearby table and went straight for him.

“Caine” I tapped his shoulder, his skin was smooth and warm to my touch.

Slowly I leaned towards his ear and whispered “it’s a dream” immediately I said those words he calms down.

His body relaxes and his breathe evens out.

Okay, it was time to flee

I was about to ease myself out of the bed when he suddenly held my hand. His grip firm but soft.

“Mine” I looked at his face, he was still sleeping.

“You came for me” He mumbles

I wanted to whisper something of assurance to him but I didn’t know what to say. My head was blank but my heart filled with warmth.

This man was going to do something to me that would either be my undoing or end. I looked up to the ceiling and sighed.

I breathed in and lowered myself onto his body, he noticed my movement and pulled me closer to him.

Almost engulfing me.

I had no idea what I Was doing and why.

I heard a low breathy “you’re here” and his breathe evened out.

I’m laying on his bed with my ass pressed against his crotch and his face pressed against my hair, he breathed in my hair and murmurs something again.

My body is enveloped with warmth, My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest .While he’s fallen into a deep peaceful sleep.

I close my eyes as the warmth of his body rippled through mine, right now felt good.

It was going to hurt both of us at dawn. Because he was going to go back to being a jerk to me and I was still going to plan on leaving my hand print on his face if he made me emotional enough to cry again.

I laid with him for a while and thought about a lot of other things to distract myself from his hot breathe on my neck while his hold on me lessened.

The sensible part of me kicked in and screamed “Get out , get out now, don’t walk run”

I had spent enough minute to be able to wiggle out of his hold without him noticing.

I pry his strong arms off me and slipped out of the bed, and then I stood watching him.

He was a sight to behold, I wanted to run my hands through his silky hair and keep watching him in his relaxed state.

Wasn’t going to help me in any way, I took my glass of water and silently left him room. This time around I made sure I clicked the door shut to avoid any more interference.

I was about heading for my room when I saw Megan standing few feets away in the hallway. She looked like a goddess with her silk robe and bed hair scattered in all places. My breathe cut in my throat, This family had to be cut from Vogue.

We both stood watching each other, I was too stunned to speak, what was going to be my explanation?

I was confused and looking for the right thing to say until she smiled

“I used to do that for him, Thank you” she said softly

“It’s nothing” I breathed a sigh of relief but concerned at the same time that she just confirmed Caine was dealing with something bigger than the world saw.

“You’re his erasthai” she sighed and said out of nowhere.

Confused was an understatement, the word sounded foreign.

“Uh, what’s that”

But instead of answering me she sighed a looked ready to leave.

“We have a long day tomorrow, Halle get some rest” she shook her head a little and smiled walking away to her room.

I was his erasthai? Shrugging I headed back to my room, sleep finally getting ahold of me.

But before I gave up to the arms of sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder.

What did that mean.

Erasthai.