Kiara climbed on top of Zique, her knees sinking into the soft mattress as she spoke “W-What now?”Zique smirked, his face almost buried in her bosom as he looked up at her. “You hold it like this...” He grabbed her hand, loosely closing it around his shaft. “And then you put it exactly where you want it.”Kiara’s hand hesitantly tightened around the hard flesh, her face as red as blood as she guided it towards her entrance. She was embarrassed, the fact that she was begging him to mate her was embarrassing enough and now he wanted her to do it herself.In deep diffidence, she buried her head in the crook of his neck, not wanting him to see her do something as desperate as this...and then she slowly slid down on his shaft, drawling a moan as she did so.Zique groaned beneath her, his hand latching onto her hips. “How about you be my cowgirl now...ride me...do whatever it is you want.”Kiara raised her head to look at him, totally confused. “B-But I’m no—”“You just have to move your

After that, days passed by and Kiara’s life took a turn, not a bad one, but one she’d definitely consider good. She wasn’t sure if this was what people called happiness, but every time she looked at him her heart would grow light.Like now...her heart kept fluttering like the wings of a bird as she watched him sleep. He was perfect; his physical features as well as his golden heart.He did nothing that could hurt her, considering that most of her days were spent by his side. Every night she fell asleep in his arms and woke up to those beautiful obsidian eyes observing her, but it was different today...for she woke up before he did.He was probably tired, he left her in Damion’s care pretty late last night and left with Gabe claiming that he had something to deal with at the pack borders. When he came back, he was naked and small dots of blood were splattered over his chest.‘Rogues...’ he had told her when she asked. ‘Rogues crossed the pack borders.’Kiara didn’t really understand bu

Kiara nodded. “I won’t...so give me freedom...take these invisible shackles off my hand. I want to go outside without having to worry that you’ll get mad. That’s all I’m asking for, I won’t run away...I promise.”Zique shook his head. “That’s asking for too much...”“Really? T-Too much?” Kiara shoved away from him, and instead of her face, he was now facing her back. “I wish...I wish I’d hate you.”“Kiara...” Kiara didn’t answer, if she did he'd hear the break in her voice. “You can always tell me where you want to go... I’ll take you.”“A-And what if you’re not here? Should I ask Damion? Should I ask Gabe?”“Kiara you...”“You know...” Kiara started, wiping her teary eyes. “As a child, I’ve always wanted to grow up...to be able to do the things that father told me I couldn’t. But even when I was five I was able to push my boundaries, but with you...I can’t...and I hate it...”Zique sighed, shuffling closer to her. “What’s wrong with you now...? We were doing okay, it was working...”

After calming down, Zique walked downstairs in search of Kiara. He knew she’d still be mad at him, even if he explained himself she wouldn’t be pleased. He had to find a way to trust her as well as the words that came out of her mouthShe told him she wouldn’t leave, but believing was the problem. Sighing, he shoved his hands into his pockets and headed towards the living room. What could he possibly say to get her to look at him the same way she use to?A gaze without fear...A gaze not diluted by hate...What could he do for her to like him again?He could apologize, but would that even work?He left a bruise around her wrist and probably one around her heart too...Damn! He was conflicted...what if he apologized and she still wouldn’t speak to him?What if he held her and she pulled away?It would without a doubt scar his pride for life, but this wasn’t a matter of pride...it was a matter of getting her right back into his arms.Stepping through the entrance of his living room, he

He didn't come, no matter how long Kiara laid and watched the door, he didn't walk through it. The heat was still tearing away at her heart, burning straight pass the surface of her soul. She could prominently feel it...how high the flames burnt and just how painful they were.It's only been a couple of hours and she missed him already...his presence, his voice, his touch. His scent was as strong as always, soaring through her senses and making her heart ache even more. The house was quiet, too quiet, much like the dungeon had been.She had gotten use to always having someone by her side. Whether it be Zique, Gabe or Damion, there was always somebody to speak to her, and now that no one was here...she felt lonelier than she'd ever felt.Sighing, she sat up...her eyes shifting away from the door. She was the one who chose to lock herself away from him...and now she was waiting for him to come to her...Pitiful...she shouldn't be like this, she should stick to her words...But how could

Zique's obsidian eyes widened. "W-What date is today?" Damion took out his phone, looking down at it. "It's the twenty fifth..." "The...The...The twenty fifth?" Zique breaths shortened, his hands clenching by his sides. "The twenty fifth?" "What?" Damion asked. "Is it...it couldn't really be today...is it?" Gabe shook his head, shifting in his seat. "No, it's the twenty seventh...two days. We have...no he has two days." "Two days left for what?" Kiara asked. "Two days left to live." "What do y...what do you mean?" Her eyes shifted over to Zique not missing the horrified look on his face. "What a-are you guys saying?" "His curse Kiara...he's cursed remember...?" "But I-I...I didn't know he was cursed to die." "Well now you do..." Gabe looked away from her. "I'm leaving...card doesn't sound fun anymore." "B-B-But wai—" Zique stood from his seat. "I'll go with you...Damion you stay with Kiara...I'll be back in a minute." Zique walked pass Kiara on his way out of the living ro

“To whom do I owe this pleasure? Why are you here on my lands Nathaniel?”The old man glared at him. “Funny of you to ask me that when you had welcomed my daughter with open arms.”“Listen old man, I’m not in the mood for this. I have somewhere to be...if it’s really important, come back tomorrow I’ll welcome you then.”“Old man?! I barely made it 40 a week ago, I’m not old and whether you have time or not, you’ll listen to what I have to say...not tomorrow; now.”Zique rose an eyebrow at him, arms folding across his chest. “A challenge...? My pride keeps telling me to walk away and leave you, your daughter and that idiot sitting at the edge of the f*cking tree here...but I guess it’s better to get this over with. Speak.”“Good choice. My daughter...I really don’t know what she saw in you, but since you took her virginity...you shall complete the rest of the process.”“Her virginity? If your daughter was a virgin, I was one too.” Zique held up his pinky, pointing to the crease at the

“It doesn’t matter if it suits me. Whether I like it or not... it’s my fate, so tell me.”Jacob’s walking stick trembled as he stood to his feet. “I’m sorry son, but the fate I saw is not a pretty one. I saw a large puddle of blood and you were laying in it.”“W-What?” The crack in Zique’s voice was so blatant that anybody could hear it from afar. “Blood? Was it the curse? How did I die?”“I don’t know, son...but I do know that the heir you’re so desperate for is nowhere in your future. You’re a strong alpha, I thought you’d have survived this...I was sure you would.”“But I...I love her! And she...she seem to have some feelings for me too.”“Well it seems the feelings both of you acquired wasn’t enough to break the curse. I’m sorry son.”He turned to walk away, but Zique grabbed his shoulder. “Can the future not change? I want to live, I want it to change.”“Well there are cases, but it’s rare to escape death. Still I encourage you to try, perhaps I’ll get another dream, one where yo

Zique walked through his front door, hands stuffed in his pockets. His way back home seemed much longer than his way out, but perhaps it was because he was deep in thought; buried in a thick muddle of anxiety.He was a wreck and that was something he shouldn’t be. For years he had anticipated his death, the only thing he wanted before dying was a child and it was suppose to be the same now.However, it wasn’t. He didn’t want to die, his thoughts were completely different from back then because somebody else was included in them. Kiara...he kept thinking about her despite the fact that he shouldn’t.How would she feel after his death?What would she do?He had two days left to live, he knew that the only thing he should be thinking about was an heir and yet his head was full of someone who’s love couldn’t even save him from his curse.Sighing, his steps led him further into the house and then into the living room where he heard Gabe’s and Damion’s voice.As usual, they were sitting co

Zique laid and watched as the darkness around him turned into light. He didn’t sleep, he couldn’t. There was too much on his mind; the pack and of course Kiara.He was contemplating just what to do and how to do it. It was hard, he didn’t know what or rather who to care for more. The pack or Kiara; one of the two had to get hurt depending on his decision, and that’s exactly what made it so hard for him.He had hurt Kiara so much in the past, he shouldn’t even be thinking of hurting her again, but he was an alpha, his pack was suppose to be put even before himself.She had to be the one who got hurt...but he really didn’t want to hurt her anymore.Sighing, he turned to look at her beautifully sleeping form. She’ll probably cry more today than she did yesterday...his poor, little innocent princess...she’ll hate him.Shuffling closer, he clung to her, feeling pitiful, helpless and anxious. He loved her so much, she was the very reason why he wanted to live, to change his future and yet t