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
In less than an hour, Kiara walked back to Zique’s room, fully dressed. “I’m ready.”Zique who sat with his head in his hands looked up at her, forcing a smile. “Alright, I’ll go take a shower and get ready too.”He stood to his feet, kissing her forehead before walking out of the room. His actions were worrisome, she could see the quiver behind his smiles, the indecisiveness in his eyes and even though he was trying so hard to hide it, she could see the sadness that now resided across his face.Was there something he wasn’t telling her?He said it’d be okay, was he lying?Kiara knew she should believe him, but she just couldn’t. His words were so different from his actions...to her, it didn’t seem like it was going to be okay, but...but what could she do about it?She was so useless in everything she did...there was no way she could protect him, nothing she could do to save him. She felt so impotent...Sitting down on the rumpled sheets, she fumbled her knee-length floral dress. She
"Hold my hand."Kiara shook her head at Zique as they walked through the lonely forest. "No, you didn't put me down when I asked you to.""Petty..." Zique murmured out."I'm not...""You are if you're mad because I lifted you.""I'm not mad because of that.""Why are you mad then?""B-Because you really did put me down.""And...? Isn't that what you wanted?"Kiara shook her head. "Lift me up again.""So you can bite me again? I don't think so.""I didn't bite you.""Right, you didn't bite me...according to you, you were giving me a hickey, huh?""Hickey...?" Kiara innocently questioned. "What's that?""They're those marks I leave on your inner thigh and on your breas—""Zique! Y-You...why would I give you one of those?"Zique shrugged. "Payback?" He stopped, stooping in front of her. "Still want to be lifted? I'll give you permission to bite me again.""No, not anymore.""Come on, we've got a long way ahead.""You said this was a short cut.""I lied.""You lied? Then about the test...