CHAPTER 7. FORGETTING HARA
RYDER
The walls of the hotel shook tremendously at her loud, endless shrieking. Her hips had just buckled and her squirts flooded the bed, like a waterfall. Her trembling hands latched mine. Her quivering lips muttered incoherent words, which had a ”please“ in the middle of them.
She'd been at it a few minutes after we began, pleading that I let go of her. But I was yet to have my fill of her.
With no heads-up, I Iifted her long legs to her head, pinning them at each side. Her pinkish asshole came into sight. It was wet from her numerous squirting. My throbbing dick went into her hole real nicely. Her shrieks increased like this was her death of her. My thrusts were quick and harder. I was venting, needing to release all my pent-up, agonizing emotions.
Her hand continuously slapped at her asshole, and her head was thrown back. Gritting her teeth with so much force was the only way she could tone down her shrieks.
Gotten enough of her, I let her go.
Having no desire to continue this half-assed humping, I jerked off the bed like I was trying to keep away from some disgusting shit.
My dick was alive and throbbing, I had no release, as usual. This was yet another failed attempt at getting a release.
She was squirmed in a corner, sobbing and rubbing at her sore pussy.
I headed to the bathroom. Before shutting the bathroom door, and without sparing her a glance, I said, “Don't be here when I get out!“
My tone was brash. Not the nicest way for someone who almost had her pussy marred. But it was the only tone I've had going for a long while now.
With the cold water gracing my skin, my eyes shut at my slouching posture.
Deep down, the feeling still lingered, spiraling. That taunting loneliness.
It was still hovering over the pillars of my heart. I felt defeated. What do I have to do to get rid of it?!
It's been a month and a half since my 'delusional night' at Red Moon pack. It hurts me to call it that, but as time passed and the chances of seeing Hara zeroed up on me, I had to admit that it was all that night was - a rare case of me, being delusional.
Hara existed, still exists, but she was not mine. Days after days, I repeated that to myself, hoping that soon, it would sink in and rid me of the million emotions that were birthed within me at her scent that night.
But that wasn't the case. Repeating those words -that she wasn't mine- broke me anew every time I said them. I was fucked up inside out and it was all thanks to one night.
It's stupidly ironic that in all my grace, in all my glory, all it took to bring me to ruins was just one night, one girl, a scent.
I've had it bad after my return from the mate-hunt. After the Red Moon pack, I kicked against continuing the mate hunt. What was the point?
I lost enthusiasm for everything I use to be so valiant at. It was like the sun had set inside of me, refusing to ever rise again.
At least, I still managed through the days, unlike Red. My poor wolf, Goddess help me if I lose him to this.
He'd been miserably quiet ever since that night. Most times, I dread that he's dead, then I feel his fur brushing against the walls of my mind.
I know he's fighting to get through this but I just wished he fights a little harder. Would have been easier on us if either one of us was having it better than the other. Too bad we're both wrecks.
When I got out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, she was gone. My eyes squinted at the red thing hanging loosely on the door knob.
Having it in my grip, I got a brief sniff of it. It was hers, the bitch who just left. How frightened was she that she left this behind? My guess was, that she was leaving in a distorted, hysterical manner and couldn't spare a second to grab it when it hung to the doorknob. It was the only perfect scenario for it.
The door opened as if to counter my thoughts. Jason was standing on the threshold, dressed in his usual all-black attire. His akimbo stance slightly lifted the hem of his top, revealing the hilt of his dagger. It wasn't just any dagger, but one peculiar to the Betas of my pack.
His sly smile perked up my nerves and I was quick to get to my defense.
“She left it behind,“ I snorted, hating whatever nasty thoughts he was having about the awkward situation.
“On purpose or not?“ He asked as he walked in, firmly shutting the door.
I took out my briefs and quickly put them on, letting the towel fall.
Turning to him, I asked. “Why would she leave it behind on purpose?“
He shrugged. The dude was amused like he was watching his favorite comedy show. “I don't know. Perhaps, she had the time of her life and thought to leave behind something you'd remember her with?“
I shook my head in a scoff. The roughly twenty minutes she had with me was certainly the worst time of her life. Her endless shrieks said it all.
“I bet you saw her leaving,“
”Yeah, at the lounge…“
“Did she seem like she had the time of her life?“ I asked. My back was now to him. Gently, I slid on a grey long-sleeved Henley and denim pants to go with. His voice came after I'd run a towel through my dripping wet hair.
“I had just a glimpse of her, but I thought I saw her leaping. Yeah, it was weird,“ He chuckled confusedly.
With my back to him, he couldn't see the smug smile that perched at the corner of my lips. ”Was she?“
“Yeah, a matter of fact, she was. You didn't notice it?“
“Well, I don't remember her leaping when she came in,“ I replied innocently. The dude was yet to get the gist. It was somewhat funny seeing him wallow in confusion.
“Right. I remember she was okay when I escorted her here. So why the hell was she leaping afterward?“
He was thinking real hard with a finger tapping repeatedly on his lower lips. But almost immediately, his eyes shone in realization and he looked up at me. “It was you! Damn, it was you. Stupid of me to have given it such long thoughts when it was very obvious,“
“Real stupid,“
“Don't make this about me, man, 'cause it isn't. This is about you and your crude ways with these bitches!“
“Crude is a strong word, Jason. And what's wrong with having a hardcore humping?“
“Hardcore, my ass. This is like the, what, twentieth bitch you've fucked since we came here? And you did the same thing over and over. You flat-out destroy their pussies!“
“Then stop bringing them to me, dude! I'm a wreck and you know it.“
“You've been a wreck far too long, man. You got to put an end to it,“
I sighed. “You make it sound pretty simple, but it's not. This is way too complicated,“
”It is simple, Ryder. You just got to see this whole thing as what it is,“
“And what's that?“
“Hara never happened. It was all a one-night twist.“
“Tell that to my mind, my heart, and every nerve inside of me that keeps calling out to her!” My outburst was uncalled for but when it has to do with Hara, this is how I get - worked up, furious, broken.
“C'mon, man…”
“You got no idea how hellish this past month has been. Red's broken. Father keeps breathing down my neck about my impending responsibilities. I'm on the verge of losing my mind!“
“I understand, Ryder, I do. That's why I thought if you had a good amount of humping, you'd get Hara out of your system. Too bad it didn't work out,“ He came to stand beside me, not too close but not so far either.
“How do I win against this deafening loneliness that's threatening to shut me down? Tell me how. That's all I need,“ I was being pathetic, but I couldn't help it.
“I got you man, always. But right now, I'm not sure how to help you anymore. You have to get through this on your own, I'm afraid.“
We were quiet, just our breaths were heard. Watching the trees outside the window lose their leaves was somewhat refreshing.
It was Fall. The gardens wouldn't have so many leaves on them anymore. Would she still love to visit them regardless of the seasons? I wondered.
“Alpha Prince!“ I was snapped out of my reverie by the forcefulness in his voice.
“Jason, sorry. I was uh…“ no way was I gonna admit it was Hara on my mind again, even though he could pretty much guess it right.
“You don't owe me an explanation nor an apology, Alpha Prince. I was just letting you know that your Father, the Alpha King, awaits your return,“ Jason said with his head bowed.
My brows creased at his sudden formality. Jason and I were past the master-servant stage. Our bond has grown into something a little friendship-like. My point is, with just the two of us, he was freed of these formalities and could speak casually with me. Except…it was a royal order!
I turned sharply and there was one more person in the room. His head was bowed but he had the attire of my warlords' senior trainees of our pack. A rookie trainee would never carry out a royal order! I nodded, waving him off. He left.
“Today's the end of your vacation, Ryder. You can't hide out here forever,“ Jason began, right after the messenger left.
“I don't plan on. Get our things ready. I'll meet you outside.“
With Jason gone, I was left to recollect my thoughts, and put some closure on this, for myself and the future of my pack.
The incessant humping these past two weeks had me almost forgetting why I was here in the first place.
Father had gotten tired of my pathetic acts since our return from Hara's pack. He was at his wits' end and after much consultation with his trusted advisers, he sent me off on this two-week trip.
His last words on my day of departure still live rent-free in my head.
He was furious like a wounded beast. His tone was venomous, ready to strike.
“Right now, I'm sending off a maniac who's got a striking resemblance with my son. But when you return, you must return as Ryder, my son! The greatest warlord the werewolf kingdoms has ever known. Not another mention of Hara in this house. She's a myth and must be forgotten!“
Red had whimpered at father's words and that was the last time I heard him make any sounds.
In a few minutes, I had to return to the Ryder everyone used to know. I had to pretend I was okay. I had to look convincing that I was over Hara.
I checked out of the hotel and had my sunglasses on, shielding me from the sun's rays.
I got into the car, which had just Jason and the driver, and a guard.
“Drive.“ I ordered.
I had one last, quick thought of Hara. Just this last time. When I get back home, she'd be history. Forgotten.