Faye's Point of View.
Damion's transformation, I know I've seen this before, back in the villa of uncle Lowell and auntie Fatima. However, still, I find myself in awe watching him shift. He was beautiful when he shifted, beautiful and pleasing to the eyes, unlike the usual werewolf, I've seen shift before my eyes.
Exactly how it happened back then, it's kind of repeating right now, and I'm seeing it before my eyes. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO?!
One thing's for sure… this is beyond stupefying.
From his hot topless physique, all his silver furs appear to cover all parts of his body while Damion screams in pain. But what's so painful about wolfing out? I mean, it's part of our natural things to do as a werewolf, how can't he do it properly?
It's as if this was his first time feeling the heat, burn, and almost rip apart a body in two.
I caressed his cheeks… he started tearing up. I felt the ache in my heart too.
At this rate, I'm pretty sure I know nothing about how he feels right now. But yes, I'm claiming him today.
As I caressed his cheeks, my lips sailed over his face… nose, eyes, and lips— as gently as possible.
Grunting Damion stared at my ocean eyes with lust and despair at the same time. I wonder why is there despair living in it. Those eyes…
"What are you doing?" he asked in pain. "This isn't what I needed today."
Bravely I responded. "What if it is but you're lying to yourself?"
Damion finally wolfed out, successfully. He releases the pain through a long and loud shout. I saw his silver wolf eyes, trailing around my body. "Who are you to decide what I feel?"
"Then why did you leave me back there when I was busy talking with Ralph?"
"It was in the sentence you just mentioned. You were busy," Damion breathed rapidly as his emotions couldn't calm down.
"And what does it have to do with your sudden disappearance, eh?" I asked, raising my brow, and crossing my arms. He knows I’m teasing him to confess, he knows it.
Without further ado, I didn't let him talk and claimed his lips.
It was like I was trying to intrude on his virgin lips because he wouldn't open them as soon as they met mine. I can feel the burning heat all over me, the lust it’s releasing is not containable, I have to make love with my mate. But what’s the point of refusing to do it with me!?
I have to have sex with my mate, or these liquids about blow out in my opening will explode and release toxins. Fuck, Damion…
“Why?” I asked in desperation, almost in a whisper. “Is there someone else bothering you? Why won’t you get inside me? Why aren’t you dying to mate with me like others do?”
Damion gripped my neck but not too tight. He managed to turn the grip into a soft caress, making me feel the lust even more. The fucking heat I’ve been avoiding feeling around him.
My mouth was unlatched, and now the air has its way to going out. I moaned as he stroke his thumb to my lower lip.
Damion leaned to my ears. “I’m perplexed. Don’t make me decide as soon as you asked. I still don’t know why I’m stuck in the middle.” As he speaks, his breaths escape my neck. Now damn it!
“What’s stopping you? It’s not a sin to mate with your mate, Damion.”
Damion’s fur brushed with my skin, and liquids continue to drop down there as our bodies went closer and closer.
“I can’t do this. I’m sorry,” Damion said.
Finally, he succeeded in going away. His physique is slowly shrinking to my eyes as he runs away from me. I was about to claim him and accept the fate that has been given to me of having a life mate. A lifemate that almost ends my life.
I was ready to accept him… but why am I turned down this way? Getting on my knees, rapid breathing escape my mouth. I was shaking my head and hoping this never happened… ‘cause THIS WAS EMBARASSING!
How will I be able to face him, then? If he runs, then he shouldn’t come back! Urgh… But what if he comes back and makes me look like a rug who was turned down to have sex with someone she LIKES the most? Aish!
“This is beyond embarrassing…” I said covering my face, almost above a whisper.
As my hands cover my face, I didn’t realize, tears started to stream.
“What is this? O-oh… it becomes a sob.”
I don’t know how I feel right now. I know all of this doesn’t affect me, but why the tears? Where is all of this coming from? Am I starting to look like shit now OVER a man?
“It’s okay. That’s what you call a heartbreak, lady.”
I was surprised, I jolted and look for the man who spoke. “R-Ralph… oh jeez, this is embarrassing. I’m sorry you had to see me like this,” I said wiping the faucet tears that I think are not yet done from falling.
Ralph sat beside me. I saw his clenching fist, and he saw me looking at it so he immediately hide using his other hand. “Like you, it’s embarrassing for someone to see my fist clenching because I was… uhh never mind. It shouldn’t be discussed, anyway.”
I looked at him, confused. “Why it shouldn’t? I can make a good listener, Ralph.”
Ralph turned his gaze upon me. Those dark eyes he had is simply intriguing me inside. It was so sad, feels like he’s been drowning over the past years and when he’s now able to swim he was banned from the destination that he’s been fantasizing about all these years.
What? Did I just… am I able to read him now? At least his emotions, I mean.
“H-hey, speak… You know, it’s awkward to be in this situation, huh?” I said while laughing in the middle of every sentence.
“I like you, Faye.”
My eyes widened.
He just said it with his eyes open, looking directly at my eyes. I can see it sparkling and hurting at the same time. “...but I know your heart has its owner already.”
I looked away. “Who’s the owner?” I asked. Even though I had a hint about whom he was referring to, I still wish it was a different man.
“Damion.”
I chuckled.
“Let’s stop talking about him. He’s a nut, he drives me nuts. I hate him in all aspects,” I said, now biting my lower lip to— to what?! To stop me from crying? Wow.
“If you continue to refuse, you’ll drown yourself in love. You never know, you might not be able to ask for help soon, and maybe no one will have the capacity to save you from drowning if you lock yourself at the bottom of the sea.”
Ralph was seriously hurt emotionally. I can feel it just by looking at his dark eyes. I smiled and tapped his shoulder.
“You keep on comparing things to a sea. Have you been drowned before?” I asked. Now, he started to chortle even though the evidence of his pain is still embedded.
“You don’t ask.”
“Well, I am now. See? That’s how much I was interested in knowing you more,” I replied smiling because he attracted me like a magnet when he chortled. But now, his smile was gone. Oh wait, did I steal it?!
“You’re giving me false hopes,” he said.
“You’re assuming it was, that’s why it hurts like that,” I said.
Wait… am I to offending? Holy gracious cow…
“Oh well, I’m sorry!” He didn’t respond and smiled at me to his ears. “Now, that’s what you call a smile!”
Then his chortle before now breaks. He was cracking over petty things, and every word I say makes him laugh to his lungs.
It’s comfortable to have time with him, it was truly a new record set. Gwen’s the only friend I have, and the only one who knows my personality and identity. I’ve never made a friend with any guys in our university ‘cause my father forbids me.
Father took me away from our pack so I knew only a little about werewolves, so I haven’t made a werewolf confidant. A companion with the same identity that could understand everything about my behavior without any explanation. Sometimes, being quiet means rest to me.
It’s great to know him better.
We’ve decided to go back to the mini hut that Ralph made whilst I was out, chasing Damion. Holy crap. The fact that it slipped into my mind makes me want to puke. It’s disgusting I’ve been that shit.
“Have you been in this forest before?” I asked while Ralph is plucking from the mangroves with a rare kind of fruit.
“Am I too obvious?” asked Ralph.
“Hell. Of course, you are! Only stupid humans will not get the hint,” I said, chuckling. Now I’m eating what he just plucked. “Whoa, surprisingly, it’s tasty! What is this called?” I asked.
“It’s what you call a fruit that a piece of shit gave to a slut like you.”
I was shocked and almost dropped my fruit.
“D-Damion?”
“Now, you finally recognize me. Have you been out all night in that wild area of the forest?” he asked.
“Why do you care?” I asked, raising my brow.
I was ready to have a fistfight with Damion! He’d been so nosy and an itch in this tragedy we’ve been on.
Damion glared at Ralph and tried to snatch me from him, but Ralph is a fighter, he made me stare at him in awe…
“Three words only. Don’t. you. dare.”