Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,70

knew nothing of the crimes I committed. However, with the tables turned and with the switch of his gender, I was just turned off."

Lowering his hand from my cheek, he continued.

"It made me realize that I was gay, but the option of dating a female didn't bother me. However, it was the idea of needing to open myself up to another that turned me off. Letting someone into my life full of secrets and intense desire for control wasn’t going to happen. Elizabeth was so different from when she was Elliott. The trust faded, and it was obvious her emotions turned into a fit of obsessive jealousy towards anyone who dared look my way. I figured it would never be a problem because who would possibly love me?" The spark of sadness in his last statement tugged at my heartstrings. "Besides, the only person who did cherish my existence decided it wasn't enough to save him from himself, right?"

"Dimitris," I whispered.

I wanted to say something comforting, to give some sort of emotionally wise statement that would ease his pain, but I carried a hint of guilt of my own, for my conscious actions surely triggered memories I was sure he didn't want to relive.

"When her rejection of any chance of us being together was put out there, I didn't give her the reaction she expected. Maybe she thought I'd fight for her, but I didn't have time for that bullshit. I was focused on building an empire and couldn't let anyone fuck it up. Each member of my pack was dedicating themselves to me, providing a level of loyalty no one else could. I couldn't be wasting my time with love, and deep down, she knew it. She began to become more of a hindrance, so I hired a succubus to keep her occupied. Obviously, since she was once a male, I couldn't go with an incubus. It kept her distracted. Long enough for us to come down to NYC with the intention of expanding. I assumed she wouldn't be any more of a hindrance, but I guess her desperation to be mine morphed into her attempting to hurt me."

"But she hasn't made a move against you," I voiced the obvious.

"Sure, she hasn't done anything directly to me," Dimitris agreed. "But she doesn't need to target me specifically to hurt me, Willow."

We shared a look that made his words finally click.

"I'm not a weakness to you," I voiced. "I'm just the new pack member that brought a bunch of bullshit with her."

He smirked, and suddenly he was inches from my face. His cologne danced around me while his eyes further softened and projected waves of lust.

"In this form, you're not. But then again, that Alpha energy of yours may kick me in the ass one day."

"My Alpha energy-"

He surprisingly kissed me, the pressure of those soft lips enough to make me want to press back. We fought each other until my arms were hooked around his neck and he grabbed me from my seat and moved me back on his lap.

The move made me lightly shift against his groin, and if it wasn't for his hands gripping my hips to make me stop, I would have gone on and on until he groaned through his release. He broke the kiss on purpose, his forehead pressing against mine, and the action eased the competitive energy that coursed through me moments ago.

"That," he whispered, completely breathless. "That energy that makes you want to fight me. That pulsing force that wishes for control. It's less when you’re a female, but fuck. When you're William, I can was barely think straight when you act upon it. I can feel your power, Willow. Sense what you're capable of."

I pulled back slightly to look into his expression, and for a moment, he let me see the hurt and fear in his eyes.

"You're afraid I'll take over," I whispered in shock.

"I'm afraid you'll take over, lose yourself to that very power, and leave me to watch this empire I've worked for years upon crumble." He didn't hold back in his honesty, and I appreciated it. I needed to hear the truth, and by him being honest, I could figure out where I stood in all of this.

"You realize the whole me being Alpha when I become a wolf was a joke, right?"

"I'm aware, Sweet Willow,” his voice was the softest I’d ever heard it, and this time when he kissed me, it was tender, compassionate, and loving.

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