Pinned to the bed, I found myself in a pickle.
"Alijah?" I mumbled, trying to get a grip on what was happening.
He held me down with one hand, slipping his other down into my shorts. A gasp left my mouth as he caressed my vulva with his fingers. Even though the night was cold, his touch was too warm for me. He hadn't forgotten my attempt to tease him earlier.
"So... How will you show me you're the boss? Did you think I forgot?" Thanks to everything we did earlier, my wolf easily slid his fingers into my walls.
It wasn't fair how he always knew which buttons to press, leaving me a mess.
"Wait..." I tried to hold my voice.
His grip was relentless, and there was no escaping it.
"I waited six thousand years to meet you. There's no more waiting for me, love." My wolf huffed.
I could barely form words thanks to his treatment. He was being so rough with me, yet it didn't bother me at all.
"Alijah, I—" I tried to apologize, only to stop for a mewl to leave instead.
He had found a sweet spot for me, focusing caresses there, making me melt right where I was. Even though I should've felt numb after all we did today, he always made me feel again.
"So... were you planning on blindfolding and marking me again?" he asked, snickering.
To be honest, I would probably blindfold and cuff you if I could, but you'll break out as soon as I try.
Thankfully, compared to this morning, he appeared fine. The wolfsbane was gone entirely from his system, or it wasn't hampering him. That made it a no-brainer that I could never overpower him in his current state.
"No, I just..." I trailed off, feeling him pull his fingers out of my depths.
A second later, he took off my pants and underwear, too.
"Just?" he urged me to continue, using his free hand to separate my legs before tracing it on my bum.
"I wanted to tease you, too." I whimpered, jittery at everything he did..
He chuckled, releasing me from his grip as he clasped my hips. "You wanted to tease me? Hah, you're too young for that."
"It's possible! You're only twenty-three yourself." I countered, glancing back at him.
There, I saw his eyes widen before he shook his head.
"Silly girl, I was sent there when I was twenty-three. That was six thousand years ago, love." He clarified, pressing his heat against my entrance.
A small gasp left me feeling his tip slip into me. I didn't notice when he loosened his pants. Even though I wanted him, I couldn't let this go. I would let him know everything I felt. Otherwise, Midnight might make him angrier if she ratted me out again.
"But life stopped for you. So, all those years don't count." I breathed as my core warmed up because of him.
Alijah tilted his head, utterly bewildered by what I had said, yet his lips held a soft smile.
"They don't?" he mumbled.
I grabbed onto my shirt, feeling a pang in my chest. The thoughts that were forming in my mind weren't pleasant ones. Luckily, he loosened his grip on my hips, allowing me to turn to face him.
"To be truthful, life probably stopped when Edna came into your life." I sighed.
It isn't fair at all what happened to you.
"What?" Alijah leaned toward me.
"The moment Lilith met you, she was probably trying to mold you to her liking. So, you never really lived anything real." I bit my lip, trying to hold in the rage that wanted to burst out.
Every word the elf said set my heart into a fiery inferno—one that her blood would only quench.
Why did I... forget them? Ah... because it's easier if it's that than Alijah loving her either way.
I was such a fool. Because of my insecurities, I was about to let this poor boy continue to get hurt. He had suffered enough. There was no forgiving them for what they had done.
Wait... Does that mean that the Lycans stop her plans by killing Lilith? Or... is there something else at play?
I felt like I was missing so much that I didn't know what to do anymore.
"Rem..." Alijah cupped my cheek.
I ruined the mood, but I also needed to know what I was missing. Midnight had said something about a note that appeared important to him, which let her know that Edna was indeed part of why he was imprisoned.
Was it to make him a hateful being like Edna? Or had the book predicted something that Edna wanted to accomplish in the future? What am I missing? Everything's so infuriating. Nothing made sense. What does Edna want with Alijah?
Ultimately, it didn't matter why the witch wanted him to be full of hate or a pawn for the book.
It's all unforgivable.
Having him suffer like that was reprehensible and punishable by death in my eyes.
Heh... Maybe I'm Fenrir after all.
I would cause a war to take Edna out for everything she did, just thinking about how it happened.
How much pain you must've endured to be where you are now?
It made me want to murder them.
All of them. They all deserve death, without the chance of rebirth—total oblivion.
Good girl. You're getting what I can offer you. Midnight's voice echoed in my mind.
"It's frustrating. I wish... I wish I had been born sooner. If Fenrir really did make me for you, he should've made me sooner!" I growled.
Alijah pulled himself up to meet my lips before pushing me back onto the bed.
"No... don't say that if you were born in my era. You would've been a slave or worse." He lightly kissed me again, tugging away from me, wincing. "Hybrids were a pest that needed to be extinguished. Not that I understood why they were. Nor do I see you like that."
"But what if I were born a different race?" I argued, reaching to touch my wolf's cheek.
He bit his lip, knowing that back then, nothing would've mattered.
"Nothing other than another pure-bred Lycan would've made the elders happy, and the thought of them doing anything to you back then. I would've destroyed this world." Alijah sighed, shivering where he was.
It didn't stop my desire to erase all the pain he felt. Noticing I was displeased by how things had turned out, he softly caressed my cheek.
"Plus, you wouldn't have been you unless you were born in your era, even if we were gods in our past life. I fell for you before any of that came to be. So don't think like that. At least we're together now and will be for eternity." He reassured me with a soft smile.
I couldn't accept it. However, I couldn't change history.
"But—" I tried to argue.
He stopped me with a kiss that would leave me breathless. The way his tongue pushed on mine left me mewling under him. Tugging away from me, a smirk rose on his lips, and he nuzzled my nose with his.
Ah… How could that elf do that to you? How could anyone do that to you? This world was cruel.
"My love, I'm glad you were born in this era. Far away from all those prejudiced monsters that would've made your life a living nightmare." He murmured, pressing his lips against my forehead.
To him, all those years were worth it. After all, he survived the nightmare and met me in the end. That, however, didn't make me feel happy, yet his words made me remember the time in Azear.
Hah... When that stupid guard punched me like I was nothing, it wasn't perfect in this era either.
If this wolf ever found out about that incident, he probably would've destroyed the village. Even though he was deadly, his cheeks were so warm in my hands. Everything about him radiated affection and care.
How could the people of old do that to you? Just how...
"Everything's a mess now, too." I sighed, trying to make my wolf realize it wasn't perfect, yet he chuckled in response.
By the gods, I love hearing your laugh, too.
"A mess that feels like paradise since you're here, safe and with me. Fenrir couldn't have chosen a better time to be reborn." He simpered, leaning to kiss me again.
It was short as he drew away with glossy lips, thanks to my saliva.
"It makes everything I survived worth it. I'm glad I didn't give up on life even if I wanted to destroy it then." He continued to woo me.
His ears were fully concentrated on me as his tail wagged slightly. I couldn't help but believe his words.
"You really are wonderful." I leaned into him, dragging my tongue on his lips.
His eyes were glowing lightly when I tugged away.
"But I hate Lilith for what she tried to do to you. I'll never forgive her." I huffed, unable to hold this feeling that was building within me.
I wanted to kill her even though there wasn't an ounce of curse showing on my body. A soft, gentle smile came to Alijah's lips, kissing my forehead. Even though his lovemaking was always so rough and wild, when he showed me affection, it was the gentlest touch I had ever felt.
"I was always so full of hate before I met you, Rem. I thought it would overwhelm me and make me go crazy. I think I did for a bit," he breathed, trailing his fingers down my cheek.
"But then I had these daydreams of an adorable little girl. She wouldn't leave me alone, no matter how often I tried to push her away. I never thought she would suddenly become irreplaceable in my life." My wolf confessed with the gentlest smile on his lips.
This was glorious for my eyes.
"Alijah," I breathed, feeling every word he was saying.
He wasn't done, though.
"I always thought that little luma was a figment of my imagination. After all, I could never remember her face or name. I even tried to think it might've been Lilith. Then again, you never told me your name to begin with. Isn't that right, little dove?" He chuckled, picturing those moments with better clarity.
So, everything is real. I'm not crazy. Our love's true.
"I didn't," I answered honestly.
Upon hearing me, a smile curved on his lips as his gaze was tender. In an instant, I was smitten by him. Everything I saw left me wanting more of those expressions that were gushing out of him.
"Do you want to know why I called you that?" He asked.
I nodded slightly, wanting to know everything.
"When I stared at you, it was like a light was being shone on my face. You were the purest thing I had ever laid eyes on. Back then, doves were used to declare peace, and you, Rem, are my harmony." He professed, snapping something within me.
Unable to take it, I tugged myself to clash my lips with his.
By the gods, how much do I love this Lycan? You're my everything, too!
For a moment, we made out as our tongues tangled with one another. Pulled up my shirt, while our kiss raged on, he fondled my breast, leaving my skin feeling ecstatic. Saliva dripped down our chins as he tugged away, licking his lips, chuckling.
"Alijah... you're breaking me," I whispered, feeling hot and flustered.
He smiled, leaning into my ear. "And remember that flower I picked for you?"
He wanted to shatter me while making sure I knew everything. There would be no more misunderstandings between us.
"The white gardenia," I mumbled, feeling my heart flutter.
He smirked, playfully placing his thumb on my lips.
"I knew what it meant, love. I lived in the elven territory of Allora for two years. What do you expect, silly girl?" he chuckled, tracing his fingers down my jawline.
Ah, am I melting, or is it just me?
"You are and will always be my gardenia. It's the purest feeling I'll ever have," Alijah confessed, leaving my heart a thundering mess.
This wolf was too precious to me. The emotions swirling within me were too much to contain, yet…
"Is it?" I asked shyly.
My cheeks were probably redder than blood itself.
"Yes, it is, and your silly thought of that cloth I used to wear before I cut my hair. I got it from a village after I escaped, not Lilith." He informed, gazing at me with an eyebrow raised.
I felt awkward because of it. It was always just me making things up.
Why... did I never ask him?
"Oh..." I fumbled around in my thoughts as the realization that he had read my journal came to mind.
"Wait, you read—" I started, only to feel his lips on mine later.
Again, he left me incapable of saying a word as he tugged away, chuckling. He lightly pecked me before parting away, biting his bottom lip.
"I find it funny that I felt star-struck that night I met you. It made me hesitate to kill you or hurt you in this case. I don't think I would've killed you successfully back then, either. I completely underestimated the luma that stood in front of me." Alijah continued to cackle.
I huffed, lightly pulling myself to meet his lips to silence him. It was unfair that he changed the subject.
"And you can now?" I asked playfully.
Well, it's not like it matters that you read my journals.
I had written them for him in a way. He shook his head, pinning my hands next to me before intertwining them with his.
"I wouldn't even dream of it," Alijah answered.
I lifted myself to lick his lip, "How about you touch me more? You left me aching earlier."
Without letting him speak, I wrapped my legs around his hips—a nervous chuckle released from his lips.
"I will, but after I tell you a few more things, so that you know everything from my perspective, " he promised.
I couldn't help but frown a bit. My heart could barely handle any more, to be honest.
Do you want me to burst into a flurry of emotions?
"Okay," I grumbled, puffing my cheeks.
His thumb brushed against my lips, taking the chance to rub his member against my vulva. There was only so much teasing I could take before I tackled him into bed. Though he quickly stopped, mumbling something I didn't quite catch.
"Hey, Rem... don't hate Lilith or Edna. Be the light that will always outshine the hatred I have within me." He breathed, eyes shimmering brightly.
They were almost mesmerizing to look at.
"Alijah..." I mumbled, unable to find the words to argue back.
The way he looked at me ate them all up.
"I love you. I think I have since I met you. Even though I tried to fight it so hard, it was terrifying." He confessed, biting his lip before gazing to the side.
This wolf wasn't done, since he would make sure I knew everything from his point of view.