Cain.I stare back at my full body reflection with a double mindset. While I consider getting out of the attires and robes and getting rid of any plan on appearing at the gathering, I also reconsider giving every other person who would've guessed I'm not going to come a surprise. Or perhaps, I can just get into something more casual and a bit dull for my own anniversary. The idea is crazy but not as crazy as what has been up in my life recently. But if I heard well, since Emily herself is there, then her human friend, Melanie would love to be around too. And Alpha Dani would love to do good by gracing my event with his presence as every other neighboring pack wanting to express their friendliness. It shouldn't be such a bad show. Sure, it can't. I pick a random watch from my collection after fighting the urge to pick up the hologram watch from its package. I'm still about to ask him why he sent it or if he really did. Perhaps, it would be better that I just return it to him. Fully d
Cain."Do you want to dance, Mr?" A guy asks him, coming in between us and he takes his eyes away. He stretches his hand out, indicating he accepts the invite and disappears with the blond. I regain my mental balance only when he's out of sight and that leaves me space to breathe. He didn't just indirectly say he likes me, did he? Of course, no. He dares not say that. We used to be and are nothing but rivals and childhood enemies.I spend more minutes at the party and find myself a good mate for the night. I dance with the dark eyed bald guy for a while before taking him to my room. After the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and leave the room while drying my hair with another towel. I find Damien in the room, bare with only shorts on. He readily turns to look at me after perceiving my presence and shamelessly rakes my body. His eyes glow, widely opened as if from too much excitement that it soon grows into a feeling of nervousness. That gives off a weird vibe that leaves a bad
Cain.Aunty Pam appears at my door that morning, a nylon in her hold and apart from the formal greeting, she refuses to say a word or even tell me why she's here. "Come in. " I say, making space for her already. Thankfully, I sent Damien away earlier, but not without blowing his nose. Found out the bastard had actually approached me with the intention to steal the ring. The bastard could've even killed me for it if he was harmed. I close the door after her and turn to her. She steps closer and sighs, "Are you still angry?" She asks reluctantly and I raise my brows at that. "I'm not angry, aunty Pam." At least, not anymore. She simply said what she thought and it did a good deal to better my messed up mood than the mediation exercise could've. A smile immediately finds its way to her lips and she stretches out the nylon to me, "Happy anniversary, Cain Hudson. "It takes me a moment not to be so emotional and collect it. I open it up, curious enough as to know what it's in but when I
Jude."Did you hear alpha's leaving on vacation?""Is it his first?""I'm not sure. How am I supposed to know?" "I hear it's a long vacation. Who will lead the pack?" No one replies; a long silence follows that and it seems the conversation officially dies as the maidens continue their journey. Where they come from or where they are off to, I do have no idea. They simply walk past me with a pretense to not notice me but their little rude acts only serves me good since that'll prevent any sort of dialogue between. As they go on, something tells me their next topic of discussion is me but it hardly budges me. I recognize them as Abel's three daughters. They're good daughters, loyal and respectful but a very talented renegade at that. I make sure not to shake my head or bother spending one more penny of my thoughts on them. Rather, I adore the new looks of the old van I had purchased earlier. With the help of black acrylic paint, some brushes and a bit of repairing here and there, it do
Jude. Halfway into the drive, I turn to look at Cain who hasn't said a single word ever since then to ask if he'd like to take a break or have lunch now. I find him sleeping, his head hanging in the most uncomfortable way and his lips halfway closed. How can he sleep that way? I stop the car by a deserted park and undo my seatbelt as well as his. I manage to get him to the back of the van and lay him on a blanket while using some of my books as a pillow for him. I cover him up with another blanket and close his lips properly but I tend to linger a bit more, waiting back to adore his facial features. He's cuter when he's asleep and has his mouth this way_ without questions or daring statements coming out of it. He stirs just when I'm about to leave and my phone beeps, notifying me of a new message. I take it out and check it. As expected, it's no other than Mandelson.WHAT'RE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THE RING? STOP PLAYING GAMES WITH ME AND COME CLEAN. Come clean? How has it involved co
Cain. I turn around and groan, angry from being woken up by the noises coming from outside the van. Can't one just sleep in peace in their neighborhood? It's too frustrating. "Get up and have breakfast if you're awake. We're just about two hours away from reaching where we'll settle for now. I booked an apartment for us in Georgia already. " I'm startled by that voice and even more stunned by the realization that it's real. What the hell is he to be awake so soon after sleeping late and being exhausted the whole night. You don't tell me he suffers from insomnia or the sort. My eyes already open, I sit up, stretching out lazily and that's when I notice the van is already moving. Isn't he such a workaholic?I rub on my lids, still feeling very sleepy and I find it there...a very good sight it is. "Chicken purloo?!" I gasp, my brain already making imaginations of how happily I'd feast on it and my stomach growling in response. "I remember that used to be your favorite stew." Well, i
Cain. "What're you doing?" I ask when he stops the van barely an hour since we've left the club, clearly without getting any clues. He nods his head, gesturing that I should look out and through the window by my side. 'DiaDishes'?What does that explain? "They're still open. Let's have dinner. "Oh, dinner? Of all things? Should I remind him we've just left the party without getting any hint and he puts all blame on me when it's clearly because he didn't want me to know everything? So unbelievable. "I'm not eating. " I tell him, refusing to make any movement or reaction and I hear him exhale. "Are you still angry, Cain?" Still angry? I'm furious! But it's being none of my business. I inhale and turn to him, my eyes open widely at him, "Can't I say I'm not hungry? I can't force you to do things that you don't want to do, Jude. What makes you think you can do the opposite to me? "I roll my eyes away from him and make to lean back against the headrest but he holds my wrist, his slende
Cain."Let's go home. It's cold outside." Jude shakes my arm, drawing me out of my dumbstruck state. That little act and words bring me into a more confused state as I continue to gawp at him, dumbfounded. I thought...I thought at most he was going to bring out a gift or say some sweet words. How can he kiss me for new year eve after I made it clear that there'll be nothing illicit between us? Wasn't he supposed to be a good brother looking out for his younger one...?"What're you thinking? Are you going to catch a cold and ask me to look after you?" He lifts his hand to touch my forehead and I instinctively dodge it before it reaches me. Oh, home."Home?" I repeat his word questioningly, slowly recovering from my shock and he nods, turning around to leave at once. "I've booked an apartment for us here. The van's not very comfortable so we'll be staying there until we find another lead." The van's back door closes after his words and I hurry after him to get in too."I thought you wer