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Cain.

"Alpha?"

The whistling sound of the birds brings me back to my senses and I immediately take off my eyes. I move back, my cheeks burning against my skin as I glance everywhere but him. 

Not looking at him is hard and unavoidable especially with his noticeable smirk at me. He grabs my arm and succeeds in making me turn to him. 

"Are you alright?" He asks but I don't mistake his tone as worried. Rather, it has the hint of jest and sarcasm. Oh yeah, that smile really fits him. He must've a big deal of charm to make me go against my own vow to treat him so badly and even flirt with him. I must admit also, he's really beautiful with a smile. I hardly got to see him smile when we were kids. He seemed to be doing just fine with the poker face but I'll say he does better with a smile! But he soon stops smiling and that formerly curved lips return to firm. 

"You're staring too much, alpha. Don't tell me you intend to do more than just that. I don't have a problem with being entertained by you but I'm hurt now and won't be able to satisfy you." His burly voice runs across every sense of mine and the meaning of his words send shivers down my spine. I glance away, taking to my feet. 

"I...Will just see to the bodies. " I find myself stuttering a bit, my heart racing damn faster than normal. 

"Good boy," I hear him say and heave a sigh after me. Stupidly enough, I find his remark interesting and that encourages me to give the already dead spies a good post-death torture. Forgive me, I'm not sure there's something like that. 

"I'm confused, Jude. "I confess after we'd have his wound tended to, "It doesn't all seem to make sense. " And as much as I try to not act affected by it and pretend it is just the normal daily routines surrounding the life of an alpha, I still can't accept it. It's hard to and it's the one thing I don't want to_ all these dramas about the ring and the tale of the ax of the gods... It's a plot way too big to be real! The ring had a fine mystery that made me inescapable from it and it has become like a string forever attached to my neck that wouldn't leave and like Jude had said, I'll have to be beheaded to take it away. 

"What?" He turns to me but doesn't look up. He still has the book he has picked from dad's collection in his hand and wouldn't stop flipping over the pages and scanning through as if searching for a clue.

"What's with the ring and the tale of the ax of the gods?" I further my hungry quest for answers, still undecided about confiding in him. 

"What tale of the ax of the gods? What is that?" He plays dumb to my question and I roll my eyes, irritated by his reply. 

"I heard everything, Jude and by everything, I mean the phone call and the conversation with aunty Pam included. "I tell him. His reaction is even more withdrawn than I expected. The only thing he does is drop the book and start talking without even looking at me. 

" Everything is just fine." He says. Hell yeah. Of course, it is! But I can tell so badly that he's doing nothing but lying. 

"I hate liars, Jude." I say but he barely shrugs. He leans back against the wall and partly sits on the stool that lays in the corner. He relaxes and massages his muscles. He looks pitifully exhausted now. 

"Jude," I start again, my patience wearing off faster than the day but next, I approach him. I stop when I reach him, ensuring there's a safe distance between us. 

"You haven't done me one honest good, Jude. It's clear I need your help this time around." I say but he still wouldn't dare to look at me. It's as though he's hiding something away. When I refuse to leave, he sighs and pays me attention. He grabs my arm and pulls me to him but I don't mind it. I can say there's been a lot of contact between us already tonight. But when those silver eyes take my own hostage, I find myself mesmerized. How come he looks breathtaking especially with the reflection of the moon on him? It gives his silver eyes a beautiful glint, charming enough to have me drool over them. 

"I don't know how I can explain this to you perfectly. It is crazy, even I still don't get it. " He says, looking downcast and I find myself smiling. It's hard to say but I should note the fact that I'm beginning to like him.

"What's your plan?" I ask, daring to cup his face in my hands. He looks childishly cute and chubby that way. 

"Hmm," he reaches for my hands and holds them, caressing the skin, "Vacation?"

"To where?" 

"Away from earth." His reply confuses me and at the same time surprises me. Away from earth? To mercury to die? Who takes a vacation away from earth? 

"What do you mean?" I try to find a hint in his expression but there's none to say he's joking. He's damn serious except he'll be making a big joker. 

"You watch a lot of superhero and fantasy world movies. How come you still don't know about the multiverse portal traveling?" Yeah, how come I didn't know I was living in a movie? OMG, someone mind to tell me who the fuckin' superhero is? 

I nod, taking my hands away, unable to hide my displeased look, "You still like to tell jokes."

"I'm not joking..." Then what is he doing? Kidding? I will be just crazy to believe there's something called multiverse traveling. Of course, I did fancy watching a lot of superhero movies when I was a kid and that included the multiverse stuff but I wouldn't think it's real. 

"I think you are. Or perhaps, you've become a bigger fan than I was. "I say sarcastically. 

"Believe me!" He demands, reaching out only to grab me and pull him to himself. It takes me a moment to reason it all with him. If he has been right with aunty Pam, the tale has been around for hundreds of years and the belief is strongly taken by those power greedy super creatures. Well, there are tons of super creatures all around the world and it's helpful to consider that 98 percent of them are power greedy. A good story sample goes from my pack. That means no matter where I go on this earth, I would be followed for the sake of being killed and there's probably no miracle to keep me alive. A vacation would do but that place has to not be earth since I'm trying to escape.

That's quite a good story to believe but still, I can't help to doubt the multiverse thing. And the portal... isn't that like where he appeared from five days ago to save me? Of course, the world of a wizard is simply a corner of madness... An exclusive corner for madness!

"It's just for a year and I'll be there with you." His words sound promising enough but I can't help to not think of the odds. He has a comforting tongue but my imagination is quite a thriller. In a world that isn't earth, I wonder what would live there. Probably trees that walk and wind that talks and oceans that sing. We definitely wouldn't survive. 

"Is this an experiment?" I inquire and he shakes his head no.

"You don't have to be afraid, cupcake. I'll be there with you and we can return anytime you want to. " He gives me hope with his statement and gesture. I might be an asshole for wanting to leave my pack but I would only be cheered during my death and elder Malik will gladly choose someone else to be the next alpha. It would be far better if the next alpha takes over now until I return than have my place taken from me permanently. 

"I'll think over it. " I tell him but in fact, I have no other choice to make than to go with him. I just don't want it looking too easy for him. And that pet name...

We remain in the embrace for a while more, his right hand wrapping my lower back while the other holds my right arm.

But it soon changes from being an innocent embrace to one where we communicate our dirty desires to get on the bed together. His left hand that had been holding my arm without any motion soon starts to caress my skin, going a little bit up and down, gently fondling it with his fingers. His right arm leaves my lower back and slips underneath my shirt. He thumbs my skin, making goosebumps grow in me and I can barely resist it...I can barely resist the pleasure that comes from him touching me or the heat in the moment. 

"You'll be fine," He whispers into my ear, hot air slapping the spot and I feel tingles there. His nose tip brushes against my lobe creating more suspense in me. He has become dangerously close again and I've failed to put the distance between us. Rather, I find this interesting and yearn for him to do more. He turns us around and exchanges position with me, his hands still keeping contact with my skin. He massages my stomach all the way up to my chest before slipping his hands down, and to my waist. 

"You have a small waist." He remarks, nipping me lightly and pushing me back against the wall. I suppress a moan, biting my bottom lip as I tug gently at his shirt. I'm reminded of the first time we'd got in bed together. It's so vivid and as I remember, there was barely any foreplay. His hand slides past my waistline and under my pants. He grabs my poker through the Calvin Klein I wear beneath. I groan, unable to hide it anymore. It's just so easy for him. Really, it's so easy for him to turn me on and make me want him already without even a kiss.

"It's quite good down here. " He smirks, his silver eyes finding mine. "Jude," He tortures me for a plea, his hand stroking me down. I beg with my eyes but he doesn't take it and only continues his unfair assault. I tug a bit harder at his shirt, my claws tearing the material and pulling him nearer with it.

"More," I say, ever more yielding and ready. 

"What's more?" He furrows his brows,  putting on the innocent, confused look but he only does better in his assault by rubbing over my tip. I take in my saliva, my toes curling on their own. 

"I want more of this, Jude. " I tell him, gathering all the courage in me but the monster only rises in me and keeping aside every other voice in my head, I lock lips with him. This hits him like a bolt out of the blue and for once, he takes a pause. But his shock barely lasts as he takes on the lead, kissing me even more harder, his hand abandoning his assault to focus on something else. I retaliate his roughness, our tongues fighting in defiance. He tastes like mint and alcohol. Bitter sweet. 

"Easy," He tells me to calm down but it's just time that I'm beginning to get the most of it. I bite his bottom lip, making sure to leave a cut and taste his blood.

"Damn... Cain!" He groans in both pleasure and pain as I kiss him harder while occasionally biting him, wanting him to feel the pain he'd cause me in the past years.