《》Chapter 11
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== Enna’s POV ==
It was probably the hardest thing to tell him. My heart was pounding in my chest as his anger rose and he asked if anyone had touched me. What scared me the most was to tell him that I wasn’t fertile. I wasn’t completely dumb, I knew that in a wolf’s world, the mate had the responsibility to make the pups and he was an Alpha, which also meant: make the next leader of the pack. I was his mate, but my insides had been unfertile. I saw it as a blessing back in my prison, because it meant that they didn’t try to make me breed but now I was ashamed and scared. He could very well decide now to reject me, and I was going to find out. I had followed the white rabbit so far, I wasn’t going to run at the last plunge.
“For all of us, we need to be fertile first…” I said, lowering my head. I couldn’t even look at his face before I told him. “I never got my period.”
I was expecting something to happen, most likely something bad, but I certainly didn’t expect that. He chuckled. That bloody wolf freak chuckled at me. I raised my head, my eyes round like tea cups which made him outright laugh.
“I’m not laughing at you” he said still laughing. “I’ve just never been so happy to hear a girl talk about periods, nor would I ever think I would be happy to find out that my mate is barren.”
He calmed down as I was still looking at him with a big frown on my face. I didn’t find it amusing at all.
“I’m sorry”, he said, “I need to reformulate my thoughts. I’m not happy about it, but I’m relieved. I know you might feel uneasy or I don’t know really, about being barren, but I can’t help to think that it probably saved you a lot of misery. It’s a blessing in disguise in a way. It doesn’t take away from the fact that you are my mate and that I will take you and protect you not matter what, even if you don’t want me…”
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== Simon’s POV ==
Her lips crashed into mine so fast that I didn’t see it coming at all, sending torrents of sparks and warmth all over my body. She nearly made me fall backwards as she threw her entire body against mine. I caught her by the waist and pulled her closer, she straddled me, gripping my hair as her chest pressed against mine. I deepened the kiss, tasting her soft lips with the tip of my tongue. She smelled so good, like tree sap and the forest after a good rain, but also fresh like the wind. She didn’t let me in tough, as she suddenly pulled back.
She looked at me with a shy and confused look, her cheeks getting redder by the minute. She pressed the back of one of her hands to her lips. I could tell why, because my lips felt like a fire was burning on them too, and I also knew that if I kissed her again, it would feel so much better but it wasn’t the moment. She was about to move back, away from my lap and my arms. I couldn’t let that happen.
As she tried to push away from me, my encircled her waist with my arms, burying my face in her neck, taking in her scent. If I could, I would take away all of the pain too, but I wasn’t a magician. I just wanted her to stay there forever, safe and sound, loved and cherished by me. She didn’t move and let me breathe her for a minute before I raised my head to look at her.
Her weird green-silver and yellow eyes were surveying my face, her expression serious and unreadable. “What was that?” I asked, my voice a little raspy from the desire I had felt.
She tried to avoid my gaze, looking at the forest instead of me. I squeezed her a little so she looked at me.
“Will you really like me, even if I can’t…” she murmured as if the answer scared her, not even finishing her sentence. It pained me that she would think I would leave her just because of that. Of course, it was a big deal and I would hope she would at least seek medical attention but she was mine. She was my mate.
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“You are my mate. I know you are not a wolf but to us, it means that we were created for each other. Whatever are the reasons why you can’t have my pups, it also involves me, because you exist for me, and I exist for you. Does it make sense for you?”
She nodded gently.
“Then you see, you could be barren, blind, mute, deaf, disfigured with a wooden leg and a missing arm, and I would still want you next to me”
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== Enna’s POV ==
It was a bit strange because I had just passionately kissed a man….half of a man to be exact, whom I’ve known for a few days, kiss that he totally answered to, by the way, and I still felt like I was going to be pushed away. My lips were on fire and my body still tingly of the need and pleasure that had just burned through me, but I couldn’t help but being scared.
As I tried to pull back from him, he held me, almost crushing me in his big arms. His chest was hard underneath his skin, but it also felt so good, his face now resting in my neck, taking my scent in, sent shivers through me. I wasn’t a wolf but this mate thing was definitely strong. When he resurfaced and looked at me, my heart started to race. Why in the freaking frak did I kiss him?
I’m so stupid, I literally jumped on him. Of course, I could say that being in a prison for so long might have made me needy in terms of affection but it wasn’t really a good excuse. “What was that?” he asked, his voice a little raspy. I turned my head. It was the moment. He would end up telling me that he found me hot but no more. I had to ask though.
Gerard told me once that the problem with relationships is that you can’t see in other people’s head if they are completely sincere about the way they feel. In the end, accepting or not a relation with someone was an act of faith and trust. This is why I should value the people who trusted their being into my hands but this is also why I should be careful. Sometimes, taking a leap of faith ended up in a big tumble down to death.
I was ready to take the fall. At least, this is what I thought.
“Will you really like me, even if I can’t…” I asked. I couldn’t even say the word, and I couldn’t even raise my voice higher than a whisper. His eyes and his face relaxed, making his features soft and endearing.
“You are my mate. I know you are not a wolf but to us, it means that we were created for each other. Whatever are the reasons why you can’t have my pups, it also involves me, because you exist for me, and I exist for you. Does it make sense for you?”
I nodded. It made sense…I mean, that’s what the wolves believed in for centuries. As far as I know, they are also the only shifters that aren’t almost extinct so, it must work somehow.
“Then you see, you could be barren, blind, mute, deaf, disfigured with a wooden leg and a missing arm, and I would still want you next to me”
I smiled a little when he said that. I’m not certain it was the truth, but I knew what he meant with it. I pecked his lips with a soft kiss to note that I understood his commitment.
I was falling for sure.
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== Author's Note ==
I would like to take some time to thank the people who repeatedely vote for my story, the people who added it to their reading lists and of course all of the ghost readers out there.
My story is nowhere near popular but I like to write it and I hope you look forward to what's coming next. The last few chapters were a bit more intimate so it is time for some action !
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