Kaye:
It just felt right. I thought if I reminded her about her real life, she would wake up, but then I realized it wouldn’t be that easy. Getting out like that would be too easy. But what’s not easy is to find soone to kiss, soone who is not under the hypnosis of that crazy Mr. Rune. That’s when I rembered sothing my foolish brothers had told when I was a kid. They would tell these fairytale stories of how the sleeping princess wakes up after a kiss. I wasn’t Helanie’s prince charming but a kiss night do.
"Kiss her!"
If I kissed her, she would awaken, like so Disney tale. I wasn’t entirely convinced, but there was nothing else I could do.
I cupped her face and watched as shock registered in her expression. I didn’t want to do this. I had never even considered kissing my stepsister-to-be. And Helanie!
Never!
She was irritating and reminded of her gold-digging mother. It’s won like these who ruin hos for won like my mother.
But right now, I had to close my eyes and do the right thing. Before she could even protest, I pressed my lips against hers.
I thought it would be a quick kiss. Our lips would et, and before I knew it, the torture would be over. But the mont my lips tasted hers, sothing switched inside .
I felt my body heating up, urges rising. My hands held her face tightly; her skin was soft and smooth, like butter.
Instead of breaking the kiss, I found my head tilting and parted my lips just enough to take in her upper lip. That’s when I felt a push from her. She had placed her hands on my chest and pushed away, breaking the kiss.
The awkwardness made look down, my gaze shifting to the side.
"What the heck was that?" she hissed, wiping her lips clean in a panic.
I wondered what had happened to .
How had I ended up acting so desperate?
The fact that I never wanted to touch her but ended up holding on made feel even more embarrassed.
"I told you that might be the way," I groaned, clearing my throat to appear confident. If I acted guilty, it would confirm my sha.
"Yeah, but a peck would have been enough," she mumbled, her mouth barely moving, then she began to look around.
"It didn’t work," she said, staring at , her hands now on her hips.
"Or maybe you’ve made lose my mind too. I’m such an idiot for thinking this isn’t the real world. You’re crazy, and you’re driving crazy—" she hissed, already turning to leave. I had this one chance to make her see the truth, and I screwed it up.
"You had a rough life," I called out, watching her slow down.
The warriors and pack mbers had passed us, oblivious to our presence in the woods.
But it wouldn’t be long before they found us.
"What did you say?" She turned around to face .
"You weren’t just kicked out by your mother; I believe your father never loved you either," I murmured, sothing I had previously thought was a lie.
But seeing her desperate need for love made wonder if part of what she had said about her life was indeed true.
"And—you don’t even have a wolf. Not a mate or a lover either. You don’t have a shelter or any money—there’s no one who—" I paused when I noticed tears beginning to form in her eyes. Well, I’m not the kind to make a girl cry, but damn! I had to do it now.
"You were lonely," I added, and soon a tear rolled down her cheek.
"And I’m sure nobody is even looking for you," I continued, watching as her face began to change color. It took a mont to realize her hair was changing color.
We stood facing each other, the full moon shining above us.
"You—" I fell silent when she closed her eyes, only to open them again with a sniffle.
"I rember everything," of course she did.
Her hair had now turned platinum blonde. Maybe now we could find a way out of here. She buried her face in her hands and started sobbing, causing to tilt my head and zone out. I thought she would be grateful to wake up from a dream that had imprisoned her.
"Don’t worry, we will find a way to get out of here," I told her, taking a steady, deep breath.
Instead of responding, she simply shook her head.
"Okay, you know what? Very soon, they’re going to co looking for us. We need to escape before Rune finds you and marks you as his forever," I urged, glancing around and listening as the crowd drew closer once again.
One of these tis, they would discover us. The only reason they hadn’t yet was, my best guess, the darkness. Mr. Rune didn’t like the shadows. He fooled everyone with light and promised a good dream world to make them stay.
"Let’s go; we need to hide sowhere else," I said, expecting her to follow . Instead, she finally uncovered her face and looked in the eyes.
"No!" Her voice was soft and gentle as she dismissed .
"What do you an by no?" I inquired, furrowing my brow.
"My real life sucked. I—I don’t ever want to feel that way in my body," her words sent goosebumps coursing through .
"Your body? What do you an? Are you upset because you didn’t have a wolf?" I was trying to understand her purpose for wanting to stay here, where she wasn’t even promised a happily ever after. The minute Mr. Rune marked her, her story would end, and she would beco a side character.
"No! I hated everything. Especially how I felt after that night. I don’t ever want to look at myself in the mirror and see that victim of abuse—and—" she paused, her words enough to shake the ground beneath my feet.
"I don’t ever want anyone to touch again. So I’d rather stay here and disappear—" It couldn’t be. She was saying things that were horrifying.
"No! I am not going to let you ruin yourself," I reached for her hand, and the mont I did, I heard sothing so terrifying that I instinctively gasped and stepped back.
But the voice echoed through my head again.
"Mate!"
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