I stood there, immobile, staring at the smart girl standing before me. My mind was blank, and I had no words to say. She took a step closer, her intention clear - she wanted to kiss me. However, I unfolded my arms and forcefully pushed her away, lacking any gentleness this time.
"If you persist in this manner, I'm afraid I will reveal the truth to your father, and he will strip you of every title," Kayla said, her head bowed even as she insulted me.
"Alpha Alex has set a wedding date for us because of your lies. If you confess the truth, will he cancel the wedding as well?" I asked. Kayla looked away and nervously licked her lower lip.
"This is unfair! It has been four years since we acknowledged each other, and you have never even touched me, not even for a kiss," Kayla expressed with a despondent tone. "I've always hoped that one day you would hold me in your arms and make passionate love to me, but you never have. I am a patient mate, and I will continue waiting. February is here already. I can't wait to be yours forever," she whimpered, still keeping her head lowered. After staring at her for a few moments, I finally spoke.
"Please lock the door as you leave," I uttered before quickly exiting the room. As I made my way towards the chopper, fastening my sleeve buttons, I suddenly heard the voice of the Goddess once again.
"JORDAN!"
I froze immediately, bowing my head without hesitation.
"The thorn bush you are embracing will inevitably prick you, and those around you will suffer the consequences," the voice of the Goddess echoed. I couldn't inquire about the literal meaning of her words, as the Goddess was not one to entertain questions. Nonetheless, I understood that she was cautioning me about the dangers of marrying a human.
I remained motionless for a while, hoping she would read my mind and continue her message, and eventually, she did.
"Delving deeper into her lineage will cost us the life of someone dear to us. Are you willing to make such sacrifice?"
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"Divorce her! She will never be initiated into the brotherhood. I rejected her the day she was born!"
"Congratulations, your wedding date has been approved by the Divine. No one can impede the union of you and your beloved mate. May the stars guide you on your journey together!"
The final words of the goddess sent shivers down my spine and as the sudden gust of wind swept through the forest, causing the tall trees to sway, it felt as though nature itself was echoing the gravity of the goddess's message. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes to steady myself before continuing on. Wondering why the goddess rejected Thalia the day she was born.
As I turned my gaze, I noticed Kayla leaning against the bungalow door, dressed already. Her eyes were filled with surprise and excitement.
"Who did She reject? The cursed human, I guess," Kayla asked. I ignored her and pressed onward until I was guided onto the awaiting chopper. Soon enough, we were in the sky, making our way back home.
Minutes later, the chopper landed smoothly on the helipad. Stepping off quickly, I headed towards the elevator, concealing the emotions that were weighing heavy on my heart with a facade of bravery. I glanced at my smartwatch, and I noted that it was already 2:00 a.m. I concluded that my wife would be asleep.
As the elevator doors opened, I hurriedly ascended the stairs, making my way to our bedroom. Standing at the doorway, my gaze fell upon Thalia, who was seated on the bed in a half-lotus position, clutching a pillow as she stared out of the window.
She sensed my presence and turned her head, revealing her tear-filled, red eyes. My heart broke at the sight of her anguish. I suppressed my own emotions as I continued to gaze into her eyes.
The thought of divorcing her triggered a momentary chuckle in me and my lips curved. I had attempted many times in the past to draw her closer, only to be thwarted by Alpha Benjamin. I feared then that if I pushed too hard, they would hide her away or worse, bring harm to her. Thus, I decided to approach the matter with gentleness until Kayla played her cards right and Thalia fell into my grasp. Now that she is married to me, I will not let her go. I whispered to myself with determination.
"You're back," Thalia slurred, her voice cracked and barely above a whisper.
"Yes," I responded in a low tone. "Why are you still awake?" I asked curiously.
"I couldn't sleep," she slurred again and returned her gaze to the window. Her lazy tongue and tiny voice haven't changed yet. I had expected her speech to become faster as she grew into an adult, but it has remained the same. Thalia still talks slowly and with a tiny voice, just like she did when she was a child. Her voice was quite nostalgic and it had been reminding me of our innocent childhood days. I continued staring at her.
My eyes shifted to Mrs. Haverford, who emerged from the bathroom. It seemed she heard the sound of my chopper and quickly prepared my bath.
"Your bathwater is ready, Your Grace," she said, head slightly bowed. I immediately made my way towards the bathroom.
As I sat in the bathtub, my mind became completely lost in thought. Why did the Moon Goddess reject Thalia when she was born. How did her mother get to White Fangs Pack? Whose life would finding her lineage cost me? I continued to question myself. However, I could not be deterred. My mind was as hard as a rock.
After emerging from the bathroom, I dressed myself in comfortable nightwear. Inside the bedroom, I stood behind the long mirror and playfully tousled my hair to catch my wife's attention. Yet, her gaze remained fixed on the window.
Slowly, I began to walk towards the bed, but she continued to stare at the night sky. Climbing onto the bed, I delicately removed the pillow from her grasp and tossed it aside. I positioned myself in between her legs and gently guided her face to look at me. Our eyes locked, and I could see her worries, but I couldn't let her see mine.
Slowly my lips parted hers in a soul-reaching massage and Lia succumbed to the forceful domination of my lips. The slow and passionate kiss sent my whole body on fire like I was injected with liquid gold. My limbs began to tremble as I held Lia's body tightly in my grasp.
Overwhelmed by my passion, I reluctantly withdrew my mouth, feeling a sense of sadness that I couldn't take it any further. My breathing was heavy as I rested my forehead against Lia's. My mouth burned and cried for more.
Shifting slightly, I nestled my head on her lap, still holding onto her waist to calm the fervour within me. My manhood strained like igneous rock and continued throbbing heavily.
With her gentle palm on my shoulder - a touch I had yearned for, for years - Lia tenderly caressed my head, making it difficult for my body to relax. Under her touch, a vulnerable side of me that was unknown to everyone was triggered, allowing me to finally let go of my stoic facade and be true to myself.
However, the more I perceived the scent of my wife's mature egg that was about to be released, the stronger my desire to consummate the love I have for her grew. The intensity within me escalated, causing a whirlwind of emotions and I couldn't take it anymore.
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