Chapter Twenty-Six: Damned Souls

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I've never been much of a morning person, but being wrapped up in Alaric's arms made waking up a little easier

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I've never been much of a morning person, but being wrapped up in Alaric's arms made waking up a little easier. Finding the will to get out of bed, however, was proving to be nearly impossible. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. All I wanted to do was stay here, curled against him, and soak in the quietness between us.

Nestling my way back underneath Alaric's chin, I let out a content sigh, savoring my favorite place. After last night, I was feeling back to my normal self again. Maybe even a little better than normal. I was so incredibly thankful for Alaric. Without him there to stop my downward spiral, it's hard to tell what I would have done. I'd never been shown such compassion before in my life and I hardly knew what to do with myself because of it.

I remember what I said to him before I fell asleep and I meant every word. By human standards, it might seem insane to fall in love with someone so quickly, but we weren't human. The two of us weren't even fully mated to each other and the connection we had was unbelievable. I thought that I'd been in love before, but this, what I feel for Alaric right now, is so much more intense than any sort of love I'd ever experienced. 

That's what made me feel so secure in our relationship. I was unafraid of being open and honest with him because I knew that, no matter what, we were meant to be together in the end. If I told him I loved him already, it didn't affect anything. Fate had brought me here and this was where I was meant to be. 

I wanted to enjoy his warm presence just a little longer, but my bladder had other plans. Not wanting to wake him up, I made sure my movements were slow. I leaned my head back first, eager to catch a glimpse of Alaric's sleeping face before I had to get up. A smile graced my lips, and I wrapped my finger around one of the loose pieces of his hair as I memorized the relaxed look on his face.

The air around us seemed to spark to life, just like it always did when I looked at him. That feeling of electrical charges skirting across my skin is what let me know when he is close to me. It's as if we were magnets, constantly being pulled toward one another, no matter the distance.

Unable to ignore nature's call any longer, I reluctantly started to untangle myself from Alaric. He'd locked his leg over the top of mine at some point in the night and it took me a while to slide mine free. He must have done it in his sleep because if he were awake, he would've been too afraid of laying his weight on me.

Just when I thought I'd gotten myself free, Alaric's hold on me tightened and he pulled me back against him.

"Where you goin'?" He mumbled sleepily, nuzzling his nose into my hair.

"I need to pee." I peeped.

"You comin' back to bed?"

"Of course."

"Good." He grunted, "Kiss me."

I chuckled, loving how unguarded he was with his words when he was still half-asleep. Gripping both sides of his face, my lips found his. That satisfied sound he made in the back of his throat sent a slow chill creeping up my spine. Knowing the effect I had on him was driving me into the depths of madness. The sort of madness that I'd sink into happily and never return from. 

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