Armelle Addison Donovan is one heck of female who would stop at nothing to make sure her pack was safe, even if it meant to ignore your mate and use him to win a war. But, all is fair in the game of love and war and the bond will not be resisted.
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A.N I am so sorry for being inactive, pls don't be mad at me. I've been swamped with assessment task, procrastination and the inevitable writer's block *sigh*
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I hadn't seen Arsen at all for the past week and to say that I didn't felt something tug at my chest and my stomach ached was a lie. A complete and utter lie. I hated even thinking that. Emerald had been moaning and complaining about not being able to see him, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it, even when my mother was pressing me about him, I just couldn't face him. Not after our last encounter. His minty breath fanned my skin, his voice and presence sent shivers down my spine and his proclamation about how I'm weak became the reasons why I was not going to see him. My mother, knowing that I was not doing my visits was pestering me, constantly, every hour of the day she repeated the same words.
'Are you going to visit him yet?'
My simple reply was 'soon,' and the conversation ended there and then. However, I couldn't help but feel it had an undertone of a threat, and that made me wary of the next few days
The twins had replaced River, I kind of missed them as I neglected them for my duties as future Alpha, and they always gave wise advice on my current situation. Thankfully, they sided with me but told me that either way, we had to accept the things we were given whether we liked it or not. I thought about those words every damn night.
And every damn night, it I was blessed with the same dream every night. His hands touching my skin, his breath fanning face and his eyes boring into my soul, he would lean in and before our lips pressed against each other, I woke up sweating. The moon's light would always be shining on me when I did, I knew she would never give up, but that didn't mean I would give up. I gave a frustrated growl as my sticky skin meshed with the cool covers as the light blinded my eyes in the morning. My hair was a bird's nest and my skin crawled with bugs as I remembered the reoccurring dream.
I felt aggravated once I ripped the covers off my body and checked the clock on my bedside table. It was the weekend and I usually woke up late, but my eyes widened as it said '10:30 am' written in the regular bold red writing. Damn, I never woke up this late. I heavily sighed and rubbed my tired eyes, feeling my body weigh down heavily against the bed as I sluggishly go out of my bed. I did my normal routine, I brushed my teeth, showered and got changed. I didn't feel like wearing anything special, although Emerald kept pestering me about wearing something nice today. I just couldn't bring myself to look good.
Instead, I wore a black sweater with the small print of 'I am tired,' on the right corner and paired it with black leggings with a white stripe running on the side of the leg. My short hair was wavy due to the hairdryer and my feet were just covered with a pair of fuzzy warm socks. I took a quick glance in the mirror before running out of the room and into the long hallway. My stomach squeezed, as if my body knew something was happening, my wolf was pacing back and forth and both of us did not know what was happening to us.
