Malia Pierce at the age of nineteen was alone, constantly moving in fear she would be hunted down and found by her tormentors. She is the Alpha's daughter of the Phobos pack, where father, and his whole pack despised her just for her existence. He b...
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'Please be safe.' I said in my mind, projecting my thought through the pack, imputing into the mind of another. 'I will." Blaire responded. 'They trust me. '
Orion cradled me close to his chest, his cheek resting on the top of my head. He refused to put me down, even after I insisting that I was fine after gaining feeling back in my feet. I was embarrassed that he carried me all the way back home in front of other people but I couldn't deny the warm feeling in my chest from his actions. I was thankful of his behavior but I was prideful of how strong he was, how my stamina he actually losses.
"You're always to keep me on my toes, aren't you?" He asked as soon as the door shut behind him, giving us privacy. Although the question seemed playful, his tone was not. He was serious but he wasn't angry.
"Umm.." I uttered and pushed against his chest to I could look up and see his face, his tone concerning.
"You scared me." His was was slowly turning a blotchy red and tears welded up in his eyes.
"I'm sorry." I spoke sincerely, wiping his tears away as the fell from his eyes and landed on his cheeks. "I didn't mean to."
He leaned forward, pressing his face further into my hands, closing his eyes and breathing in deep. He was silent for a few moments, leaving me alone to my thoughts. My anxiety build as his silence. I was afraid, nervous to what he was thinking about, if he was upset with me.
"I know." He muttered and kissed one my palms. "I still worried me when I had no idea where you were. It will always worry me when it's something that pertains to you."
"I know. I feel the same way when it's about you." I said and slid my hand from his cheeks to his hair, scratching his scalp lightly. I could feel his tense muscles relax around me and I could visibly see his jaw become more lax. It was a weakness of his that I discovered on night while cuddling in bed. I was fascinated by the look and feel of his hair and my temptation led me to play with his, accidentally coming across his obsession of me playing with his hair.
Groaning, his leaned his head down so I had better access. "You will be the death of me." He muttered.
"Probably." I tired to joke and lighten the mood.
"You're going to give me premature gray hairs." He said, joking back and I have out a small laugh.
"Most likely." I said, running my nails over his scalp once more, earning a low groan. His hands gripped at my waist which shifted my wet shirt uncomfortable.
"What even happened anyway?" He asks pulling at the wet material.
"Roxy lied to me and lured m into the woods for a bit of a chat. Icarus and I exchanged some words as well." I said, keeping it fairly vague.
"Then why are you all wet?"
"I was uh-" I paused and pulled at the skin tight material. I knew he would get worked up if I told him but I knew I had to. I just couldn't lie to him. "I was pushed into the river."
