It has been two weeks since Lupe died. Rhett’s house had been cleared and I was allowed to move in. It felt lonely. It WAS lonely.
My days were just filled with waking up in the morning, going to work, getting back, eating, sleeping... Then rinse and repeat. My weekends were even more boring, and I couldn’t help missing Kylo and Cullen’s presence sometimes.
But despite all this, the trauma only brought Rhett closer to me. And let’s just say... We’ve been getting even more intimate.
Argh, yeah, we’d had sex at least three times these past two weeks. And trust me when I said... it was good! The man knew how to please a woman, for real. I found it hard to believe that he’d been married only once. To an old woman at that.
He always found time to move away from the camp and visit me all the way here. And today happened to be one of those days.
The doorbell rang and I scurried out of my room to answer it. My wolf could already pick up his presence and was growling with a longing that made even me excited. He’d promised to visit today after I was done with work and it seemed he was a man of his word.
"Hey." I greeted when I opened the door, meeting Rhett standing there looking all dashing. He had a bright smile on his face and wore a long coat over a white long-sleeve shirt.
"Good evening, Isleen." He replied, taking my hand and kissing it.
My face flushed instantly as my eyes darted around. The man had no care about what other people thought. And while I found that admirable, we were not out to the pack yet.
"May I come in?" He suddenly asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I couldn’t help rolling my eyes before stepping aside. "You know it’s your house, right? I don’t get why you keep knocking each time you come here."
His closeness made my wolf go wild, and the scent of his cologne made my insides burn with desire. It’s been days since our last meeting.
He walked in, his hands hidden behind his back. Whatever it was he had hidden there, he sure did a great job not allowing me to see it.
He didn’t respond to my remark, but instead, showed me what was in his hands.
I couldn’t help gasping, my hands going to my mouth in shock. Was... Did he really...?
"It’s a necklace." He stated the obvious when he noticed my bewilderment. "It–I gave it to my late wife a long time ago before... Before she died. I’ve kept it away ever since, and I’ve never shown it to anyone else. Not even Kylo knows about it."
I nodded slowly as I scrutinized the trinket. It was placed inside a black locket and was golden. The most peculiar thing about it, however, was the crescent moon-shaped pendant on it. It glimmered with a silver shine as if it were calling on me to wear it.
I couldn’t help getting emotional as my eyes welled up with tears. This was the first time Rhett ever gave me a gift. And it was not just any gift... It was a necklace that belonged to someone he’d had his only child with.
It was obvious to read the meaning behind that. He didn’t have to spell it out to me that he loved me. He didn’t need to pop out a diamond ring in some grand public proposal. This was more than enough.
Right here in this house, with only each other to lean on. We didn’t need anything else to make this moment close to perfection.
Oh, Isleen, you really hit the jackpot when it came to mates! And to think we’d both loathed each other for so long before actually meeting.
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