I dressed in a loose sleep shirt and sweatpants, deeming it upon myself to woman up and let what’s done be done. I slipped into bed beside Liam. His face was peaceful in the moonlight filtering through the window as he peacefully slept.
A twinge of guilt coiled in my gut. How could I lie here, be covered in the same duvet with Liam while I had become an immoral figure?
While my little angel slept so innocently beside me?
He deserved a life free from these burdens, a life filled with love and happiness. I would try – I am trying to make sure he got that life, but when I have been marked by my boyfriend’s father, I couldn’t help but doubt myself.
Tears welled up in my eyes again, blurring my vision. Leaning over to Liam for comfort, I gently brushed a stray strand of hair off his forehead, vowing to protect him from the darkness that now threatened to engulf my world.
Sleep was a distant hope. Every time I closed my eyes, Rhett’s face materialized – his intense gaze, the possessive way he held me. My wolf wanted to be held that way again. She desired him like he was our oxygen.
Why did it feel like I desired the same thing?
I tossed and turned in bed beside Liam, his peaceful sleep a stark contrast to my inner turmoil. I envied him at this point.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to relax. The problems wouldn’t disappear overnight, but I had to find a way to deal with them. The mark, the photos, and most importantly, Rhett – each issue demanded my attention and unfortunately a large portion of me. I needed to confront them head-on, one by one.
Cullen’s issue wouldn’t be a big deal, but Gamma Rhett’s...
Eventually, I drifted off to sleep. But I soon came to regret that.
A pressure began to settle on my chest, making it hard to breathe or move. Panic clawed at my throat as I tried to gasp for air, but my lungs wouldn’t obey.
I was frozen, unable to move a muscle. As panicked as I was, I could relax a little. This feeling was familiar. I had felt it before. Yet, it didn’t stop me from feeling so suffocated.
In the suffocating darkness, I felt a presence hovering over me. It held a heavy, crude energy that resounded with the wild awakening within me.
What was this presence?
Was it me dreaming about Gamma Rhett again?
Before I could even get to process it well, a hand slid beneath my back, sending a jolt through my paralyzed body.
This was a dream, right?
Was I reliving the car again? Was Rhett’s touch igniting a fire within me?
A whimper escaped my lips as the hand began to slide down my bare back, caressing my bones and spine.
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