Books Chapter20
“Thanks, Dallas.”
“Rya, are you still willing to watch her for us? We won’t belong. I just fed her, and she should be out for a while,” Cora says. She’s dressed in a bikini, looking hopeful that I will say yes.
“Sure, you java go. Take your time. I’ll watch her. The battle female is wrapped up in a blanket, Laying on the blanket. Putting my plate and drink down,I
ress my legs so she fits securely on my lap, I watch as they run toward the canoes. He grabs onto her ass, giving it a squeeze before her handslaps his www. They’re laughing together. I want that.
Taking a sip of my drink, 1 lean against the tree trunk. It’s scratchy against my back. The little one is nestled against me, sleeping her day away. I feel him before I smell him. Hot eyes on me, caressing my skin with his stare. Putting my drink down so I don’t drop it, I take in some calming breaths before 1 look his way.
What I see is him and Kennoch. She has her hand tracing his hipbone as she smiles at everyone. She waves happily to her friends. I want to pull my eyes away from the sight, but can’t,
I’m looking on hungrily, wanting to bite into their love. Her fingertips now trace the back of his neck. I look at her neck, it’s no longer red or inflamed. It looks exactly ble mine, unmarked.
He just stares at me. The tiny female in my lap wiggles for just a moment before settling back into dreams. 1 feel everywhere his eyes roam. Every single inch of san be’s looking at I meet his eyes, then look away. His gaze falls off my body, the coolness that creeps in from the warmth I felt makes a shiver go through me. I look toward the lake. They are wing out there, with no hope of them coming back soon. I prepare myself mentally. I need to get through this. I nood to just start being able to be around them. I can’t live my life hiding in fear that I bump into them. They are the future leaders of this pack, and it’s munitable that we will mingle together every now and then
“I never inned them. Do you want me to ask them to leave?” Dallas is standing to the side of me, looking enraged. His face is red, and the veins in his arms are dilating, filing with blood.
“No, it’s okay. I need to get used to this. Really, it’s okay. Taking another sip of my drink, I don’t think I can eat anymore, but maybe I can drink
Dallas rums, walking toward them. Kennedy smiles at him, her bikini top overflowing with her female assets. I look down at my chest. It’s just adequate compared to hers. She’s tanned, toned, her nails a light pink, matching her lipstick. How one temale can be so utterly beautiful is beyond me. Her face drops slightly while Dallas has a soft conversation with them, both nodding their heads his way.
Dallas walks away, then turns backround for a few more words. I see a twitch in Clayton’s jaw, his lips tight, Kennedy has her hand still on his hip. Thumb feeling flesh that belongs to me.
Some of the mated females make their way over to me, sitting down on the blanket, their backs turned toward the party looking at the lake. It’s as if they are making a living wall of flesh to shelter me from the view of Clayton and Kennedy. Their voices are drowning our all the other voices in the crowd. Talking about nothing really, just trivial conversation to make noise.
I really don’t know what to stay to these females who shunned me so badly in highschool. It’s like trying to swallow down bitterness. My s not right. They are trying to be nice to me, ljust can’t forget what they have done to me.
smile is just
“Rya, we need to say that we’re sorry for the way we treated you. We never really knew what you had to go through until we found our mates. We want you to know that we’re ashamed for what we put you through, and we’re ashamed for what they are putting you through,” one of the more vocal females of the group says. They give a disgusted look Remedy’s way; it’s how I wish I could look at her, at them but I don’t
“It’s all right, we were all young. It’s in the past, and 1 have moved on with my life. I can’t say it’s not difficult, because it is, but I’m going to be just fine I have my work now, and I love what I’mdoing.” The half–truth spills out of my mouth for these females to drink up greedily.
All their shoulders relax with my words. I forgive them their youthful mistakes; I won’t forget, but I can maybe forgive them. My resolve is switching back and forth, forgiveness or bittemess, a choice to make.
A hand goes on my shoulder, a hand on my leg, a land on my other shoulder, light squeezes. A muzzle to my cheek, they all take turns brushing against me slightly the skin on skin contact that I have never had with a group of females before. It’s slightly overwhelming, the acceptance they are showing me as it I’m part of the pack, a part of them.
