Chapter 15
Chapter 15 Fifteen
Sheila's Point Of View
I was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring at the beautiful work of nature. It was the first light of dawn, and the sun was barely rising. Birds were flying high, chirping a beautiful morning melody. The sight was simply exquisite. And he was there, beside me.
I could feel his strong minty breath brushing against my neck with his strong arms wrapped around me, imprisoning me in his arms. I felt Killian's rugged hands on my soft and milky skin as I squirmed under his touch.
The sensation of sparks coursing through every bone in my body, and my moans and gasps escaped my lungs, filling the air. I heard Killian's lustful growls, as he traced his hands over my full breasts and circled my pink nipples.
I released another moan, feeling my need for him grow stronger. My hands were digging deeper into the back of his large body, beads of sweat on my skin.
Killian's sweet lips trailed kisses down my slender stomach, journeying down to my pubic bone. His dark, lustful gaze met mine. It regarded my naked body like it was a temple that needed to be worshiped, a gift that was meant to be adored.
I flushed at his stare. He climbed up to my body, sucking every inch of it, taking his time to savor every part of my body. I felt Killian's hardness at my warm entrance. I was ready to accept him. I could feel the whole of him inside of me.
Killian leaned down to kiss my lips, taking my face in his hands as he began to move painfully slowly inside me. I groaned, feeling the pleasure that began to build within me.
Killian pulled away to gaze down at me as my moans grew louder with the pace of his thrust.
"Killian," I breathe out his name, and I feel myself growing closer with pleasure exploding within me.
"Sheila," he moaned against my lips, and I cried out as we both found our release. He fell beside me, scooping me into his arms. The spark that ignited at the contact of our bodies felt so surreal. But I knew better. This was only a dream.
"Wakey wakey!" A familiar voice sounded not too far from me. It was Morgan, the stranger that saved me from the rogues who tried to attack me last night.
"I'm awake," I yawned, physically waking up from my sleep. It was already dawn, and the sun was radiating in all its full glory.
"You sure do sleep a lot." Morgan smiled, putting out the fire from last night. "Having a good dream? Are you?" He asked with a laugh.
I fought the blush that nearly exposed me. "Much more like a horrible nightmare, honestly," I lied, the details of my dream still vivid in my mind. It was a pleasant dream.
Oh, goddess, I'm still in the forest and I bet Killian has already noticed my absence and he and his pack are already scouting all over the place. Well, that would be if he even cares. What if he is even
thrilled at the idea of my escape? That would hurt.
"Sheila, don't think about that; all you need to do is get far away from here and forget about him!" I scolded my thoughts mentally.
"A nightmare? Tell me more about it on the way," Morgan said, looking around, trying to figure out the fastest route to take to get out of here. Probably.
"Where do we go from here?" I asked, now standing and facing him.
"Well, didn't you say you wanted to get far away from the forest?" He questioned
"Yeah," I said, answering his question.
"Then don't worry about anything, and just trust me." He smiled at me, nudging his head right. "The exit is this way," he said as he started walking, and I followed.
We had been walking for less than an hour, or maybe more. As we strode, I told him all the stories about my mate and his lover. while all he did was laugh. He always found something funny about what I said. I wonder what it was actually.
"Oh, this route seems familiar," I said, taking in how eerily familiar this path seemed. "Are you sure we are on the right path?" Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
"Yeah, very sure. I use this path all the time. It's a shortcut, you see. " He turned to me, chuckling. "My brother and I used to run through here back in the days," he said, sounding a bit sad at the last words.
"I didn't know you had a brother?" I inquired, instantly realizing that I knew nothing about him. Apart from the fact that he is a werewolf and goes by the name of Morgan, I knew nothing more about him. But for some strange reason, I trusted him.
"You didn't know because you never asked. Oh, Sheila, there is so much more that you don't know about me," Morgan said with a dangerous smirk.
"Why don't you tell me about your brother?" I asked, wanting to know more.
"We haven't been in touch for a very long time," Morgan said, with a gloomy expression.
I was about to ask him a very important question: "Why?" Why had he and his brother stopped talking? What happened? But my questions were brought to a complete standstill when I saw the high decking of the castle roof. Fuck. It was Killian's. I couldn't possibly be back to the Crescent North Pack.
"No! No! No!" I gasped in disbelief.
Why in the bloody hell did we come back here?
Morgan said we were taking a shortcut out of the forest, but instead he led me back here. To my mate, but why?
A crazed thought popped up. Was he sent by Killian to find me and to lead me back to him?
"You lied to me. All this while, you knew who my mate was, did Killian send you?" I sparked, angrily, getting mad at myself for trusting a stranger.
"As if. I could care less about Killian." He chuckled but wasn't smiling. He must have noticed that I was on to his treachery. "I did this for you. Sheila, I have a very good explanation for this. Trust me," Morgan quickly let out, while looking at me.
"You bloody swine! You just tricked me and you expect me to trust you. How foolish do you think I can be? " I yelled at him. The bitter and painful feeling of being betrayed stung me hard like a bitch.
I turned to leave before someone found me. But quickly, Morgan gripped my arm.
"Not too fast little wolf, I'm only doing all this for your good, so would you please calm the hell down?" He tickled his brow, before sighing. "Please," Morgan pleaded, placing his right hand in his thick black hair.
He claims that he did it all for my good. Liar! I don't understand how taking me back to my mate that I ran away from was for my good.
It didn't take too long, and we were surrounded by Killian's pack warriors. About twenty of the Crescent North Pack wolves completely circled us, including Rowan, Mason, and Allen. I was trapped. There was no escape from this one. Only the goddess knew what was going to happen next.
I could see Killian approaching us with an angry scowl. If it were to be possible for looks to kill, then I bet I would be dead and bleeding all across the ground. He looked pissed as he stood before me. What was going to become of me now?
"Sheila!" He growled, but as soon as his gaze fell upon Morgan, my companion, he fell silent, and his face portrayed what I could only discern as confusion and shock.
Why was he shocked to see Morgan? Didn't Killian send him to bring me back?
I looked at Morgan, who stood beside me, and he had a knowing smirk on.
"Hello brother, miss me?" Morgan said with a smile, and all Killian responded with was a low-key growl. He didn't seem pleased to see Morgan.
Oh, good goddess, Killian and Morgan were brothers. That would explain the strange familiarity I saw in Morgan; they both shared the same blood running through their veins and a resemblance too. It's just been clarified. That would make Killian the brother Morgan spoke about; the same one he hasn't spoken to for so long.
"Brielle!" Killian called out for Brielle without taking his fixed gaze off Morgan, who also did the same thing.
Brielle walked forward "Yes, Alpha Killian?" She was looking at him.
"Escort Sheila back to her chamber and make sure she remains there. Is that clear? " Killian said, his gaze still unmoved from his brother.
Brielle moved to my side, leading me forward, her eyes looking as though she was trying to convey a message to me but couldn't right now. I followed her without complaining, sparing one last look at my mate and his brother.
Oh, fuck! This wouldn't end well for me.