18+ SPIN-OFF to The Eternal Curse
Everett has been waiting for his mate longer than most. He's fantasised about his future Luna joining him in his adventures. Together they will be indestructible.
But when he attends a committee meeting as the Alpha...
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When I wake up I expect to be feeling light and satisfied but instead it feels like there is a rock inside of my stomach weighing me down. The levels of anxiety inside my body are almost drowning me in guilt. What kind of guilt... I don't know.
I twist in the sheets but Everett holds me close.
Last night was a little crazy. But a good crazy.
I'd be a liar if I said I didn't like being dominated. I like being shown who's boss, who is in charge. I like submitting because it makes me feel worthy, it makes me feel in control of who I am deep down.
But today is a different story.
My heart aches like it's on fire and I somehow can't catch my breath but I don't want to wake Everett. I don't want him to know I'm like this because he's going to assume it was about last night and maybe somewhere deep down it is but it's not the root cause.
The root cause is embedded in my memories, my fears.
Men get bored. Men get bored. Men get bored. Be respectful because men get bored.
Everett stirs from his sleep a few minutes later but I look away from him so he can't see the look in my eye. Before he says anything, he covers my face with kisses until there hasn't been a single patch of skin he hasn't kissed.
"Good morning, angel," his voice is gruff.
Sleepy voices are made by the Gods.
"Morning," I mumble and bury my head into the pillow.
He places a finger under my chin and tilts. "How are you feeling today?"
I suck in a breath and I find his eyes. My lips form a false smile, nodding in response. "Good. You?"
Everett hums and presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. "Yeah, I feel good. Are you sore or anything?"
My head begins to shake because I haven't even thought about how I'm feeling downstairs. I'm trying to control this anxiety attack that is about to obliterate my chest at any given second.
So far I'm doing a good job at hiding it. I think.
"Good," he mumbles into my neck and I inhale his scent. It should calm me but it doesn't, it bundles my stomach into a knot and suddenly I feel sick.
I rip myself from the bed, strong enough to remove my body from Everett's death grip. My eyes look away from him and I head straight to the bathroom. He doesn't call after me or ask if something is wrong.
When I get to the bathroom I place my hands onto the basin and lower my head. Controlling my breathing before I start panicking, that's the last thing I want when he's right next door. He can't know. He can't know.
