Ultimatum #3
“The bond is there.”
“But without it, if you had to choose-”
“Liam… let’s not do this,” I pleaded.
“Fine, as I said, we’ll figure it out,” he said coldly.
I love you, Liam. I want to help you. He was going through so much...
I hugged him tighter, feeling him throb against my leg but I still didn’t let go of him. His scent, the way his body moulded so perfectly with mine…
A silence fell between us, and I could sense his irritation lessening.
“Tell me how you got your scar,” I whispered, not daring to look up. He let out a slow breath, as if pondering where to start.
“It was on one of our training visits up North. Some of the boys and I were out for some drinks, and there was this alpha who was being a fucking dickhead towards us. He was from another country, so obviously, British pack laws under Alejandro didn’t apply to him, and he was acting like a fucking entitled dipshit.
He was too fucking full of himself, and I needed to vent…
I may have underestimated him a little as he was carrying a blade laced with poison and was trying to gouge my eye out.
I managed to do a number on him with his own fucking knife, too, until Rayhan pulled me off him,” he said, not sounding very impressed.
I jerked back, staring up at him shocked.
“Liam… you have never been so impulsive.” I was shocked.
“Yeah… well, things change,” he said, his voice cold once more. Even then, despite the coldness in his voice, his embrace was warm. He looked down at me. Raising one hand, he brushed my hair back, sending tingles of pleasure through me.
“I like this colour better,” he said quietly, “and the length.”
My heart skipped a beat, my stomach fluttering at his compliment as he pushed my bangs back off my forehead, looking into my eyes. I always kept them long so I could hide behind them if needed. Our hearts raced and as much as I wanted to kiss him, I wasn’t ready for more.
“Thanks… so I see you got a tattoo. What’s it of?” I asked curiously.
“Is that your way of asking me to strip?” He asked, caressing my leg.
“No,” I said, trying to ignore his tantalising touch.
“I’ll show it to you sometime,” he said, his gaze falling on my lips once again.
“Liam... have you noticed your eyes sometimes darken? Like, not your wolf’s eyes, I mean, they go really dark, like navy?” I asked hesitantly. The slight softness that had been in his eyes vanished and he looked at me sharply, frowning.
“No, what do you mean?”
“When you tore my shirt… your eyes weren’t normal,” I said softly. Reaching up, I caressed his jaw. The prickle of his stubble felt good against my fingertips. I didn’t want him to get angry, but it was eating up at me. His brows knitted together, and he clenched his jaw.
“Are you sure you weren’t just fucking imagining that?” He asked, tapping my ass. I gasped, jerking away, my cheeks burning as I glared at him.
“Hey!”
“Nice ass,” he remarked as I scooted away, grabbing the gummy bears.
“Of course it’s nice and cute. I’ve worked out a lot,” I grumbled, frowning as I looked at him. Was he trying to change the topic? “Liam… I’m serious, I didn’t imagine those eyes. Even earlier in your office, when you were playing with that knife, your eyes changed… and it didn’t seem normal…”
I felt like an idiot. I shouldn’t have mentioned it. He clearly didn’t believe me, and I knew it didn’t really make sense either…
“Never mind. Maybe you’re right, and it’s just me,” I said, brushing my hair back.
“You don’t actually believe that,” he said, seemingly thinking about something. “There’s something I wouldn’t mind a second opinion on.”
He got off the bed and walked into his closet. I wondered what he meant, glancing at the TV that no one was paying attention to. He returned after a short while holding an old book.
“What’s that?” I asked curiously as he picked up the remote and put some music on instead. Not a wise move, Blue Eyes…
He walked to the bed, my heart skipping a beat at just the thought of one day this being permanent. I pushed the thought away when he sat down on the bed, frowning deeply.
“Grandma Amelia left me this book. Inside it was this note and a card I used to always draw when she did our readings. I don’t have any fucking idea what it means,” he said hesitantly.
I knew he wasn’t sure if he should share.
I took the card and note, frowning as I stared down at it.
I knew a little about readings, and this card definitely depicted darkness.
“You drew this card?” I asked, feeling my stomach knot uncomfortably.
“Yeah, three times. After that, she refused to read our cards,” he said, settling back on the bed. His shirt rode up slightly as he flipped the book open, showing off his defined V. I looked away quickly and down at the card, frowning.
“Why not ask Rayhan to ask his mate? I’m sure they’ll know what it means,” I said. “His mate’s powerful, Kia said so.”
“That’s an idea, actually. I looked online and didn’t find shit. This card doesn’t exist in normal tarot cards.”
“That’s because I doubt these are just any cards. We all know of Grandma Amy’s lineage,” I said, staring at the card. “And if you don’t want to share why you want to have this card read, I’m sure they won’t question you.”
“Hmm, it’s not that late... let me see if he’s awake.” He grabbed his phone, typing a quick text before dropping the phone on the bed.
“What’s that book about?” I asked.
“She left it to me. It’s about a curse on the Deimos line and the prophecy of light and darkness,” he said.
That piqued my interest, but before I could even ask if I could have a look, his phone started ringing- an incoming video call from Rayhan.
“Let’s hope she has answers,” Liam muttered.