A Cupcake & a Confession #2
It was night, and we had just had dinner at the Alphas’ home. I mean, I’d call it a small mansion, really... the kitchen was huge yet cosy. I had insisted on helping clean up.
“I’m okay,” I said, smiling and flashing her a peace sign. “Thank you for everything.”
“Anytime,” she replied with a smile. “Heat is a bitch.” I laughed.
“Oh, it definitely is,” I agreed. “Aunty… I know what Liam did brought back painful memories, but he really regrets it…” She smiled sadly at me and came over, flicking my forehead lightly.
“Are you trying to speak in his defence?” She asked, amused.
“Maybe?” I said sheepishly. “He made a mistake, but there were factors and he’s still working on redeeming himself. I love him, and I don’t want you to be upset with him.” Did I sound too bossy? I hoped not… but she just smirked slightly.
“I’m glad you both finally got there… I swear, it took you long enough!” She teased. “Don’t worry. I’m okay, and I know he’ll be okay, too. You better head to bed, it’s late.”
I nodded and dashed out of the kitchen, up the steps I’d climbed countless times throughout my childhood. However, unlike back then, I didn’t stop at Kia’s room; I walked right past it to my mate’s room.
I opened it and saw him towel drying his hair. He was shirtless and I almost drooled at how delicious he looked. Water trickled down that muscular chest of his, down his chiselled abs, and into the band of his sweatpants that hung low on his hips, showing off his perfectly groomed V.…
“Hey,” I said, my stomach fluttering as I shut the door behind me.
“Hey…” he said, tossing the towel into the washing hamper.
My core ached and I knew, deep down, I wanted him completely. I had told him earlier; I just hoped he would lead the way. He pulled me closer, his hands closing around my waist.
“So… I was thinking… once I’m caught up with the work around-”
He grimaced, closing his eyes and stepping away. My heart thumped, feeling the darkness surge around him once again.
“Shit…”
“Hey, hey, look at me,” I said, gripping his face.
“I’m okay,” he said, looking up at me. His eyes were darkening to a deep navy. I could feel his struggle. I pressed my lips against his, kissing him deeply until I felt him calm down and finally kiss me back slowly. His heart was beating hard in his chest.
“We are going to get through this,” I whispered.
But how? It was getting stronger, and I knew he was trying his best to fight it…
The door suddenly opened, and we both turned, moving apart to see Azura standing there in a fluffy unicorn onesie with her hood up, holding a large unicorn plushie in her hand.
“Waven, are you having a sleepover?”
“Umm, yes, I am Zuzu,” I said as Liam smiled slightly.
“Then why I not invited?” She asked unhappily.
“Baby, what have I told you about knocking?” Aunty Red’s voice came.
“I sleep with Waven,” Azura stated firmly.
“No, baby, come, you can-”
“Let her. I don’t mind,” I said, glancing at Liam, who raised an eyebrow, looking unhappy. “We can all sleep here, right, Wiyam?” I cooed. He nodded, despite the fact that it looked like he was pouting. Aunty Red raised her own eyebrows.
“Are you sure…?”
I looked at Azura, who was staring at me with those large blue doe eyes. They were glistening with tears that threatened to fall should I refuse the little chibi.
“Of course, I’m sure!” Bending down, I held my arms open to her, and she ran straight into them, planting a big kiss on my cheek.
“Yay! I sleep with Waven!”
“Great…” Liam said as Aunty Red gave us a wave and shut the door.
And that was how we spent the night, Liam’s arm under my head, my back to his chest, and me facing Azura, who was hugging her unicorn as she told me endless stories.
“Oh, wow, that’s amazing,” I said, listening to another story.
“Yes, and then….” she carried on.
So, what were you saying earlier? I asked Liam through the link, very aware of his body heat behind me and his hand that rested on my hip.
I was saying I wanted to take you out…
I bit my lip the moment his lips touched my neck, his scent making my mind fuzzy and my core clench.
Out?
Yeah. I have some stuff I need to catch up on, but the day after Dad’s birthday… you and me? Have a small getaway? He asked, his voice husky and seductive. I knew that if Azura wasn’t here, I would have pushed him onto his back and kissed him hard.
I like the idea, I said, sounding breathless even through the mind-link.
Perfect, he replied, and I smiled. I couldn’t wait.
A sudden thought came back to me and my smile faded away. Robyn’s words echoed in my made, her theory that Liam would have to give me up...
Was that the answer? But that didn’t make sense. Damon and I had ended things, so how did that work? Something didn’t feel right about it. I may not be smart, but deep down, I didn’t think that was the answer. But a selfless act from himself... what if that was the answer?
It was finally the day of Uncle El’s forty-fifth birthday, and there was going to be a party in the packhouse.
There was still no sign of Owen waking up, but, to my relief, there had been no more killings. I wondered if I was just being too paranoid, and it was Owen. Hmm, I still didn’t believe that, though.
As for Liam, he was losing control, and it broke me to see that. Seeing him fight to the extent that he was harming himself to keep himself weak- I hated it.
“Fuck, baby!” I whimpered, watching him stab the dagger into his stomach right in front of me.
We had just gotten ready for the party when it flared up again. We were kneeling on the floor in his bedroom, and I bit my lip, watching him yank the knife from his already bandaged abdomen, the blood spreading on the white bandages.
“You’re killing yourself,” I whispered, cupping his face and pressing my forehead to his.
“I’m fine,” he said hoarsely.
He had lost his colour over the last few days, and I could see the constant pain he was in. Well, obviously, when he kept stabbing himself to control it. With his healing sealed away, he was badly injured.
I stood up, silently grabbed another roll of bandages, and returned to his side. He stood up, removing his teal shirt, and I began wrapping it up.
“You look beautiful,” he said softly.
I looked up at him, fighting back my emotions. I could see the love and admiration in his eyes as he looked me over, trying his best to act normal when I was breaking at the pain that he was in.
“I like the colour on you,” he whispered, caressing my cheek.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
I wore a deep brown, strapless, knee-length, satin dress with a slit down the left thigh. My hair was up in a messy bun, and I had some sparkly beige fishnet ankle heels. My lips were painted a deep matte brown to match my dress.
“You look as handsome as ever, too. But you already know that,” I said, tucking the bandage in.
I tip-toed, locking my arms around his neck and claiming his lips with my own.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight.
I lost myself in his kiss, loving the way he dominated me, the way he bent me backwards as he kissed me as if it were for the last time.
Please, Goddess, don’t let anything happen to him.
We broke apart and my gaze dipped to his neck. His scent intoxicated me. The sudden urge to mark him consumed me, and I pulled him closer, my canines elongating, but before I could sink them into his neck, he pulled away.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his heart thudding. I felt a sharp sting of pain rip through me.
“I want to mark you…” I said softly. I thought maybe, just maybe, it would help with the darkness.
“No, love… not now,” he said, quietly looking down.
“What?” I knew I sounded upset, and I was, but I couldn’t deny the hurt I felt. “Why can’t I mark you?” He looked away; I could hear his thundering heart as he turned away, going to his wardrobe to take out a fresh shirt.
“It’s just… let’s not rush it. I mean, maybe at a better-” I closed the gap between us and grabbed his arm, turning him to face me.
“Liam. What is it?” He was never a good liar. My heart was hammered incredibly fast against my ribcage, my stomach twisting with unease. There was more to it.
“It’s nothing, baby. Let’s not do this right now.”
“No! We need to do this right now. Why can’t I mark you?”
He looked down for a few moments, but I didn’t let go of him, waiting for my answer. He looked into my eyes, his cerulean orbs wracked with guilt, but the words that left his lips felt like a knife had just been plunged into my heart.
“Because if I do die… I don’t want it to break you completely.”