Gwen??

"Let's take a break, everyone!" I bellowed, bending over in quick pants from exhaustion. "I think we should retire for the day." I checked my time. "The sun is already becoming too hot."

"I thought you will never say that," Abby spoke up, ambling towards me. Like me, the awry lines on her forehead showed how tired she was.

We have been here since we returned from the clinic. Working endlessly at the arena. Today, we came for weeding. It appears since last year when they used it, they didn't put it in order. So, the place was messed up.

"I'm sorry I took so long." I put on a ghost of a smile. "I thought we will be able to beat the time and finish up before the sun... blasted." We began making our way towards the podium to pick our stuff as every other person made preparation to leave.

"It will take a week to get everything together before calling in the logistic team to finish up." While she spoke, her eyes roved the yard.

"I'm happy we have done a lot." I placed my right palm over my mouth as I indulged in a small yawn. "I need a warm bath and sleep."

"Me too," she concurred. "After having my afternoon shepherd's pie. The cook would see hell if I don't have it ready once we get home." We snickered the remaining way to the car.

Getting home, we got out of the car and made it to the front door that flung open and we entered, exchanging pleasantries with the rotund butler. He behaved just like his name.

At the intersection that led to our different chambers, I kissed Abby goodbye and hurried to my room. My eyes were heavy with fatigue and I just needed to rest before I will do any other thing today.

Hurling the door open and going in, I relaxed against it with my eyes closed and my head up to exhale. I still have to train today. And observe the God-damned temple prayers.

Argh!

My nostrils tingled, the air returning back, bringing with it the pungent dose of a familiar pheromone. Ashton. My eyes snapped open with force, skimming about in search of him as my ears caught the rushing sound of water gushing in the bathroom.

Fuck!

Couldn't he have chosen a better time to come here? I have gotten used to seeing him only at night. How come he was here by this time?

I pushed off the door and made my way to the closet, with mixed feelings. On one hand, I was disappointed he was here. Because now I can't freely observe my rest-not with his prominent addictive scent everywhere-not to mention when I see him. I can't. Then, there inside me, I think I'm delighted he came here today. Perhaps, he is starting to change.

Did he miss me?

My hand was rapidly flipping the clothes in my side of the wardrobe to fetch anything appropriate. An act to keep me busy so I don't look at him when he emerged from the shower.

I didn't notice he has come out of the bathroom, as quiet as a predatory cat. He cleared his throat, and I stiffened, my hands on the hanger freezing. I gulped down an 'unpresent' bile. Why am I behaving like this is my first time seeing him? He came in the other evening too. But, not this early.

"What are you doing?" The baritone of his timbre vocals made me tremble. It has always been deep, Gwen. Get ahold of yourself and stop acting childish. This is why he hardly takes me serious.

I dropped my hands and faced him. Boldly. "I'm on my own side of the wardrobe." I indicated my clothes. "You can pretend like I'm not here."

He scoffed. "You act so stupid." He spat out.

"Thanks." I veered to continue looking for something that was hardly there. As if.

"Where did you go to?"

"It's none of-"

"When I ask a question, you fucken answer me." He lashed out icily like he was talking to a pup.

My pulse increased as I began seething inside. Gone was the pleasant anxiety that I felt mostly as I recollected how he smacked my ass the other evening, to be replaced by the metallic taste of contempt in my mouth which made me want to bite him. To attack and vent out all my frustrations on him. "The arena for the games won't clean itself." I bit out, instead.

I came to rest, now this.

"Look at me."

My hand wavered, my teeth gritting. Why can't he talk to me normally? Like his mate. Rather than ordering me like his slave. I crossed my arms on my chest and slowly shifted to face him. And froze.

How come I didn't notice before?

An ash towel was wrapped loosely on his lean waist, hanging low to reveal the tautest V-line my eyes has ever seen. Not like I have seen many. Still.

I forgot myself and the anger raging within as my eyes trailed from the V-line, upwards to his ten-packs-his abs almost ripping out- his budded nipples, his biceps that flared. Every part of this man was... a sin.

My eyes flew back to the V-line and spiritedly prayed for the towel to fall off so I can look at what was concealed inside. I have sucked it, and felt it inside my pussy but at this point, I think I would cum merely by seeing it pulsate for me. "Gwendolyn!"

I jerked back, my hands falling off my chest. I touched my forehead in shame and looked around. Just two seconds. Two seconds and I couldn't control my wanton behaviour. No wonder he sees me as a trash. My behaviour is utterly repulsive. Would you blame me? Even knowing that, I still wanted to look again.

I blinked repeatedly. Then, braved looking at his curious hypnotizing blues. He was smirking. This monster knew what he was doing. He did it intentionally.

I opened my mouth to ask 'what' but was caught off guard as I abruptly found myself flat against the wardrobe door, my left leg suspended on the lap of Ashton as he pressed into me.

"How could you look at me like that, little wolf?" He whispered. "You couldn't even mask your hunger for me." Fuck, Ashton was a like drug. I hated it, yet, my existence depended on it.

I gasped feebly, my hungry eyes latching unto him in a plea not to let go. I touched his stomach tentatively. It was hard as a rock.

His animal growled, fighting to be set free.

"For making me hard, I'm going to fuck you the way Lycae desires." He groaned and clashed his lips on mine.

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