Page 78 of Tangled Fates

I sighed, wanting nothing more than to be happy. My wolf was getting restless, so I shifted, running around the perimeter before running into the waterfall. I shifted under the water hoping to wash away my heartache.

When my hunger was too much to ignore, I got out of the water shaking off the excess and walked to the tower. The door was left open with a towel hanging off the knob.

It smelled like her as I wiped my face dry, taking a deep breath. The ache in my gut grew exponentially as my cock got hard. Trying to distract myself, I threw on some sweats that were left for me, shaking off my desire.

Food; I needed food. I shook my head trying to dispel the carnal need I had to be buried deep inside of her. Trudging up the stairs, I took some breaths through my mouth to stop her delicious scent from invading my desires and needs.

The kitchen was empty, thankfully. I expected to see one of the twins or all of them down here. I took the small win until I noticed two plates of food on the stove with a small piece of paper with my name on it, in elegant cursive.

I was fucked if I thought her handwriting was perfect just like her. My abdomen fluttered with nerves that she thought of me even though I had been an ass. She left food for me, and my mind be damned. I was helpless against this woman.

Taking the plates to the barstool, I sat my ass down to eat. It was fucking delicious. My wolf was content eating food she had left for us, he was biding his time for now. He was confident that I would lose the battle with the bond.

Once I finished my food, I sat at the island, full and content. That's when the first moan reached my ears. It was so soft I didn’t know if I imagined it, or I was so horny I was starting to hear things. This time the moan was louder, and the sound went straight to my cock. Pleasure steamrolled through me and the urge to thrust my hips into nothing should have brought me shame, if I hadn’t been overridden with lust.

The sound of the bed hitting the wall filled my mind with images of fucking her from behind as I brought her to pleasure she would never forget. Subconsciously, I ran my hand over my cock, needing a release. Another moan echoed, louder and more wanton.

One time. I would stroke myself to her and those needy moans that were driving me crazy. I quickly put the dishes in the sink, walked to the sofa, ready to allow myself pleasure when I remembered Serena.

“I love that you always want me, that you’re so needy for me. It’s like you can’t get enough of me.”

My nostrils flared, my jaw clenched, and I was ready to jump out of the window to escape the louder moans I was about to jerk myself to.

Meow!

I looked over to find that grumpy cat looking pissed off, growling as he came down the stairs. The pounding on the wall and her moans grew louder, sending my body into a weird state of grief and arousal.

I snarled, my wolf was getting angry with me. The stairs would take me too long to leave, I opened the window to get ready to jump out when the cat meowed loudly again. Glancing back at the cat, he was by the stairs and for a moment I swear I could feel his disapproval.

I grumbled as I hopped off the ledge and followed him down the stairs. Once we reached the door, he weaved in between my legs, meowing loudly and then followed me out. It was a gorgeous night, it wasn’t hot or cold but goddess, I missed my bed, my home and everything before this nightmare. I walked to the rock I slept on last night, and the furball followed me.

The rock was shaped perfectly like one of those chairs by the pool. Laying down on it left me feeling sore, but it was better than sleeping on the ground with the bugs and ants. Sitting down I grabbed the moss I used for a pillow, putting it under my head when the cat jumped onto my lap. He meowed, walking around my lap until he settled, like I was his own personal bed.

Immediately I wanted to push him off, but there was something about this cat that brought me comfort. He was someone I just bonded with over hearing something I definitely shouldn't have. I’m sure hearing his owner have sex wasn’t on the list of things he ever wanted to hear either.

I resisted the urge to pet him until I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran my hand over the top of his head and was quickly rewarded with purring. Befriending the cat seemed like the best thing that has happened lately because dealing with what I had just lost and what I had gained was tearing me apart.

At least I wasn’t alone.

28

ORIA

The sun rose, giving way to the new day, but no matter how brightly the sun shined, dread and disappointment left me uneasy. All our attempts to get out of here had failed. Nothing I made yesterday worked, and if I didn’t find something this morning, they were going to leave.

It was for the best; they needed to leave. Mother would not take too kindly for someone to be here and my doubts about her were only cementing the idea that Mother was using me.. The amount of money she was making off the Oria vials made me believe she was pocketing most of it and making it seem like we had nothing to live on.

She was manipulating me to work hard to produce more for her own gain but what would she need all that money for? The more I thought about it, the more I realized there was a lot I didn’t know about the situation. Mother had secrets that she had been hiding for years and here I was thinking everything she was doing had been for me. Mother was painting a very different picture than reality and I couldn’t stay here anymore. If I stayed, my life would be within this mountain, and I would rather die than be taken from my mates or live the rest of my existence here. I hadn’t aged in almost two hundred years, and I didn’t want to find out how long I could live for with my power.

Eternity was a long time.

The room grew brighter when an idea formed in my head. I still had time and I would use every minute I had to get the hell out of here. The twins weren't asleep when I jumped out of the bed, my body deliciously sore from the way they worshiped me last night.

“Sunshine?” Gray sat up, looking adorable with his disheveled hair and boyish smile.

“Blondie, isn’t it too early?” Soren was a mirror image of his brother down to his boyish grin.

“I have an idea that I want to try before you leave,” I said, throwing on a long dress.

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