Fated to the Werewolf King novel Chapter 11

Lily walked along the grassy and damp path. The stars sparkled high above her, a chill brushing along her skin. For a summer evening, it was rather cold. Goosebumps rose over her arms, spreading over her shoulders, back, chest, and legs. She tried to rub them away, to warm herself, but they continued to spread. She breathed out, her breath like white smoke. A sharp pain settled across her chest and as she glanced down, blood trickled down from a thin cut on her naked body. She touched it, hoping it wasn't real, but the warm fluid startled her. Another sharp pain drew her attention down to her wrists, where more blood was oozing out of the cuts. She went to speak, but her voice was gone.

"You thought you could escape me?" A voice sang around her. She felt a tightness in her chest as if someone was squeezing her heart to death. She tried to move, but the cold of the night froze her in place.

"I will find you." Another sharp pain settled on her neck, blood rushing down her body. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't do anything. A hand snaked around her throat and squeezed. She wanted to be free.

Crimson eyes and a deep growl rumbled through her body. The grasp on her throat loosened, and she could breathe again. Heat wrapped around her naked body, warming her skin, the goosebumps fading from existence. Fresh rain filled her senses, making her gasp out.

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Lily sat up quickly, sweat soaking her clothes as a storm thundered outside her window. She watched as the rain pelted heavily against the glass. She crawled out of bed, taking off her clothes and went into her bathroom. When she looked in the mirror, she looked at all the scars that covered her body. She washed her face, hoping the cold water would erase the dream she had. Jasper had gotten to her again, just when things were slowly getting better. Just when she was forgetting, he came back to remind her. Remind her he was the master. Yet she felt HIM. His heat, his smell, his eyes. His presence sent Jasper running.

She went back to her room, putting on a crop top and very short shorts, but she couldn't get back in the bed. It was as if Jasper was waiting beneath the covers for her. Lily left her room behind, letting her feet drag her away until they stopped in front of a door. She glanced at it, realizing that it was Jayce's door. She went to knock when his door swung open and he stood before her in his boxers, his hair tussled from sleep.

"Lily." He said her name, and that's all it took. Tears ran rampant down her cheeks as she looked up at him.

"He's in my dreams." She choked out, "Can I sleep with you? Please?" She pleaded. He reached out, hoisting her up so that he cradled her ass. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. She cried into his neck as he shut the door and carried her to his bed. He sat on the edge, rubbing her back and brushing her hair with his fingers. He didn't need to say anything. This was enough for her.

After she finally calmed down, she held onto him. He hadn't said a single word to her, but he continued to comfort her. She never realized how sweet he could really be when he's not acting like a dick. When she was around him, Jasper never came to mind. Everything felt normal for a change.

"Would you like to lie down now?" He asked her, and she nodded. He lifted her up, holding her with one arm as he laid down on the bed, holding her against him. She slipped down so her head lined with his chest. His bed was so soft. He pushed her hair from her face. His hand went to her lower back, stroking her skin in small circles. She finally looked up at him, his eyes gazing back. They held such intensity for someone that looked so tired.

"I'm sorry for waking you." She whispered. His eyelids shut.

"I wasn't sleeping." He grumbled tiredly.

What a liar.

She looked over his face, then down his neck and to his chest. Her fingers traced his tattoos on chest. He growled softly, but it wasn't threatening.

"You saved me." She said. His eyes opened again. His hand stopped moving. "I couldn't move. Couldn't scream. Couldn't breathe." She stopped tracing his tattoo, firmly pressing her hand on his chest. She felt his heart beat against her palm, "But then I felt your Wolf, and Jasper disappeared. Is that because of our soul-link?" She asked him. He ran his fingers up and down her waist slowly.

"That explains why he seemed so unsettled." He mumbled.

"He?"

"My Wolf. He must've felt something was off and intervened." He yawned.

"I'm glad he did." She leaned her head against his chest. She felt Jayce stiffen next to her, but then his arm wrapped around her. Her eyes fell shut, and the world around her faded to black.

The storm continued to rage outside when her eyes fluttered open, her legs stretching. An arm tightened around her waist, pressing her against a solid surface. Her vision cleared up and her eyes focused in on Jayce's peaceful face. His hair draped over his eyes like a silky black curtain. She listened to the thunder outside as she snuggled in closer to him, closing her eyes. Beneath his rough exterior, he was gentle and caring. Her arm slowly extended over his waist until her hand rested on his back. She felt him shudder in his sleep.

Time passed when she felt him stir finally. His muscles flexed as he stretched, strengthening his hold on her. His eyes blinked open a few times, shimmering lightly as he took in the still slightly dark room until his eyes rested on hers.

"Good morning." She said with a soft smile. His eyes fell shut again.

"I must be dreaming if you're in bed with me." His deep voice vibrated in his chest.

"It's not a dream." She said to him. His eyes flashed open again, looking down at her and then at the window.

"Well shit. What time is it?" He asked as he yawned, turning over slightly to lie on his back.

"I don't know. I left my phone in my room." She said, looking over to his nightstand where his phone sat and reached across him. She heard him inhale as she crossed over, tapping his phone screen.

9:47AM

"Quarter to ten." Lily told him, also taking notice of several blocked missed calls. "You have some missed calls too." She informed him. She peered down at him, blushing as she realized how close they were. Her bare stomach brushed against his hard abs, creating goosebumps to line her skin. These goosebumps were different. They were reacting in a self-aware way that made her blush even more.