Cuando Sus Ojos Abrieron Por Simple Silence

Jane

Paisley is curled up against her father’s side, her small head resting on his chest, rising and falling with his low, steady breaths. I must not have been very attentive when I poked my head into the nursery, but then again it can be hard to make out one pup from another when they sleep in a cuddle pile. Not to mention my entire being is currently consumed by flames.

Backing away, I pull the door shut with a gentle click. There is only one power on earth that could overpower the base animal instincts of my heat, and that is the maternal drive to put my pup’s needs above my own. Slinking away down the hall, I try to figure out what to do with myself. I’ve never gone through a heat alone. It’s only ever come on around Ethan, and even after I became his slave, only he could give me comfort.

My wolf needed to be bred- by him and no one else. If there was another Alpha alive whom my wolf would accept, I’ve never met him. Maybe I can make it through to the morning if I take a sleeping pill. I think weakly, and maybe if l just stay away from Ethan, it will go away on its own.

I know better than to think this. Among our kind a heat lasts until one’s wolf is satisfied, and while I might try to reason with my wolf, I know she ‘ll never be satisfied without being rutted. Besides, the longer it goes on the worse the pain will become, until l’m absolutely begging Ethan to claim me.

The inner well of courage | tapped into at Linda’s is fading the more time that passes. So I hobble away down the hall, bent double as I backtrack to my own room, and trying to think of any way to keep my former mate at bay. I hate thinking of myself as a coward, but I also can’t help thinking that if anyone has the right – it’s me. I have so much to lose, and I know what it means to lose everything in a way most people never will.

“Janey?” The sound of his rich voice sends me leaping into the air.

Turning hesitantly, my knees go weak when | lay eyes on him. He’s wearing pajama bottoms and nothing else, the carved contours of his muscular ch3st illuminated in the dim hall lights. His strong jaw is covered in a thin layer of scruff, and his wolf is already glowing in his eyes, no doubt brought to the surface by my scent.
“l just came to say thank you,” I stammer vaguely, for helping me earlier:”

If l want to get away before we both lose control, I need to do so now. We have mere minutes left before I lose the will to keep fighting, and once l do he won’t hold back. He’ll let himself go into rut, and then we’ll both be powerless to stop our wolves.

I start to turn away again, but I freeze when he purrs. “Not so fast, little wolf”

Whimpering, I brace my weight against the wall, listening to his footsteps approach behind me as my heart pounds in my chest. Before l know it he’s standing so close behind me that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. “Why did you come back, Jane?” He asks, brushing my hair away from my neck, so that his warm breath flutters over his mark.

“Because I felt guilty for imposing on Linda’s hospitality” | lie anemically.

so?” He replies, nibbling the shell of my ear and sliding one powerful arm around my middle, supporting my weight even though

even as

more and more powerful now that he’s near, and it’s only with the greatest effort that I can stay

hand dipping dangerously close to the center of my need. “Are you

late for

only whimper, rocking my h!ps back against him. My head lolls back against his broad ch3st, exposing the column of my throat to his l!ps and fangs, and preying he’ll claim me that way he used to. In the back of my mind I realize I’ve tipped over the edge, too needy to be afraid now – or perhaps too needy

me to touch you, you need

h!p. “‘d be more than happy to help you, baby. You have no idea

the memories and sensations of having him inside of me. A pool of wetness is soaking my p*nties, and if

his hands from me completely and sending a flood of cold air over my body.”| can just put you to bed and

myself. I’m already reaching for his hands, eager to return them

He teases me, grazing featherlight fingers down my arms before

Ethan.” I beg, turning to face him.

his hands, studying my flushed cheeks and shining eyes. “Poor little wolf”

agree, rubbing myself against him in the hopes of marking

face captive even

who hurt me so badly, while struggling to contain my wolf who, like his own, doesn’t seem to give a damn that we aren’t fated. All she knows if that’s her mate is in front of her, whether the

the tear on his thumb, “ls it the pain?” He questions gently, easing

tears surging forth, and l’m too

and m0an, holding onto