Chapter 40 Ava: Make Your Decision

Selene's words echo in my mind for a long time.

Is that why you took so long to come to me?

She sighs. It was a consideration, she says, and leaves it at that.

For the first time, I think I'm truly grateful that I was a defect. If I'd had Selene—if I'd gone into heat like this in the pack…

The life I would lead makes me shudder.

Thankfully, thinking about it helps with the symptoms of heat, too. Nothing like an instant turn-off even in the face of Lycan reproductive urges.

Wait a second. Why aren't you affected by my heat, if it's because of the Lycan part of me?

Selene's silence has me narrowing my eyes at the empty air. Selene!

I am not as young or as inexperienced as you, child. A heat does not overcome me in that way.

So, I'm young and inexperienced, and therefore I become a slutty ball of desire when I go through heat? Not fair.

Be careful, Selene says out of nowhere.

I look around, but I'm alone. My heat isn't out of control. What?

He's going to come through the window. Your guards are unaware.

Shit.

What do I do?

I need to tell the nurse.

Mating with an alpha would help your heat. You can do it without a claiming, if you want. You don't have to be fully mated just because you mate once or twice.

Um.

so I could stare at her. I thought you didn't want me to mate with

loyal to a fate who didn't recognize what he had. I just

Oh.

that makes

I want

brink of insanity, he's doing everything in his power to protect me. Guards

stark contrast to

rejected me so callously after our moment in the garden. Lucas, who made me feel like I was nothing. Lucas, who

And yet...

door. Is

what to think

the way he made me feel alive and whole. But my mind reminds me of the agony that followed, of the shame

would be so easy to give in to the temptation, to give in to my heat and do what my body's urging me to do. To mate with a near-stranger. To let Clayton soothe the desperate, aching need that

I truly want? Or is it just the heat talking, clouding my

I don't know.

don't know what to

or by the expectations of others.

I have a choice, it feels impossible to make

Alert your nurses or choose Clayton. Hurry. He's almost there. If you can't make a decision, your

tiles of the shower stall. The icy water cascades over my body, but it does nothing to quell the searing flames that lick at

does this stupid heat come

Selene says. He's almost

skin. I feel like I'm being consumed from the inside

voice, Selene says, her tone steady and reassuring. Breathe through it.

words. But it's a losing battle. The fire within

craves it, craves the touch

scorched skin. But it's no

my mind conjuring

brand against my feverish flesh. The memory of our encounter in the garden flashes through my mind, vivid and torturous. The way he held me, the way he kissed me, the way he made me feel like I was the

desperate, keening sound escapes my lips as the need intensifies, coiling tight in my core. I crave his touch, his scent, his claiming. Every

down my body, my

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