Chapter 82
‘So handsome, I thought to myself as I watched Bash sleeping next to me.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d slept for but I’d woken up to find him by my side. He looked so peaceful; his hair had tousled into a mess as his chest softly rose and fell. I could have watched him for hours.
I lost track of time as I recounted the events that had transpired the evening prior but soon Bash stirred next to me. In his slumber, a strand of hair fell across his face and I
couldn’t help but reach out and gently brush it away back into place. It was so silky to touch.
As my eyes drifted back to his face though I froze, realising he was now awake and watching me.
“Morning,” he mumbled sleepily, reaching out to pull me close to him.
I had fallen asleep in one of his t-shirts but could still feel his warmth through the fabric. If not for the confusion of his words, I would have melted myself into his touch willingly. But the nagging in my mind prevented me, forcing me to pick up on the oddity. How could it still be morning when I knew I’d slept for at least a few hours?
“…Morning?” I asked slowly. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Just over a day. You were dead to the world, completely comatose.”
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I tensed up immediately realising that, if that were true, then I’d disappeared without notice for over an entire day. Were my parents freaked out? I knew I was exhausted from using that newfound authority but I hadn’t realised I’d be out cold for so long. The tax it took on my body must have been far more severe than I thought.
I sat up and knew I needed to leave as soon as possible. If they already had people out looking for me then this was the last place they should find me.
“Why didn’t you wake me?!”
I tried to squirm off the bed but he held me back, his arm around my waist.
“Relax! I already handled it all. I told your attendant you were safe but had a rough night and were staying with a friend.”
I turned back to look at him. “…No one can know I’m here,
Bash.”
With a sleepy sigh and completely unphased by my stress, he shifted into a sitting position to tighten his grip on me. “I already figured you’d say that so I told her to be discreet with the information.”
It took a few seconds to fully process his words but finally, I exhaled in relief knowing that Lily would make up an adequate excuse to appease my parents. At least there was no search party out looking for me.
“Come on,” he said, guiding me to lie back down again.
He pulled me up against his chest once more so we were face- to-face and softly kissed my forehead between my knitted
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brows. I could already guess what he was thinking.
“You worry too much,” he grumbled, confirming my suspicion.
“You need to take this seriously, Bash,” I said quietly. “Do you realise what would happen if word got out?”
“I’m aware,” he replied, much to my surprise.
“…If you know then why did you pursue me in the first place? …Why come back to the Lock Heart?”
His eyes were serious, a sharpness to them I rarely saw. He was like a different person when he was this focused, so contrasted to his normally playful manner.
“Because it’s avoidable,” he said. “The issues are surrounding our positions and Benjamin, right? There are ways around it.”
I looked at him incredulously. If he knew the ramifications of this so well then he was just as insane as me for trying to pull this off.
“…Is being with me really worth starting a war, Bash?”
He avoided my eyes as he remained deep in thought. “…Maybe,” he said distantly.
His gaze then softened, his normal demeanour returning. “Maybe… Well, since one of the issues is because of my future status, then maybe I’ll just… let it go. Personally, I think I’ve missed my calling in life to become a trophy husband. You can be the breadwinner Beta if you really want.”
Even if he was joking, I still stared at him in disbelief. He really was mental.
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“Bash, you can’t just abandon your pack like that.”
“Being an Alpha seems overrated but okay, sure,” he said, not even trying to hide his smirk anymore. “But who said I’d want you as my Luna anyway? You’d probably be terrible at it. Only those with seven years of Luna experience need apply for the future entry-level job offered at the Black Alder pack. Unfortunately, you’re one year short of the minimum application requirement, ma’am.”
I hit his shoulder and started to play fight him much to his amusement. He quickly restrained me within his arms though, laughing the entire time.
“But in all seriousness,” he said, finally continuing, “it doesn’t bother me. If it means being with you then I’m happy to do whatever, Winona.”
“Then you’re just as crazy as me,” I replied. “This is literally the worst decision I’ve ever made and I’ve done a lot of dumb shit
recently.”
He shrugged. “Possibly, possibly.”
“…I really don’t see a way where we can ever be public-.”
“Shhh,” he said, silencing my lips with a kiss. “Let’s just enjoy the moment for a second. We have plenty of time to argue about whether we go public or not. And besides, it’s not really much of an argument when I could just….” He started kissing his way up from my chest, along my shoulder… up until I could feel his warm breath on my neck. “…Do this.”
He licked the side of my neck, the exact spot where a mate mark would go, and a shiver of pleasure spread throughout my whole body. I remembered that I also have Sebastian’s
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mark on my body in my previous life. Maybe that’s the way fate works?
I knew how amazing it would feel to wear that mark. It would bring us together in ways no one else would ever be able to compare again. And Benjamin never marked me before so I have never felt it.
But a mark had its own complicated downsides; one of which was that if we were to go through a mate rejection post- marking, the process would potentially kill us. Our wolves were unlikely to survive the intense heartache associated wi rejection from a mate already fully bonded; a rejection considered more painful than the death itself.
However, aside from rejection, a mark meant that there could be no other mate until one of the bonded died. It was unquestionable, final. And whilst the normal death of a mate was painful, it did not mean the surviving party would die also like during the rejection process.
It meant that my life would be fully tied to Bash and, by extension, his pack; something that Leo would want to prevent at all costs… And yet a part of me wanted him to do it. To quell any doubts in my mind over whether being with Bash was okay because by that point it would be too late. By taking the choice away, it would free me in a way.
“…Bash,” I moaned out, the internal battle inside me raging as he continued to kiss me along that area of my neck. “…Stop that!” It was a weak request.
“Make me,” he replied.
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