🐲🐉A Howl In The Night🐲🐉
🌹She’s mine🌹
🌼From Novel r0m@nç£🌼
🍀Chapter 25 B🍀
🏃Runaways🏃
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“Mona.”
“Mona.”
A hand shakes my shoulder, j£rking me awake. My eyes sl!popen, and once again Light enters my world. “Who is this?” I ask groggily, my face probably reflecting the confusion I feel.
When everything solidifies, the first thing I notice is azure hair that is fine and long, each strand shimmering like a rainbow. Then a chiseled, stunningly handsome face comes into view, followed by eyes of green.
“You nee-d to get up for a little while and walk,” the man commands, letting go of my shoulder. I wearily sit up, looking at the scene beyond Xavier’s head. Once again I am in Xavier’s arms, the warmth and attra-ction almost immediately consuming me. The car is missing, and we are located right outside of a large building with plenty of windows.
“W-what?” I stutter as he gently places me on the ground. He starts to walk, and I follow him.
“We nee-ded to find a place for the night, so we chose to stay here. Both Ray and I figure that we have lost the council at this point, but we nee-d to move constantly to avoid them if they pick up on our trail. We had to park the car down the road from here. And you were asleep, leaving us to decide what to do with Little Miss Drooler.”
“I don’t!-”
“Yes, Mona,” he cuts me off, “you do.”
I huff, folding my arms in annoyance. I have never really thought about it before, but Xavier is probably right.
“So are we staying in a nice room?” I ask curiously.
“I guess you will have to see for yourself, now won’t you?” he says slowly, deliberately. For some reason, it seems to me as if I am stupid to him.
“I guess.” With these words, our conversation fizzles to nothing, and the awkward silence begins to swallow me whole. The h0tel is rather dingy, with dirty carpet and furniture. Xavier leads me down a small hallway, and then st©ps at one door. He pu-lls a key out of his pocket and slides it throu-gh a metal box hooked to the front of the door. There is a beep, and the door is yanked open by a gray haired Danae. She is completely old now, her skin wrinkled and rou-gh.
“Hey!” she greets me warmly, in mid-laugh. Ray comes to stand beside her, grinning like he just won the billion dollar lottery.
“I love TV!” Ray exclaims, his eyes bright and happy. He seems more loose and energetic with each pas-sing day, losing his negative attitude that he used to possess. I wonder what has caused him to change.
“What are you watching?” I ask curiously.
“It is this soap opera I found!” Danae smiles, “hurry and come in, its about to start and I don’t want to miss it!” When some sort of opening theme blares throu-gh speakers to our ears, she rushes to the be-d, plopping on it gracefully.
The room is small, with a door to the right, two be-ds, a kitchenette, a bathroom, and a small be-dside table. It is really large, though, compared to my old be-droom at the orphanage.
“We also got an adjoining room, by the way,” Danae calls over her shoulder, “so everyone can have his or her own be-d. Ray and I alre-ady called this one. We are going to watch this show all night!”
I walk to the door and swing it open, opening my eyes wi-der when I realize this room looks exactly like the other one. I thought it would lead to another bathroom or a closet.
My pouch lays on my be-d, a pair of pajamas right beside it. I sl!pinto the bathroom, peeling off my old clothes and shimmying into the light, soft material. I wonder where Danae managed to get this…
Once I go back outside, I see our big TV stretching across the wall. Xavier is just sitting on one of the be-ds, thumbing throu-gh a magazine of some kind. Following suit, I sl!ponto my own be-d, propping myself up like he did.
Right now NASCAR is on, which Xavier doesn’t seem interested in at all. It bores me also, the fast cars only serving to make me dizzy. I want to change the channel, but the remote is nowhere to be found.
Then I finally sp©t it, by Xavier’s side.
For some reason, it is ha-rd to ask him for the remote. It is ha-rd to even speak, to ruin the strained silence that has settled over us like a thick woolen blanket.
I sit there for a long while, until I am about to snap. Briefly I wonder if Danae planned for us to be in the same room together. If she did this on purpose, then I might just hate her.
“May I have the remote?” I finally ask, my voice robotic and expressionless. Xavier looks up at me, his green eyes gazing right into mine. He puts the magazine down and picks up the remote, leaning over to give it to me. I reach out my hand, stretching to close the distance.
My hand grasps the remote, and the ti-ps of my f!ngerst©uçh his in the process. With this t©uçh comes a shock as frightening as a bolt of lightning, electricity and a crazy bur-st of uncontrollable pas-sion boiling throu-gh my blood. The remote tumbles from our hands, hitting the floor with a thud.
Xavier immediately gets up, a spark in his eyes and despair in his features. With a sudden urgency, he races to my side, remote forgotten.
“I can’t stand this any longer! I’m sorry for being mean,” he begs, “just plea-se, let us be anything but this! You can treat me like dirt, or a child, for anything from you is better than nothing at all. I can be a pla-ything to you if you wish, as long as I am something!”
“Xavier.” I attempt to calm him down, my voice alike to his in nervousness and pleading.
“Even if you like Ray, plea-se keep me at your side! Allow me to be your friend, or at least your acquaintance. This bond of ours is too strong for either of us to sever, even though you may wish it so-”
“Xavier,” I say in a slightly louder voice.
“Because I don’t think I can do it anymore! Your scent is so overpowering that it envelops me, causes me to lose all train of thought-”
“Xavier!” I command, “st©p!”
Finally his tenderl-ips come to a close, and with it comes peace. For a few seconds, this peace washes over us like a tidal wave, and everything is perfect.
“I have never-”
“Don’t say anything,” he whispers breathlessly, “I promise I will accept any conditions as long as you will acknowledge me. plea-se, no matter how much you must hate me…” He trails off, his eyes alight. I want to protest, but now doesn’t seem like the time. We both lean in, I realizing how close we actually are. Not much more of a hairsbre-adth away, his perfection and insecurity shines plainly for me to see. If only one of us tilts his or her head, then we will k!ss. My heartbeat quic-kens and excitement floods throu-gh me.
I can’t believe it. We just have a major problem or fight, caused by a misun-derstanding that hasn’t fully been cleared up between us, and right after we will share our first k!ss.
Our “bonding”, I suppose. I can only hope it leads to something good.
My hands shake and my face turns a cherry red. With ba-rely contained anticipation, I purse myl-ips, looking up at the man mated to me. The one that was chos£n to be mine.
Centimeters away, and edging closer…
His t©p l!pbrushes against my cheek as he suddenly swivels his head in response to the blare of his cell phone. Red is on his face too, spre-ading like wildfire. He sneaks a quic-k glance at me before gr-abbing his phone, a small pout dancing on the corner of hisl-ips. Disappointment crackles throu-gh the air.
I curse that phone.
He fiddles with a few bu-ttons, and then a small message is displa-yed on the screen. As Xavier re-ads it, his face turns a deathly white. “It is from Jake.”
“What does it say?” I ask fearfully.
He sits in complete silence for a second, staring at me. Then, after the moment is over, he says, “Took the house. We are prisoners. They are coming for you too.”
Alarm overcomes my being, the shroud of doom once more descending upon me. For some reason, I can alre-ady tell that we are completely finished.
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