Chapter 34 Lyra
Vanessa
I roll on the soft bed and keep rolling until I'm just at the edge, then roll back immediately before I fall off.
Sitting up, I stretch languidly and yawn, a delicious feeling of exhaustion runs through my body and I smile.
Last night was unexpectedly...wild, and one of the best experiences I've ever had, and I don't regret it this time.
I stand to use the bathroom, limping a little thanks to the soreness, and cringe at the dry cum sticking to my thighs, some still trickling downwards.
I take a quick peek at myself in the mirror, gasping and giggling a little at my disheveled state. My hands smack against my mouth at the sound.
What the hell is that?
I shower at a leisured pace, having all the time in the world since I have nothing expected of me today.
Since I'm in such a good mood, I pick out one of the brightest clothes to wear - An elegant, yellow, Victorian style dress that reaches my ankles, pairing it with black low sandals and pearl earrings, and of course, my coat so I don't freeze, then I bounce off.
The weather looks promising and I skip my way to the gardens - the only place I feel safe, other than my room.
Max hollers at me somewhere nearby and approaches me.
I'm sure the grin I give him is earsplitting and he doesn't hesitate to give me an almost similar one.
His face twists and he holds one hand to his nose, the other in front of him, motioning for me to stay away. My grin deflates and I feel a spark of irritation. I'm definitely sure I just showered like my life depends on it.
"Ugh, you smell like him. It's so much, it's suffocating. Now everyone's gonna know you both got down and dirty last night." He proceeds to make a gagging sound.
What?
I bring my arms up, sniffing my armpits, then proceed to sniff everywhere my nose can reach. When I don't smell anything else but my own scent, I turn to him.
"What do you mean?" I snap.
"Xanny. You reek of him, badly."
I cross my arms and glare. "Is that such a bad thing?"
"Nah," he says with amusement. "But it's just kinda uncomfortable."
I lunge and throw myself at him, pulling hard on his hair and drag his head down, pushing it into my armpits.
He yells, tapping my hands painfully, but I don't relent.
"Nessa! Please-fuck, please. I'm sorry, alright?" he begs.
"No, you're not!" I press harder.
Anyone passing by will probably misinterpret our position - I lock his head under my arms and his hands are bound tightly on my waist, trying to pry me off - but I don't care, he'll learn not to mess with me ever again.
"Nessa! Moon Goddess, I'm dying here!" he wails.
"As you should, you little shit!"
"Okay, okay, I give up. You're the boss. You smell like the prettiest flowers in the world. I promise." I cackle like a maniac.
Deciding to take pity on him, I release him and step back, a smug smile of satisfaction plastered on my face at his disposition.
"Sniff good, golden?" I mock.
He doesn't respond, still gasping for air, but givse me the finger real quick.
"Oh?" my eyes widen.
"Moon Goddess, what the fuck is Xander feeding you with? How are you so strong for a human?" he breathes, finally regaining his composure. I shrug.
I didn't think I held him that strongly, even thought he was just pretending about not being able to free himself. I mean he's a werewolf and one of the strongest beings, so it strikes me as odd.
"Still need help?" I ask, moving closer but he steps back, holding his hands up, his green eyes wide.
"Nope! I think I've seen you enough for today. You're alive and well, good to know. See ya." He sprints off, looking over his shoulders at intervals to make sure I'm not following him.
A loud laugh escapes me and I stroll off, until I reach my usual spot, my eyes taking in the rows of beautiful flowerbeds, a sense of peace enveloping me as I just sit there in silence.
Sudden movement catches my eyes and my heart jumps.
A silhouette appears and shock fills me at the person standing away from me.
I move from my position on the bench and move behind the tall pillar of the library building opposite the gardens. Peeking my head from the side, I watch as she paces, a phone is clasped to her ear and she seems to be in a deep and heated conversation with the other person.
Lyra? What is she doing here?
Speaking of her, did she lie to me about being in this pack? I've been here for months and I haven't caught sight of her until now.
"The Council has started sniffing around and it'll only be a matter of time before I become a suspect." Was that a lie?
Blood rushes to my ears and with a racing heart, I approach her.
She doesn't notice me immediately, seemingly engrossed in her conversation.
"No. We still need a little more time, because there's no going back from this," she says.
What is she talking about?
As if sensing a new presence behind her, she spins around to face me, her eyes widen and she cuts the call immediately.
She clears her throat and asks, "How long have you been there?",
"Not long," I reply monotonously, not giving away the little detail I overheard.
"What are you doing here, Lyra? I very well know you're not a part of this pack," I state coldly.
She shifts slightly, but her eyes still hold that look of emptiness I've always seen on her. "No, I'm not," she admits.
I wait but she doesn't elaborate.
"Why did you approach me, Lyra? What's your motive?" I demand, stepping into her space with each word.
Her lips tighten and she shakes her head. "You won't understand even if I am allowed to explain it to you." She turns to leave but I seize her arm.
"Then explain yourself!" I snap.
She pries my hand and shakes her head harder, a note of fear in her words. "I can't, I'm sorry, Vanessa. I'm only here to serve my purpose." Then she runs off, leaving my mind to stew in confusion for the second time.
Dread settles in my stomach at the unspoken danger in her words.
What's happening here?