Chapter 164
AMELIA
We made it back to the pack. Ren was still sleeping at the infirmary. Mom has seen him, and so far he was recovering well, but he had received another bag of blood.
“Let’s go home.” Ryden took my hand and kissed it.
I looked at him. “Can I stay here for a while? I’ll be home tonight.”
He thought for a moment before he nodded. “I’ll come back to pick you up. I need to change.”
It brought a smile to my lips. “You hate it, don’t you?”
“Not the shirt, Amelia.” He smiled too.
“Okay. I’ll see you, later.” I tiptoed to kiss him on the lips, and he wrapped one arm around my waist, the other at the back of my head as he deepened the kiss.
I smiled to our lips as I kissed him back. His kiss went from soft to passionate until someone cleared a throat before us that pulled us apart.
“Honey, get a room.”
My cheeks burned. “Sorry, Mom.”
“Well, I’m not.” Ryden smiled at her. “I have to go.” He kissed me one more time before he left.
I sat down for a while with Ren when I started yawning. I didn’t realize Mom saw it.
“You look exhausted. You should go home.”
“I’ll watch Ren for a while.”
“Honey, I heard what happened to your wolf. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m good, Mom, but thanks.” She didn’t know about my past life and my father. I’d like to keep it that way. I didn’t want to hurt the feelings of the parents who raised me like their own.
She came from behind me and gripped my shoulders. “He’s not gonna get up from bed soon. Get some sleep. When was the last time you took a day off? If you work hard like this, you’ll burn out yourself.”
I couldn’t even remember the last time I slept. Two days ago?
“Go home,” she added.
“I’ll get a nap upstairs. You should go home, too.” I squeezed her hand, looked up at her, and smiled.
“I’ll have another blood to give in thirty minutes. Then I’ll go home to your dad.”
“Say hi to dad for me.” I stood up and yawned again. “I’ll go upstairs. Send someone to get me when Ren wakes up.”
“Don’t worry, honey. He’s in good hands.”
I put my things on the nightstand and took off my shoes as soon as I got in the alpha chamber. When I fished my phone out of my jacket pocket, I noticed a small piece of paper.
If I can’t have you in reality, I’ll take you in your dreams.
Read this before going to sleep.
It was a spell in Latin.
It was definitely Lucius who slipped the note in my pocket. Then penmanship was not Ryden’s.
All of a sudden, I felt excited. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and brushed my teeth. Then I took off my jeans and got into bed.
“What the hell am I doing?” I lay down still with the paper in my hand. The more I thought of it, the more my heart went wild.
I pulled the blanket up my chest and read the spell in silence then I put it back in the pocket and closed my eyes.
Damn it, I’m going to regret this.
“Hey. You came.” Lucius was in bed only in his black boxers. Damn, he was ripped and hot. Those strong biceps and thighs made my pulse race. His broad chest and eight-pack abs were calling me for a touch.
He got up from bed and stood before me. Without a word, he picked me up and carried me to the bed and settled his heavy body over mine, his hungry eyes searching something on my face before his gaze dropped to my lips.
“Why did you come, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know.” My breathing quickened.
“I’ll tell you why, Amelia, because you also want me. Deep inside you can’t fight what we have because it’s real. We are real. This is maybe unfair, but I’m okay with this if you are, for now.”
“This is wrong. This is a mistake.”
“There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. The Goddess won’t have given me and Ryden to you if you can’t love us both.”
“We’re not talking about love. I don’t love you.” I looked at him in the eye. Pain flickered.
“Then why are you here? For lust, for curiosity if I am better in bed?”
“This is a mistake!” I pushed him away, but he seemed to have anticipated my action.
He grabbed both wrists and pinned them above my head. “You’re not the first woman who falls for lust or curiosity.”
“Well, you’re wrong.”
“Let’s test it.” He got off me pulled the drawer on the nightstand and grabbed his knife. “I won’t wake up if I pushed this knife in my chest.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” I quickly got up from bed with my heart nearly stopped from shock. “Lucius, put it down.”
“It’s not a mistake to feel for me. We loved each other once, more than life itself. It was real. That’s why I am here, never looked for another mate or taken another woman because I made that promise to only love you, and watching you with someone else kills me slowly, so if you think what we’re doing is wrong, then at least, I’ve proven you till my last breath that you’re the only woman I would ever love.” He wasn’t messing with me. He pushed the blade into his chest.
I was quick to pull it before it sunk into his heart. He bled. His chest was bleeding. “You’re a sick son of a bitch. Why did you do that?” I looked at him through my blurry eyes.
“I want you to know that I’m okay to die if I can’t have you.”
Shaking, I dropped the knife and cupped his head. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. “He can’t know this. I don’t want to hurt him, too.”
He stared at me for a second before he crushed his mouth against mine. I felt instantly unstable, dizzy in a good way as he kissed me hard. Damn, this man could kiss.
“Your wound.”
“I heal fast.” He carried me back to bed and took my mouth again flexing his hips into mine so I could feel his huge bulge.
One moment he was on top of me, the next second he was pulling off my shirt, throwing it over his shoulder, and leaving me only in my bra and panties. Then he grabbed my foot, planting kisses over my skin to my legs and knees. He did the same to the other.
It took him a while to look at my body, almost making me squirm against his searing gaze.
“You’re always beautiful, sweetheart.” His voice was low and breathless, and then his big hands came to my chest, cupping my breasts through the bra, squeezing, and exploring my abdomen to the curves on my waist.
When he pinched my nipples, I groaned, arching into him, making my skin so hot and my core ache.
With one hard yank, he ripped my bra from between the cups open.
“What the hell? You could have just asked me nicely.” I took the torn bra off and threw it away.
“This one should go to.” He tore off my panties, too. The sound of my gasp of shock and the ripping of my panties filled the room. He wildly stared at my nakedness, and I felt exposed at his mercy.