Chapter Twenty-Five

Karter

Two weeks, one hour, twenty minutes and twenty…two seconds since Rose left me. I got by the first few days telling myself it wasn’t a permanent thing. That any minute she’d walk through that door and we’d make up and I’d get to hold her again. Goddess, it’s been so long since I’ve held her. I regret even coming into the house angry that day. Maybe if I had just been calm and not pissed her off by accusing her, we could’ve talked things through and I wouldn’t be in this mess.

I’ve apologized to Connor since then. He came by to check on me last week and to see why I hadn’t been at the pack house in almost a week. I didn’t have the guts to tell him I missed Rose so much I could hardly get out of the bed to use the bathroom or wash my own asṣ. Eating has been nearly out of the question and pack duties have been the last thing on my mind. I gave him the location of where we’re holding the members of Dark Wood with orders to help Grey with whatever he needs until I’m back on my feet.

My wolf keeps trying to come out, to force me to go after her. He wants me to be a caveman and throw her over my shoulder or drag her from Andrea’s. Kicking and screaming if I have to. I’ll admit a part of me wants it too, just so that I can feel her near me again but the bigger part of me resists against the urge. If she doesn’t want to be here I won’t force her to be. As much as it pains me to be apart I don’t want her here if she doesn’t want to be, if she doesn’t want…me. The thought of her rejecting me quakes me to the core, shaking my heart loose from it’s downtrodden position.

A series of texts come through to my phone, making it go off repeatedly. Andrea, Grey, and Denise have all texted me a SOS that something is wrong with Dylan. Immediately I jump up and put shoes on my feet. I can’t feel any difference but our connection is thin and muddled. I try to weave through the debris left from the hurricane that wrecked us two weeks ago but I can’t tell which feelings are hers and which are mine.

I don’t even turn the ignition off in my car before I hop out and run up the stairs of Andrea’s house. The door’s open so I rush inside.

“Dylan! Grey! Andrea!” I get no reply, making me even more nervous, “Somebody fûcking answer me!”

The door slams closed behind me and I hear it lock before it dawns on me what’s going on. I would laugh but I feel too pathetic.

“Little witch! Once I get my hands on you,” I grumble walking further into the house.

Rose is on the loveseat facing the archway in the middle of Andrea’s baby blue living room. She hasn’t spoken but there’s a mix of relief and annoyance in her eyes. I can feel the tightness in my chest leaving with each step towards her.

“Say something,” I whisper, my voice as broken as I am. I’m not sure of the face I’m making but I assume it’s something between anxious and thankful as all hell.

“She can’t,” Andrea informs, stepping out from the shadows, “It was the only way I could keep her from ruining this.”

“You parent trapping us again Sabrina?” I ask, a smile forcing it’s way onto my face.

She waves her hand dismissively and I fly across the room and into the chair across from Dylan.

“Bet you never saw the teenage witch do that,” she sasses, placing her hands on her hips. “Now, you two are going to play nice and talk this thing out. Grey, Denise and I went through a lot of trouble to make this happen so get it together. I love ya’ D-Rose but you’ve got to go. If I hear you talk about Karter again I’m going to cast a spell to make myself deaf.”

With that she sashays out of the room like the wrecking ball she is.

“Some friends we’ve got huh?” I half-laugh, trying to break the ice.

Rose has an unimpressed expression on her face but doesn’t say anything. It hits me Andrea didn’t lift her spell from her.

“I guess I have the floor then,” I mumble to myself before looking up at her.

Her hair is in a messy bun and her eyes are puffy and red beneath them. We both look like hell and that makes me the happiest man on earth. She missed me too.

“Well I want to start off by saying I’m sorry and I know I haven’t told you in a while but I love you.”

Her expression softens slightly so I continue.

“I know not telling you the second everything happened with Zoe was wrong and I’ll never hold things back from you again. I was so scared I would lose you if I told you the truth and I ended up losing you anyway. Trust means so much to me and I hope yours in me can be restored,” I take a deep breath for this last part, “You said that I’ve brought nothing but bad things to you and I can see why you’d feel that way now. I-I understand if you don’t want…this anymore – if you don’t want me anymore. I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want but I want you to know that I’ll make this up to you even if it takes the rest of my life.”

Her expression is so hard to read. She looks thoughtful and yet still angry. I need her to speak.

“That’s it, I’m finished,” I say aloud, hoping that’ll do the trick.

“You’re so dead Dre!” Rose yells as soon as her voice is back.

“You’ll thank me later! Now tell him what you told me before I force you to do it!” Andrea yells back, obviously eavesdropping.

She takes a deep breath, never looking at me. I need her to look at me.

“I-,” letting out a shaky breath she continues, “I’m sorry. I said you were the cause of everything bad when it’s utterly the opposite. I’ve called you names and I hit you and that’s so far past okay. I just get so afraid that I’m a burden to you. That I’m some clueless troublesome woman who you feel compelled to want because of the goddess matching us together. I don’t want to be your curse.”

I can’t take it anymore, the lack of eye contact accompanied by her words… it’s killing me. In a few strides I’m beside her, turning her face to mine with a stroke of her cheek.

“Angel,” I whisper, her worried hazel eyes seize mine, “I love you, and not because we’re destined to be together but because you’re my destiny. You’ve placed your hands on my heart and gave life to something that was dead for so long. You’re my first love, my only love. I need you.”

Her eyes light, then dim again. “What about your responsibilities to the pack? You need a Luna by your side that can add to you not take away.”

I reach for her hands, forcing her to stay focused on the sound of my voice and not listen to the negative voice inside her head.

“Luna in translation means moon and the moon gives us strength beyond anything we could normally have. You see, everyone thinks the Alphas lead but that isn't true. We call you Luna because like the moon guides us and bathes us in her glow and strengthens us, so do you. As Luna it's really you who leads our pack. Without your strength to love me and our pack members I couldn't lead and they couldn't be led.”

Silence falls between us like the thinnest of sheets. Her tongue keeps darting out and wetting her lips, nerves getting the best of her.

“I do,” she whispers, then finds her voice, “love you. I love you.”

The rumbling in my chest speeds at her words. Finally.

“Say it again,” I beg, my voice barely a breath.

“I love you. I love you Karter Dean Jar-”

She doesn’t get through my name before my lips are on hers, pulling her in invitingly. Her embrace is warm and encompassing, her kisses sweet. I’m lost in her and I never want to be found.

“Alright alright get a room!” Andrea yells, storming into the living room. “You two have an entire house to do all of that in so go to it.”

We laugh and unravel from one another, except for our hands. With each finger interlocking with mine I feel that much stronger.

I open the passenger door for her and rush around to my side.

“I really thought I had lost my chance at happiness. That I had lost my chance with you.” I admit, starting the ignition.

“I’m your mate Dean. You don’t run out of chances with me, remember?” she jokes, bringing back my words from the day I marked her.

I laugh as the car lurches forward. “Damn right.”

Dylan

I knew our separation wouldn’t last long, especially if the mate bond was killing Dean as badly as it was killing me. However I must say it feels good to be back in his arms. My mark has finally stopped throbbing and burning nearly every second and the ache in my chest is gone. Aside from leaving to check on the prisoners, he hasn’t gone more than a few seconds without touching me in some way since we’ve been back. I’ve been savoring his scent, it’s everywhere, he smells like home. It isn’t really until I take the time out to think about it I realize this is my home, and it finally feels like it.

Andrea called almost the second we arrived and told me to relay the message to Zoe that she would personally beat her ass and then curse her, her children, and her children’s children if she even thought about looking at me again. She went so far as to say she couldn’t even breathe my air. I’m not totally sure how Zoe is going to work that one out but I can say I love my best friend. She’s crazy but she’s my kind of crazy.

I haven’t seen Connor yet and we’ve been back all day at this point. We texted and he claimed he was going to come over but I still haven’t seen him. Dean’s parents came by to see the house and I gave them a tour while Dean checked in on the prisoners. Apparently this used to be the pack house back when Derek and Connor’s great-great-grandfather ran The North Wood Tribe. Dean kept repairing and remodeling this place in secret from everyone. Supposedly he’s been slowly doing it for years only speeding the process when he and I met. I find it sweet he did most of this work with his own two hands. He never mentioned it.

“What do you want for dinner?” Dean asks, pulling me from my thoughts. His arms are around my waist and they tighten when I adjust on the couch.

A smile graces my lips. “It doesn’t matter,” I pause, looking at him over my shoulder, “I’m not going anywhere you know.”

He blushes, knowing what I’m referencing to and loosens his grip. “Sorry. Can’t be too careful I guess.”

I shake my head and nestle into my spot, watching Olivia Pope strut around on the television until I don’t see anything.

*

I awaken to the smell of ground beef and tomato sauce, making my stomach growl. Following my nose over to the kitchen, I find Dean plating cheesy looking lasagna beside a refreshingly bright salad.

“I’m going to take naps more often if this is what I wake up to,” I joke, sliding onto a barstool.

He laughs sitting a plate down in front of me. “This is a continuation of my apology,” he explains pouring wine in the glass beside my plate. “Besides, I love you and you had to eat. I could hear your stomach growling from over here.”

My cheeks heat and I hide into my glass. The ice cold, sweet dryness of the wine shocks my taste buds, making me put the glass back down.

Dean takes a seat on the stool across from me and bows his head to quickly pray before digging into his dish.

“Who do you pray to?” I inquire. The question’s been burning me up. I have no clue if religion is a thing as a werewolf or are we “damned” like vampires are.

“No one in particular,” he responds quickly, shoving lasagna into his mouth and moaning at the flavor.

“Well then why do it? What about the Moon Goddess?”

“She’s still a Goddess but she’s not necessarily our God,” he sits his utensils down with a sigh, sad to have to wait on his next bite. “Calling her Goddess is more of a… courtesy than anything. She can bless us with gifts or she can curse us and she provides us with our other half, however she’s not a God.”

I let him finish his meal before asking any more questions, needing the time to gather my thoughts.

“So if she’s not a God then what is she? Normal people don’t have the power to give super strength or play supernatural matchmaker.” I grab the dishes and rinse them before placing them into the dishwasher.

Sated from his dinner, Dean leans against the counter across from me, folding his tan muscular arms over his chest.

“According to lore, she’s a wolf, like us. She belonged to the Golden Back Tribe, the first werewolf pack to ever exist. Every four hundred years a she-wolf from the pack was born with, prepare yourself, a bright golden back on her pure black wolf. On her eighteenth birthday the she-wolf was taken to a cave and left there overnight. Whenever the pack went by to check the next morning she was always gone but in her place was the she-wolf that went before her. They were always said to be extremely old and near death, lasting only a few hours to see how much the pack had changed and grown before they died.”

My eyes are the size of saucers. “That’s the worst story I’ve ever heard!”

He laughs and shakes his head.

“Is it true? Does that pack really do that to those poor girls? And who in the hell kidnaps them for four hundred years?”

I’m frantic. All I can focus on is the uniqueness of those girls being what got them kidnapped. I can’t help but compare my own wolf’s distinctiveness to theirs, making the hair at my nape stand tall.

“Calm down Rose,” Dean chides, his voice smooth and deep. His arms wrap around me and I feel safe. “The pack was real but inexplicably they all disappeared over two hundred years ago. The girls used to be proud, happy even, to be chosen. It’s said they would go to the cave and the first werewolf ever, named Zachariah, their true mate, would whisk them away for four hundred years, only returning them when his new mate was ready for him.”

“So this misogynistic asṣhole trades in girls like worn out shoes just because they get old? Isn’t he old as hell too?” I ask, brows knitting together.

Dean kisses the side of my forehead and pulls me into a hug. “Angel, stop worrying about it. It’s not as shady as you’re thinking it is I’m just not explaining things right.”

I roll my eyes at his pacifying. I can tell he wants to avoid all possible avenues for a fight so he’s “letting me win.” My curiosity about this Zachariah character is still peaked but I’ll let it go… for now.

*

My chest heaves and my heart’s beating frantically against my ribcage as I run.

“Please don’t be too late,” I chant over and over in my head until most of the words are lost leaving “Please” to be my final plea.

The field is never ending. Every few feet I run the scenery around me moves and my path only extends further. Trees fall as if someone is chopping them down, falling down in front of me until I only have one option of where to go.

I push myself harder, knowing that if I can just make it in time I’ll be able to see it. Familiar growls ring out around me and the sky darkens, only to lighten again moments later. My heart rate goes through the roof.

“I’m not going to make it.” The realization slices through me like a warm knife through butter only hotter.

The white hot sting of failure pulverizes me. I can taste it, smell it, and finally see it when the shot rings out and I watch Karter fall to the ground.

Sitting straight up, I try to catch my breath. Remembering the ending to my dream my heart flies further into frenzy, only calming when I look over and see Dean resting peacefully beside me. He growls in his sleep and adjusts in his spot. His tanned chest rises and falls rhythmically, light snores coming from his lips.

I thought the dreams would stop since we’re back together but obviously I was wrong. Every night for two weeks it was the same dream. I eventually started trying to make it to the field so I could see who shot Karter but I never could. I’d be further and further from the field each dream but every time I’d make it there just in time to see him get shot. The first dream was the worst, I woke Andrea up I was screaming so loudly. She had to use magic to calm me because my heart wouldn’t slow down. She thought I was having a heart attack and in a way I was. I’m being tormented watching Dean die every night and yet I can’t figure out the one thing that could maybe help stop it. What fûcking use is having foresight if I can’t actually foresee anything useful.

These past dreams haven’t been anything like my normal premonitions. This time I’m seeing things from a separate perspective. I always see a version of myself in the dream, screaming my head off but I’m not me, I’m someone else. I can’t help but feel like whomever I am, I don’t have a dog in this fight, no pun intended.

I’m not sure what’s going on but something big is coming and since the dreams haven’t stopped I can only imagine it’s coming soon.

I look over at Dean again. He looks so cute, his hair still slightly damp from his shower.

Just above his skin I trace the lines of his face with my finger. His straight nose, plump pink lips, strong jawline, he even clenches it in his sleep. I sigh, lightly dragging my fingers across the stubble on his chin. He groans and moves his strong shoulders but doesn’t wake. God I love this man.

I was done for the second I saw those pale green eyes. Instinctively I knew my heart had found it’s home. He’s become so much to me in such a short amount of time, even without the bond I’d love him. The way he pulls at his hair when he’s upset or how I catch him staring at me when he thinks I’m not looking, it’s the little things, I guess in a way it always is. I don’t know how people fall in love but one thing is for certain I’ve fallen and I can’t get up, I don’t even want to.

Everything clicks then.

Making my move before I lose my nerve, I slip out of my underwear and slowly grab the covers, pulling them down and off of Dean’s body.

I straddle him, holding myself in the air before easing myself down until I’m sitting across his boxer clad lap. My eyes are wide as I watch him, hoping he stays asleep so I won’t punk out. I lean over him and place a feather light kiss against his lips, moving down to his chest when he doesn’t wake.

His breathing gets heavier as I kiss his abs, one perfect mound at a time. He’s awake now, I can tell by the sound of his heartbeat. It’s wilder than the usual steady pace.

I hear him open his mouth when I get to the waistband of his boxers but I shush him and reach inside anyway.

I don’t want him to talk. I can’t have him say anything. Even the slightest distraction and this entire thing will go to pieces. I’ll die of embarrassment and we’ll never get this moment back.

I slip his hardness past my lips and into the wetness of my mouth, earning an intake of air from him as our eyes connect. The innocence of the moment is only battled by the vulgarity of the act. I’m not sure what I’m doing or if I’m doing it right but I know this feels good, he feels good.

As I take him deeper into my mouth I slide my hands up to his hips to give them something to do. I can’t take him all the way so I focus on the head like Dre told me. Who would’ve thought such an awkward conversation would lead to this amazing moment.

Watching him writhe in pleasure because of me is so empowering. For the first time since learning of all of this I feel stronger than him. I normally feel like some sort of ditzy damsel around him, especially when it comes to all of this wolf stuff. He’s so vulnerable right now, opening up to me a side of him I’ve never seen. Even when he bares his soul to me he’s not as exposed as he is now, as needy.

His hands grip the mattress and his claws extend, poking holes right through. I move my mouth against him faster, using my hands to help get him there sooner.

A growl chops through the air with as much finesse as an axe and my mouth is filled with warmth. I recall Dre’s advice about spitting but watching his muscled upper body lurch and the veins in his neck struggle to relax, something won’t let me do it. So I swallow and I’ll be damned if it isn’t the best thing I’ve ever tasted, like honey.

Hands grip me beneath my arms and pull me up to straddle his waist. His hands slide from my thighs up to my asá¹£, giving it a gentle squeeze, before sliding up my body taking my shirt up and over my head.

Pale green eyes connect with mine asking for permission. The lust in his eyes tells me he won’t be able to stop and I don’t want him to. With a nod I seal our fate.

He leans forward and wraps his tongue around my nịpple. His hands grip my hips, pushing and pulling me until I find my own grinding rhythm, all the while getting lost in what his tongue is doing.

Hardness like steel soon rests between my legs making me throb for him. I feel the tip of his manhood at my entrance. I’m slick for him already but it only worsens when his lips latch onto my neck, right over his mark.

I’m lost in sensation as he bites down only to push himself into me at the same time. A silent gasp leaves my lips at the discomfort that almost instantly subsides. Hesitantly, I lift my hips, feeling the fullness and pressure leave. I ache for him to fill me again and slide back down, slowly, sighing as Dean tongue kisses his mark on my neck.

Flurries of emotions run through me. With each rock of my hips and wanton moan that escapes my throat I feel resilient, more in control, and powerful. I feel like a Luna. A proud she-wolf who is finally getting what she deserves and taking what belongs to her. I’ve never felt so primal or sexy.

Pushing Dean flat against the bed with strength I didn’t know I had, I ride him confidently. His mouth is slack and his eyes are focused up and on me. Nails grip my hips then go away only to come back and leave again. I can tell he’s fighting his wolf, fighting to stay in control.

“Angel,” he croaks his voice hoarse.

I slide my hand from his chest, and up his throat to cover his mouth. His eyes widen only to calm just as quickly. A mischievous gleam is in his eye as he grips my hips pressing me down into him as he meets me thrust for thrust.

Condensation starts to form against the hand catching Dean’s moans. Taking his beloved control away from him, something he holds close, fills me from my toes to my head. Having him bend to my will and submit to me… it’s an indescribable feeling.

I feel something building inside of me, a volcano fully prepared to erupt. With a few flicks of his finger against my nub I’m free-falling. A scream of pleasure rows through my ears but I’m miles away. Somewhere between my high and coming down, our bodies separate fully leaving me empty and sensitive. My back’s against the coolness of the sheets somehow and I relax into the contrast from my burning hot skin.

Opening my eyes I catch Dean staring at me, still trying to catch his breath. Suddenly he pulls me to him and kisses me passionately, glaringly reminding me of the pull for more of him between my legs.

I wrap my limbs around his waist, massaging my center against his. “Shower,” I say, the first full word I’ve spoken since this all started.

He nods, planting a quick kiss to my lips before lifting me into the air and off to the bathroom.

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Hello my good people!!

I hope yall enjoyed the update! Finally some #KYLAN sex :) It was actually hard for me to write that since I haven’t written a full on sex scene in about eight months so sorry if it sucked!

Also in case anyone’s confused, her first time wasn’t painful for her like it is/can be for most girls because of her healing abilities as a werewolf. Plus I have no clue how to write a “realistic” deflowering lol (Wish me luck on Weightless)

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