13

Three weeks have passed and nothing has changed. The enemy did not attempt new things; at least we don't know about it and the Alpha Supreme still hasn't reappeared.

For my part, I simply shared my time between the solitude of my room and the solitude of the forest. We exchanged a few words with Ezequiel and he quickly suggested that we train together for a few evenings. He didn't leave me much choice; I'd rather practice with him than have to put up with journalists when I'm going to have to wear the famous pink dress. That's why I find myself tonight, in his company, several meters from a target.

Ezequiel cocks one of my knives towards the hollow of the tree and throws it with power, unfortunately the weapon misses the tree. It's my turn. I watch my hair lift slightly to the left and pick up a knife. I do tricks with it to help me concentrate and without getting into position, I spin it around in the air. He just planted proudly in the center of our target.

Ezequiel clapped enthusiastically, but I calm him down with a gesture:

"We're not leaving here until you do the same."

- At your orders, chief, he said, coming to attention.

- First step: estimate the power of the wind. Here, the wind is going very slightly to the left, so you will have to pull more towards...

- The right !

- Exactly. Next: getting started. There are different techniques and they are unique to each one, so you don't need to change since yours suits you. Third: position. That, we won't need to work on it too much. And to finish the throwing technique: this is an important point. Already, the further away you are, the fewer rotations the knife has to make. »

After telling him that, I approach him and position myself behind; to show how to throw well. I shift his pelvis and his arm then I do a demonstration at different distances to show him all the speeds of rotation. It tears my mouth out to say it, but when it's his turn to shoot, Ezequiel turns out to be a very good student. I who thought I would spend my evening hearing him swear, in fact, I'm going to bed early. To complicate the exercise a little, I suggest that he succeed three times in a row.

I finally see what I wanted: Ezequiel who fails and who insults the whole world during each round trip he has to make to pick up my precious knives. Time passes and advice is no longer useful to him, he just needs precision. I lie down in the grass and contemplate the starry sky. The full moon sits enthroned in this bluish symphony and my gaze is drawn to it. I could stay there for hours. I know every constellation and every star, but what I love the most is the Moon.

My eyes close as I take a deep breath, and before I can exhale, I hear a cry of joy coming from Ezequiel. I turn to him and see three knives planted in the center of the tree. He is really gifted. I can only applaud saying:

“Honestly, bravo!

- I know, I know... I'm really too strong!

- It's good, you no longer have the right to make jokes for the evening.

- But it was not a joke!

- No more joking, go get me my knives. »

He runs and brings me back my weapons. I see that he has small eyes so I decide that we stop training for tonight.

We go upstairs and as I pass my door, I feel a blade stick against my neck:

"You forgot this..."

The voice hits my insides and many shivers run through my body. The voice is totally sexy. Gentle. Calm. Sensual. I remain stuck. Suspended by the breath behind me. The body of the stranger is glued against my back. I feel a soft warmth spread against my skin. My wolf begins to bubble. I hear her howling at the moon. I can't think.

At this moment, I forget everything. I forget my past. I forget who I am. What I'm doing there. I just think about the fact that I want to stay against the man's muscular chest. Fortunately, the coldness of the weapon cools my boiling body a little, because otherwise I would have melted instantly.

I don't understand my condition.

He removes the blade from my neck and places it in front of me. I look down to see what the man has placed in front of me. My weapon ; Ezequiel forgot to pick up one of my knives. I don't even dwell on this information. The knife seems totally ridiculous to me, the only thing that matters is the one behind me.

I whisper a "Thank you" and I feel the shivering man. I take the weapon from his hand and the moment I touch him, my emotions are heightened. I'm starting to shake from the wave of emotion I'm getting. What the fuck is this?

I try to pull myself together to get out of my trance. I turn around slowly to find out who I have to deal with. And there. It's even worse. I dive into two deep blue irises and my heart skips a beat. This blue ocean, dotted with silvery touches, overwhelms me. His clear eyes are now drawing more and more towards navy blue. It looks like a sea during a storm where only the light of the moon illuminates and gives hope. The light I see in his eyes echoes the star I saw before, it's just sublime. Sublimely perfect. Sublimely inaccessible. Sublimely accessible.

I feel that he is gradually sinking into a tide of emotions. I'm starting to run out of air. I'm drowning. I see that Arden Duncan, the Alpha Supreme, is in the same state as me. I don't realize it's the alpha. I don't realize what's going on either. I still don't realize it when he says to me:

"Mine"

At this moment, I do not understand all the consequences of this simple word. Time has stood still. I cling to his eyes. To his two blue marbles. He, like me, are in a trance, adrift. He caresses my arm gently without me being able to push him away. His fingers sail against my skin and leave countless little shivers. Hypnotized. His hand stops its course on the corner of my lips. With his thumb, he caresses the spot where I bit myself three weeks ago. There are no more marks, but he seems to know that I was hurt. I then hear a growl of displeasure coming from his being.

I am in an inner storm. I want to push him away. But at this moment. I just want to drown in his eyes. And never to breathe again. To be taken with him. No. No, actually, I'd rather swim to that light in him and hold on to it forever. I feel a strong, powerful, indestructible bond being created. And that simple thought immediately brings me back to earth. I no longer float.

He sees my distress and, taking back the capacities of his body, he moves away as if I had the plague. He bumps into the opposite wall, putting a meter of distance between us. I definitely feel a great cold. A big emptiness deep inside me and damn I want to let myself be carried to the other side of the hall.

But I wouldn't.

I detail it. I detail him, I stare at him, wanting to know every bit of him. Each atom that constitutes it. Every element that could connect us. My eyes go for every piece of information, from his slightly tousled brown hair to his very imposing build to his freshly cut beard. I also see that he is undressing me with his gaze. I look at his hands, his nose, his mouth, his smell. I instantly love his hands, his nose, his mouth, his smell. How is it possible to be able to be so ecstatic? I feel like banging my head against the wall, not to wake me up, but just to hope that he will heal me. I try ? I'm about to smack my hand against the wall, but I recover in time from my madness.

I decide to end this exchange by quickly entering my room. I hear a low growl through the door, but I collapse on the ground against it, tired from so many emotions. I have no more strength, he sucked me in. My wolf is already starting to squeal and beg me to go back to see her, but my reason having returned, I stay on the ground to think. I was ready to hurt myself to be near him, to be able to admire his eyes more closely.

I finally realize what happened.

I finally realize that I am in a real mess.

To summarize: I am the soul mate of the supreme alpha, he is going to marry a wolf that I hate and who makes me happy, I don't want to live with someone, I want to leave, but I can't run away and considering the power I felt coming from the bond, this story is going to be verycomplicated: PERFECT.

Why did I agree to help the pack of the Alpha Supreme? Especially since, how could I have known that a kind of big badly licked wolf was my soulmate?! I had a one in a million chance of finding him one day and a one in a billion chance of staying under his roof and I hit the jackpot.

I'm a hated, feared wolf, known across the country, I've been through things no one should know, I've survived where others would have died a hundred times over, and yet I am like a kid scared of the Alpha Supreme. Not from him. No, I'm afraid of his eyes. Of his blue eyes. So sublime. So penetrating. So inaccessible.

I look at the time it is posted: 5 am. I feel like I'm not going to sleep much...