(Author’s POV)
After the eventful and intense session was over, it was soon ti for Myra to sleep, but there wasn’t any coming for her. She kept rolling from side to side but just couldn’t rest her mind even for a minute.
Myra’s hands kept lingering over her pink rosy lips, reminiscing about the hot blooded mont. It wasn’t even a first kiss for her. Her first kiss was from so sort of stupid ga she played a year ago with her college mates, it was just a dare and Myra was dead drunk and was not in her right mind. The thing is, she couldn’t even rember if it was with a guy or a girl, or just hallucination.
Myra sat up, erecting her spine to calm down and mumbled, "Let’s read the book I was reading earlier, maybe that will help."
So, she hopped onto her good leg to go to the book cabinet in her room but couldn’t find it anywhere. A sigh escaped her mouth and she started searching for another book to indulge her senses, so that they don’t run of wild again.
Glancing through the book case, she noticed a book she has never seen before, with a rather odd title. Reading the na, she couldn’t when a laugh escaped her mouth. ’Haha, who kept a children’s book in the cabinet?’
The book was titled, ’Alphas and their history.’
’I know, I get it, it must be a collection from that stuck up guy. He was so into that Alpha stuff and all. It can only be him and no one else.’
Out of pure curiosity, Myra skimd through the book and found out it to be quite intriguing. As she was expecting, it wasn’t a children’s story book but a book monograph about the origin of werewolves and their leader who is called an Alpha.
’What’s even this? How can people be so childish to even write sothing like this? It is even written in a all formal language, just like a those docunts of origin from the past centuries. The writer must have a screw loose in his head when he wrote this, it’s written as if werewolves are real, haha. But I must say, whoever wrote it, has imaginativeness.’
Myra kept on reading the book regardless of its authenticity, which she was sure, a hundred percent fake.
’A man turning into a wolf, huhh, a romance fantasy trope for novel addicts.’ There were ntions of Alpha Kings and their Lunas, Myra guessed that’s what they call there queens. So terms like Betas, Gammas and Packs were also written with great depth. It was a record from werewolves’ history. Myra was so into it that, she lost track of ti and soon it clock was chiming one.
Myra yawned and was feeling sleepy now, after all that book reading spell, so she kept the book beside her onto the bedside table, turned off the lamp and dozed off.
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"Umm, don’t do this, right ...ahhh now, I beg you ******. If you do this, soone will .....ummm hear us ....hhh, ahhhh."
"You are my mate, my everything. We can do this anyti, anywhere. You are mine as I am yours. We will just have to seal that mouth of yours, ummmmm."
"Please, it’-- s morning ...hufff, it’s morning, hmm."
Myra felt uncomfortable in her sleep as she kept murmuring weird words and making erotic sounds, she was a moaning ss.
Myra was having a wild wet dream, in which she was having intimacy with soone, who kept calling her his mate. They were both were tangled up on her bed and his hands were between Myra’s dainty legs. The face of the person in her dream was blurred out but the vividness and wildness was just like a reality.
Myra was sweating profusely, panting as if her body was set on fire. She woke up with a start, huffing and puffing, like a dog was chasing after her. She wiped the sweat beads of her forehead and was feeling thirsty.
Just like yesterday, there wasn’t any water beside Myra as she has already gulped it down after her encounter with Elio earlier and wasn’t in her right mind to ask for a refill.
After contemplating a lot, she kept thinking ’to go or not to go’.
’Should I just call Nora or so staff mber? No, it will be rude, waking soone up in the middle of the night just for so water.’ She tried to get up and stand, not putting pressure on the injury. Because of the ointnt and Elio’s effective massaging skills, she wasn’t feeling an ache in her ankle or any discomfort.
So, Myra decided to fetch herself so water. ’Now, I know which room is mine and I won’t be mistaking it for anyone else’s.’
She staggered at first, but maintained her balance and got out of the room limping, dragging her body slowly. She took out a bottle and taking a big gulp, eased her thirst.
"Why are you sneaking around, ’again’ in the middle of the night?" A raspy and husky voice startled her and the water bottle feel from her hands and the water was spilt all over the place.
She looked at the source of the question and made a weird face, frowning at the person, "Can you not scare every ti we et? Is it so kind of pleasure that an Alpha likes?" She mocked him.
Alaric, at first couldn’t understand her sarcasm but realized what she was referring to.
"Isn’t it your fault, tip toeing like a thief? Is there anything you are hiding?" he retorted and taunted her return.
Smirking at him, Myra scoffed and murmured, "Trying to be haughty and macho in front of , but reads books about Alpha’s and all that, childish."
No sooner it ca out of her mouth, Alaric strided towards her in anger and grabbed her wrist wildly, making her disbalanced. "Say that again."
To Be Continued . . . . . . . .
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