Free Web NovelChapter 91: The bond
I got out of the vehicle and placed a call to Cooper; he picked up on the third ring.
"Hello," he yelled, loud music blasting in the background. "Give me a minute." A few seconds passed, and his voice came again. "Why are you calling?"
"What did you feed her?" I asked, getting straight to the point.
"Oh, the usual stuff; I added it to the wine."
"You should have stayed with her until it wore off," I groaned.
"It’ll wear off in another hour; you can finish up for me."
I disconnected the call and slipped the phone into my pocket. I knew it—Cooper is always acting nasty.
"What is it?" The door opened and she came out.
"Let’s go to your room." I started to leave, but she grabbed my wrist, stopping me. I turned.
"I want to go to your place instead."
"You’re not in your right senses," I said, entering the house, and she came after me.
"What does that mean?"
"Cooper spiked your drink," I sighed.
"What... Why would he do that? Is it harmful?"
"No, it’ll be out of your system in the next hour; stay in your room until then." I unlocked the door and held it open for her, but she refused to go in.
"I already said it, didn’t I? I won’t touch you. I can’t. Because you’re not in your right frame of mind right now. Your body is the one speaking, not you."
"Then..." She lowered her gaze. "Can you stay with me for the next hour?" ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
"Please?" She lifted her gaze and settled it on me.
She wants me to stay with her. For an hour at that—she has no idea how tempted I get whenever I’m close to her. I’m barely holding it in. I might snap, and I don’t want that.
A sigh left my lips. "Thirty minutes," I said, crossing the threshold, and she came in after me, a smile tugging at her lips as we proceeded upstairs.
"Where are you going?" She asked when she noticed that I wasn’t taking her route.
"My room." Going into her room and spending thirty minutes with her in there would be a suicide mission. I avoid her room like the plague; it’s filled with her scent. Every corner, every inch—there’s no escaping it.
I’d definitely lose my mind if I went there.
"Okay," she said, happily following me to mine.
"Stay on the bed," I said, walking to my desk to work.
"What do you plan to do?" She asked, eyes widening. "Are you planning to work?" She groaned.
"Thirty minutes will be up soon, Amera."
"This isn’t what you promised; you promised to stay with me," she argued. "Not work."
I let a groan slip out as I met her eyes. "You want me to be in bed with you?" I asked, but she stayed quiet.
"Fine." I got up and sat on the bed. She happily lay down, then pulled me. "Lie down beside me; it seems I’m going to spend the night here," she grinned. "I want to fall asleep in your arms," she cooed.
It’s the drug speaking, Bryce. The drug. Remember. She’s not in her right frame of mind. Do not listen to her or yield to her wants.
"Give me a minute." I rose from the bed, went into the bathroom, and splashed cold water on my face. After that, I returned to the bed and lay beside her, just like she wanted.
She placed her head on my chest and her hands on my body, but I didn’t dare reciprocate the gesture.
"Your heart is beating so loudly, so fast," she murmured against my chest.
And whose fault is that? I was tempted to say this, but bit down on it.
"Go to sleep; you’ll be fine when you wake up," I groaned.
"Gladly," she murmured and went silent. When I noticed that she had fallen asleep, I quietly repositioned her on the bed, covered her with the duvet, and stood up to leave, but she caught my wrist again.
"Don’t leave," she murmured.
Shit. I thought she was asleep.
"You promised; you don’t go back on your words."
I lay beside her again. "Nine minutes more."
"Cooper said something today," she started. "How do you manage to hold in? Your needs, I mean. I want to know."
How do I manage to hold it in? Well, first, it’s a skill the General taught me, even though he never had it. And secondly, I have to hold back in order not to hurt her. It’s not like I have much of a choice. She doesn’t know this, but I’ve never shown my true self to her, not even once.
I’ve always held back since I met her. I was afraid that I was going to hurt her—really hurt her—if I ever showed her my demons.
She’s too fragile, very breakable; that’s why I must hold back.
She’s someone I shouldn’t have met. Shouldn’t have been mated to. Shouldn’t have bonded with. She’s so different, too free-minded and too innocent for me. Too good. She doesn’t belong in my world.
Before I introduced her to my brothers, I had stalked her for six months. During those six months, I got to learn everything about her. From her parents to her siblings to her friends, her school, her teachers, even those who had a crush on her and those she liked. Cole, for example—I already knew who Cole was before Gavin and Parker brought him in. freeweɓnøvel.com
She doesn’t remember, but she has met me on three different occasions. When she was flashed in a public restroom’s hallway, I stepped in, dragged her flasher away, and broke his arms and legs.
When she got sexually assaulted on a public bus, I stepped in and took her assaulter to my base and poured acid on his damn face. He had the nerve to touch what did not belong to him. I also broke his fingers.
And lastly, when she and her friend saw me on their way back from school. I remember all those moments, engraved them deep in my heart, my memory. I knew the way she laughed—how she threw her head back while laughing and how free-spirited she was.
I was happy when I learned how loved and happy she was living with both her parents. I was happy when she was happy, and I had planned on stalking her for a longer period, but the General came into the picture and ruined my plans.
He threatened to take Amera away if I didn’t make a move, so I had no choice; I had to move. The General doesn’t make empty threats. I had to involve my brothers in the game; they don’t know this, but I’m using them to protect Amera.
I can’t fight against the General alone; that’s why I have them with me. I have them protecting her, keeping her out of the General’s reach. I don’t fancy the idea of sharing her with anyone, but it’s a sacrifice I must make to keep her safe, at least until the General is defeated.
Most of the workers in her parents’ house are also women and men who were in the military, posing and pretending to be mere workers. I kept them there to ensure her parents’ safety. I also have men watching her brothers, who school out of the country; they’ll strike once they notice a threat.
The other reason I share her with my brothers is to reduce the intensity of the bond until I learn how to control it. It’s just like you’ve heard; I have the strongest bond with her, and most times it can get overwhelming. It becomes so overwhelming that I have difficulty breathing.
Another thing Amera doesn’t know is that I feel all of her emotions. When she’s sad, when she’s angry, I feel it from a mile away. This is why I know what she’s thinking even before she mentions it.
And the rule about not crying? I made that. After we brought her to the house, she didn’t stop crying in her room; unknown to her, her emotions directly affected me and caused me to lose consciousness numerous times during that period.
That is why I hate seeing her cry. I can’t stand it because it weakens my entire body. I actually prefer it when she hates me rather than when she becomes all emotional. Her hate makes things more bearable for me.
All of the rules and ways we act toward her are mostly calculated. She has no idea, and I prefer it that way. The less she knows, the better.
She sighed. "You won’t tell me? Or do you like me that much?" She chuckled.
I smirked. She has no idea. If she could go into my heart and see for herself how I feel about her, how I yearn for her, and how I obsess over her, she would never look at me the same way.
A ding from my phone caught my attention. I pulled it out and saw a text from a not-so-surprising person.
He is the only one bold enough to do this at this time of day.
I opened the text.
"A meeting with your brothers. 10:00 a.m. on the dot."
Sender—the General.
I forwarded the message to Parker, Gavin, and Cooper, and two out of the three responded within seconds.
"I didn’t know he was back in town," Gavin said.
"Shit, he came back?" Parker asked, sounding displeased. Well, he is not as disheartened as I am. I am the most unhappy right now.
The General being in town can only mean one thing: trouble.
