Chapter 122
Chapter 122
“What if I don’t want you to?” Her voice is so soft, barely audible, that I almost miss the words altogether.
“What?” I ask, leaning in slightly, trying to catch every syllable.
“You heard me,” she says, sliding down beside me and turning onto her side, her eyes locked onto mine with a mixture of vulnerability and resolve.
“I want to take things slow,” she begins, her tone gentle but steady. “I want to be sure about what I’m doing. I want to be careful with you. You deserve that slow, thoughtful, and tender. You should be cherished. Honestly, I have no idea how to do that. I’ve never been with a woman before.” I close my eyes, bracing myself for a laugh or some kind of mockery, but none comes.
“Wait, what?” I hear the bed shift as she moves closer. “What exactly do you mean? Because I’ve seen the bruises before you know, the ones that show you’ve been with other women.” She lifts her shirt slightly, pointing to the marks on her abdomen. In that moment, my gaze can’t help but catch the delicate black lace of her panties resting low on her hips, and I let out a soft groan.
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her confidence wavering as quickly as it had appeared. “I know I’m not in the same shape as the women you usually prefer.” Her voice shifts from tender reassurance to fragile insecurity in an instant.
She fumbles with her shirt, pushing it down with one hand while nervously reaching for the blanket with the other.
“Please don’t do that,” I say softly.
“Do what?” she replies, a hint of confusion in her voice.
“Compare yourself to anyone else. Do you have any idea how stunning you are? Please don’t cover up p>
“I just know I’m not your type. That’s all,” she whispers, looking away. Read full story at.net
“You don’t know anything about me,” I say firmly.
“I know your reputation,” she counters, “and I’ve heard the rumors those whispers floating around from the few times I’ve left the packhouse p>
“Well, rumors have been my way of keeping people in line for a long time,” I admit. “I let most of them slide as long as they don’t cause direct harm. And until now, the
gossip about my love life has kept the vultures away p>
“You only like brunettes,” she says, almost accusingly.
“I’ve only ever been seen with brunettes,” I clarify.
“You have women ready to― and I quote ‘service you’ whenever you want, spread across every corner of your massive pack,” she says, her voice dropping a little. “Past tense. And just to be clear, ‘service’ means blowjob. Nothing more has ever happened, and I have never returned the favor p>
“But… how is that even possible? Girls talk,” I say, surprised.
“Not when they’ve been commanded,” she replies coolly. “And you can’t judge me for seeing other women when you had a trail of guys following you around, including my delta for a few days. How many of them have you actually been with? I know you were sleeping with Ben—it was written all over his face whenever he looked at you. Actually, I don’t even want to know about Danny. He’s one of my best friends, and I don’t want my wolf tearing him apart p>
I feel my wolf growl deep inside my chest, and for once, I don’t silence it. It’s irrational, but I’m irritated that she’s been with other men.
“So you knew about us being mates that night on the balcony,” I say quietly. “Why didn’t you say anything then? Were you and Ben serious p>
“I’m going to keep ignoring your questions if you keep ignoring mine,” she warns.
“Fine,” I relent. “I was suspicious right up until we danced. When I touched you, I knew-you were ours p>
“And I’ll ask again,” I press. “Why didn’t you say anything? We could have talked a long time ago p>
“You’re human, Kennedy,” she says softly. “And before you get all defensive, it’s not an insult—it’s just a fact. You don’t heal as quickly as we do. Although, I know I can help you now. I wasn’t sure if it would work because you don’t have a wolf. I wasn’t even sure if you could feel the mate bond the way we do. I just needed time to process everything, and no one made that easy for me. Now, answer me were you and Ben serious p>
“No,” I say, my voice steady. “And before you ask, yes, we slept together. I wanted it to be with someone I trusted before I left the pack for college. I never even thought I could be mates with someone-that was never on my mind p>
“What about his mate?” she asks quietly. “You took that away from her first.” “Maybe. Maybe not,” I reply honestly. “He made the choice. It wasn’t forced on him. We both decided it would be better to get the awkward moments out of the way and figure out what we like and don’t like. Why are you so hung up on this? You’ve already said you’ve been with other women p>
“Not like that,” she says softly.
“Huh?” I ask, confused.
I bury my face in my hands. “Kennedy… I’m a virgin p>