Chapter 11: The library


    His hand continued to make its way down my body, all the way to the seam of my pants. Cain traced


    his fingers along the waistband of my pants, ever so gently, teasing and toying with my hot, sensitive


    skin.


    Cain then reached under my pants and glided his fingers along the seam of my underwear, causing me


    to tremble and squeeze my thighs together. Next, he rubbed my hot, soaking core over top of my


    underwear with his index finger. The friction made everything more intense; my pussy was throbbing,


    swollen and aching for more. My juices were soaking through my underwear, which made him groan


    with approval upon feeling the thin fabric that separated his hand from my folds.


    He continued to rub circles on my clit, which was bing agonizing now. Still, even through my lust-


    filled haze, something in the back of my mind was telling me to stop this, as I haven’t entirely epted


    Cain as my mate yet, but there was also a voice telling me to continue, to ept my fate with him. I


    didn’t know whether to stop or to keep going.


    My mind was bing a blur; I was bing lost in this moment with him; it felt so right, yet so


    wrong. What the fuck do I do?


    Cain’s fingers slipped under the fabric of my underwear, and he slid them along my wet, pulsating folds,


    pushing two fingers inside of me. “Holy shit, Freja, your so fucking wet.” He groaned, his low, deep


    voice reverberating throughout my body and sending shivers down my spine. He picked up his pace,


    pumping into me even faster, his kisses now intoxicating, and my moans filled the room. Then, just as I


    was about to cum, we heard a bange from the hallway, causing us both to freeze.


    “What was that?” I asked him.


    His eyes were intently locked on the door as he shook his head. “I don’t know. Stay here.”


    He removed his hand from my pants, got off me and strode towards the door. Cain flung the door open


    and stepped out, disappearing into the dark hallway.


    I stood up from the carpet, feeling a little ashamed of myself but happy with our conversation and


    heated moment. For those few moments, Cain made me feel good. I raised a hand to my lips, rubbing


    the swollen flesh and smiled at how good he made my body feel.


    A momentter, Cain came back into the room. “There is no one out there; I’m not sure what that was.”


    I pursed my lips. “Well, we should be getting back to bed anyways.” I quickly said as the moment we


    were just sharing was now ruined.


    He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “Yea, you are probably right. Come on, let’s go.”


    Cain reached out his hand to me, gesturing for me to take it. I smiled and willing held his hand in mine.


    I didn’t know how to feel when he held my hand, it felt foreign, and I wanted to let go, but I also didn’t,


    as it felt right.


    We walked down the hall and to our room. As we entered, Cain closed and locked the door behind us


    before the both of us climbed into bed; he actually flopped. We bothy there, the silence consuming


    us both. So, I rolled over, facing away from him.


    I felt him shifting his weight on the bed “Goodnight, Freja, I had fun earlier.” I could practically hear the


    smirk on his face.


    I rolled my eyes. “Goodnight, Cain.” I simply said.


    As the night continued, Cain had fallen asleep rtively quickly and was snoring loud enough to wake


    the damn dead. But, on the other hand, I couldn’t sleep if my life depended on it; there was too much


    going through my mind between the nightmares and Cain.


    Earlier, the way he made me feel, the way I felt for him. I didn’t know what to think about any of it. I


    didn’t know how to deal with this, as I’d never felt this way about someone before. I felt safe with him,


    to be with him?


    Trying to clear my mind, I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. I peeked out of the balcony curtains and


    noticed that the sun wasing up. Great!


    I went into the bathroom and sshed some water on my face. I stared in the mirror at myself, unsure


    who I was anymore or what my future held. I always believed that I was fated to be with Erik, to one


    day have a family with him and help in protecting our pack. However, that future was no more. So, what


    is my destiny?


    What about the dreams? What did they mean? Why did they feel so real? Am I going to die? Then, I


    remembered Calyx talking about Cain’s enemies. So, many more thoughts were consuming my mind


    now. I sshed more water on my face and decided to sneak around, more like snoop.


    I walked back into the bedroom, and Cain was still fast asleep. I opened the bedroom door and walked


    out into the hall, leaving the door open just a bit. As I walked along the empty corridor, I started to take


    notice of all the paintings; could they be past Alphas and Lunas?


    I stopped at one painting, particrly the one that Calyx had focused on the other day. It was of an


    older man; he had short gray hair, brown eyes, a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. The man seemed


    to resemble the boys slightly, but not by much. I wondered who he was and why Calyx stared at it with


    so much venom.


    I also noticed a door on the other end of the hallway, arge wooden door with beautiful flower carvings


    on it, and I decided that was my destination tonight. I reached the door, and I was surprised that it was


    unlocked. I stepped inside just a bit, and a small amount of light protruded from the room, just enough


    for me to barely see around. Upon fully entering the room, I realized it was a library, an extensive


    beautiful library.


    It was like a dream, such a wide variety of books, neatly ced on the wooden shelves. The entire


    room was wood, with an iron, spiral staircase in the far corner. Arge firece, chairs and small sofas


    all around. There were also paintings throughout the room, two in particr that caught my eye. Two


    veryrge paintings hung above the firece, one of a man and the other of a woman. I stood there


    inspecting the paintings; the man looked familiar, almost resembling Cain. But I didn’t recognize the


    woman in the other painting. However, she was gorgeous and appeared so graceful and confident,


    something I envied. But, on the other hand, the man gave off an intense, powerful and intimidating


    vibe. How can you get that from a painting?


    I continued to stare when I heard the door creak open. I whipped around to find Calyx standing there.


    “What are you doing in here?” He questioned in a sharp tone.


    I shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep. So, I was snooping around and found this beautiful ce.” I said,


    gesturing around the room.


    His expression turned neutral. “You shouldn’t be snooping around, especially by yourself.” He


    attempted to assert himself.


    I waved him off. “Yea, yea. Who are these people?” I pointed towards the portraits above the firece.


    Calyx sighed. “Those are mine and Cain’s parents. My mother Kasdeya, and my father, Langston. They


    died a few years ago during a battle with another pack.” He stood there for a moment, staring longingly


    at the painting of his mother; a look of sorrow featured his expression.


    I nced between him and the paintings. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. What were they like? If you don’t


    mind me asking.”


    He gave me a half-smile “My mother; was amazing, radiant, ssy, strong, beautiful and everything in


    between. But, my father was theplete opposite; he was powerful, strong and an all-around


    asshole.” Calyx stared at the painting of his father, and his lip began to twitch into a snarl.


    I could see the pain on his face and the hurt in his eyes. “I see. Do you miss them?”


    Calyx looked at me for a second before looking back at the paintings. “My mother, yes. My father, not


    so much.”


    “I couldn’t imagine losing any of my family members; they mean everything to me,” I said truthfully; just


    thinking of them made me miss them even more and had me wishing that I could see them again.


    He turned to me, “I’m sorry you were taken from them, Freja.”


    I sighed. “Yea, what are you doing up, by the way?”


    “My room is next door; I heard noises, so I got up to see what it was. Plus, I couldn’t sleep either.” He


    shrugged.


    “Ahh, makes sense.” I nodded, knowing someone probably would have heard me.


    He nced around the room and smiled. “This was my mother’s favourite room in the house; she could


    sit in here all day reading by the fire. She would get lost and entranced by whatever she was reading.


    After she died, this room became a painful reminder.”


    Calyx’s face dropped, and he was ovee with despair; I ced my hand on his shoulder tofort


    him and gave him a warm smile.


    A deep, angry voice came from behind us as I was about to say something. “What the hell is going on


    here?”


    Cain! Oh, great, and he appears cranky; what else is new.


    I rolled my eyes. “I couldn’t sleep and was snooping around. Calyx heard me and came in to see what


    it was. Then I asked him about the portraits; he was just kindly telling me about your parents.” I told him


    the truth, knowing we had nothing to hide.


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    Cain stood there quietly, looking back and forth between Calyx and me.


    After a moment of awkward silence, Calyx cleared his throat. “Well, I’m going back to my room.”


    Calyx then quickly left the room, and I wanted more than anything to be hot on his heels, but judging by


    the look on Cain’s face, he wasn’t going to let me away so easily.


    I pursed my lips. “Howe you are awake?” I asked.


    He rubbed the nape of his neck. “I rolled over and realized you weren’t there, so I came looking for


    you.” Although the expression on his face told me he was a bit embarrassed to admit that to me, I


    smiled inwardly at that.


    “Oh, I see. This is a beautiful room.” I looked around the room again, marvelling at its beauty.


    Cain took careful steps towards me. “You shouldn’t be running around here at night by yourself, and


    yes, it was.” His expression turned neutral with hisst words.


    I shrugged. “Yea, yea, I already know, and I don’t really care. So what do you mean, was?”


    He looked away from me and nced around the room. “I hate this room and would love nothing more


    than to burn it to the ground; it holds nothing but painful memories.” Cain looked at the painting of his


    mother. “It was her room, she cherished it and everything in here, now it’s just……empty.” Cain’s words


    held so much pain as he talked about his mother and the room that was now a painful reminder of her


    memory.


    I walked over to him, and I don’t know why, but I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him,


    squeezing with all my might. I felt him freeze, his arms stretched out at his side, not knowing what to do


    or what the hell was going on.


    “I’m sorry for your loss Cain. I would have loved to have had the pleasure of meeting your parents,


    especially your mother.” I told him honestly.


    He rxed a little and ced an arm around my back while the other stroked my hair. “My mother


    would have just absolutely adored you. To be honest, you remind me of her in some ways, strong,


    confident, beautiful and doesn’t take shit from anyone. Unfortunately, my father was the opposite; I


    don’t think he even loved my mom; their marriage was arranged, they weren’t mates, and because of


    that, they despised each other.” His tone was now filled with hate and venom as he spoke of his


    parents.


    I didn’t know what to say as I stood there reeling in his words. I thought about how I knew, how Cain’s


    mother felt, in some ways. I began to wonder if Cain and I would be like that, stuck together, hating


    each other, would we turn out like his parents?


    “Oh, I see. That’s awful.” I released him and turned around to stare into the painted eyes of his mother


    as numerous thoughts circled in my head.


    I could feel his eyes on me, watching me carefully. “Yea, anyways, let’s go back to our room. We both


    need to freshen up, get dressed, and then we will head downstairs for breakfast.”


    I looked away from the painting and turned to face Cain with a half-smile “Mmm, breakfast. That


    sounds great.”


    Cain chuckled at my words, and then we started to leave the room side by side; Cain closed the door


    and locked it behind us.


    We walked together through the empty halls, no words between us. I could feel Cain ncing at me


    every few steps, with a questioning look on his face. We finally reached the room, and Cain gestured


    for me to enter first.


    I went into the closet and grabbed some clean clothes. “I’m going to jump in and have a quick shower.”


    Cain snorted. “Quick, my ass. No woman that I’ve ever known has had a quick shower.”


    I scowled at him. “Just for that remark, now I’m going to have a nice, long bubble bath.” That bastard


    could suffer and wait longer now.


    Cain grunted. “Fine, I’m going back to bed. Wake me in 3 hours when you''re finally out,” He said with a


    cheeky smirk.


    I grabbed the closet thing, a book, threw it at him, then quickly went into the bathroom, chuckling like a


    child.


    I could hear himughing. “You missed, sweetheart.” He shouted at me through hisughter. That man


    is a jerk!


    After some time had passed, I was finally finished in the bathroom, and I made sure to take my sweet


    time in there. As I entered the bedroom, Cain was lying face down on the bed, with nothing on but his


    boxers, very thin boxers! My breath hitched as I took in the sight of him.


    I had to admit it to myself; he was a gorgeous man. His back was beautifully toned, his skin had a hint


    of tan to it, the tribal wolf tattoo on his left shoulder de and his dark hair all tussled gave him that


    extra bit of ruggedness.


    “See something you like, my love?” He said before slightly opening his eyes and looking at me.


    “Nope, I just see azy man lying on the bed instead of getting into the shower,” I said, hoping to hide


    my arousal.


    Both of his brows shot up. “Oh, are you finally finished in there?” He looked at his watch. “You were


    only an hour and a half in the shower.” He smirked.


    I rolled my eyes. “I was not! Now,e on. Hurry up cause I’m starving, and I will leave without you.


    So, move your ass.” I was starving, but I also needed this man away from me right now.


    Cain got up from the bed and sauntered towards me. “Your wish is mymand.” He said in that sultry


    tone. He then slowly walked past me, rubbing his body against mine. What a fucking tease!