Page 171 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
“You look beautiful,” he said softly.
I looked up at him, fighting back my emotions. I could see the love and admiration in his eyes as he looked me over, trying his best to act normal when I was breaking at the pain that he was in.
“I like the colour on you,” he whispered, caressing my cheek.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
I wore a deep brown, strapless, knee-length, satin dress with a slit down the left thigh. My hair was up in a messy bun, and I had some sparkly beige fishnet ankle heels. My lips were painted a deep matte brown to match my dress.
“You look as handsome as ever, too. But you already know that,” I said, tucking the bandage in.
I tip-toed, locking my arms around his neck and claiming his lips with my own. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. I lost myself in his kiss, loving the way he dominated me, the way he bent me backwards as he kissed me as if it were for the last time.Please, Goddess, don’t let anything happen to him.
We broke apart and my gaze dipped to his neck. His scent intoxicated me. The sudden urge to mark him consumed me, and I pulled him closer, my canines elongating, but before I could sink them into his neck, he pulled away.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his heart thudding. I felt a sharp sting of pain rip through me.
“I want to mark you…” I said softly. I thought maybe, just maybe, it would help with the darkness.
“No, love… not now,” he said, quietly looking down.
“What?” I knew I sounded upset, and I was, but I couldn’t deny the hurt I felt. “Why can’t I mark you?” He looked away; I could hear his thundering heart as he turned away, going to his wardrobe to take out a fresh shirt.
“It’s just… let’s not rush it. I mean, maybe at a better-” I closed the gap between us and grabbed his arm, turning him to face me.
“Liam. What is it?” He was never a good liar. My heart was hammered incredibly fast against my ribcage, my stomach twisting with unease. There was more to it.
“It’s nothing, baby. Let’s not do this right now.”
“No!We need to do this right now. Why can’t I mark you?”
He looked down for a few moments, but I didn’t let go of him, waiting for my answer. He looked into my eyes, his cerulean orbs wracked with guilt, but the words that left his lips felt like a knife had just been plunged into my heart.
“Because if I do die… I don’t want it to break you completely.”
You Are My Dream
Liam
Raven didn’t say a word. Her anger and pain were clear in her eyes. She had clenched her fists and stormed out. I had called after her, but she simply shook her head, not saying anything. Even when I had pulled her into my arms and apologised, she simply stayed stiff, a single tear escaping her eye. That hurt... but it was the truth. I was fucking scared.
We had walked to the packhouse in silence, but I held her hand tightly.
Raven…
She didn’t reply, simply holding my hand tighter.
The hall was decorated in a rustic theme. The wooden tables were bare, with just a black runner down the middle. There were bottles of whiskey, ice, and drinks lining the table. It was definitely not a party for kids...
The double doors that led to the garden were wide open. The garden was decorated as well, and I could hear the music was louder out there.
“So, food’s in here, dancing and drinking are outside,” Taylor said, walking over, a bottle in hand and Zack by his side.
“Easy on the drinks. We just got here,” Zack said, looking down at him with love clear in his eyes, despite the arrogant look on his face.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Damn, girl, you look good,” Taylor said, smiling at Raven as she slowly let go of my hand, and he hugged her tight. “You okay?” I watched them, seeing the concern in Taylor’s eyes for her. Evenwhen she gave that dazzling smile and nodded, I knew she wasn’t…
“Hey, guys…” Damon said, coming over. He was dressed similarly to me in black pants with a button-down shirt.
