Page 84 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
“It’s a good idea. Also…” I said, glancing around and leaning closer. “Robyn had a good insight on the ‘you know what’.” I emphasised towards Liam with my eyes pointedly.
“Really, what did she say?” Damon asked, looking curious. Liam frowned as he glared at both of us.
“Why don’t we just make an announcement and tell the entire fucking pack?” He growled, his eyes flashing.
“Look, we’re trying to find an answer,” I pouted. Reaching out, I placed a hand on his arm, trying to ignore the way my stomach knotted and that need for him that consumed me, hoping it calmed him. “We can’t lose you.”
“Make sure you don’t tell anyone else. I do not want this to get to Mom and Dad,” Liam said warningly.
“It won’t,” Damon said nodding.
“So where were you two?” I asked.
“You sound like an old suspicious wife with all the questions,” Damon teased. I snorted.
“Hah more like a mother waiting with a broomstick, or in my case, a needle,” I said, holding it up before settling down against the tree next to Damon. I smiled when Liam sat on my other side. For a moment, it felt like old times. I stared up at the sun through the branches, letting the warmth bask on my skin.
Helios... surely you can’t hold a grudge against one person over an entire line…
None of us spoke, each one of us enjoying the calm.
One of the pups threw a ball, which Damon caught and tossed back. I carried on stitching Sparks up until he was done. His head wasn’t quite straight anymore… and his body was a lot smaller now, thanks to it needing to be stitched in so many places… I brushed my fingers over it, smiling softly.
“You did a neat job,” Damon said, not sounding very convincing as I prodded Sparks’ head, trying to make it stay upright, but sadly, it just lolled to the side again.
“It’s as ugly as ever too,” Liam added.
I gave them both a glare, nudging them in the ribs, feeling the sparks shoot through me, each one so different. I never knew the bond could feel different for everyone. Damon’s were like strong tingles swirling through me, whilst Liam’s was like a strong bolt of electricity coursing through me.
Damon put an arm around me, giving me an apologetic kiss on the forehead before Liam pulled me out of his hold possessively, his fingers running down my back as his lips brushed the top of my head.
“Eww! You two need a shower! I am clean, I don’t need sweat on me!” I said before jumping away. Damon chuckled, and Liam cocked a brow.
“Really? I don’t think you’ll mind,” he said, his eyes boring into mine. Goddess it suddenly felt hot out there…
“Umm, I… I got to go! I have somewhere to be!” I grabbed my bag and, blowing them a kiss, ran off. I heard Damon laugh and could feel both of them watching me.
Last night, I had expected Liam to get pissed when he saw me leave for Damon’s, but he only scolded me for going out alone. I knew the only reason he even let me go there was because there were guards posted outside, but I was glad he wasn’t getting angry over it.
Pushing the thoughts away, I decided to go check up on Taylor and then I was going to visit my parents…
Speaking Up
Raven
Ihad just entered Taylor’s bedroom; the creams and browns of the décor and walls made the room look warm and welcoming. I saw him lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Hey. We missed you at training,” I said softly, walking over to his bed. He sat up slowly and I hugged him tightly.
“I’m not feeling up to training,” he muttered, laying down again and grabbing a square cushion. He hugged it to his chest as he sighed deeply.
“I know, but you can’t stay cooped up,” I said, stroking his hand. Our eyes met, and the pain in his tugged at my heart. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. He gave me a pointed look.
“Really Raven, you need to stop with the self-blaming. I’m glad I know what a… jerk Zack’s been. As for Anna, I don’t know what the hell to do.” He groaned in frustration. So that was his dilemma, but right then, I didn’t trust myself to give him any advice.
“I don’t even know what to do with my life, so I really can’t advise you,” I said with a gloomy pout. “Will you talk to Zack?”
“Sooner or later,” he muttered, turning on his side and hugging the cushion tightly.
