Infinity Chronicles Book Four_A Paranormal Reverse Harem Series by Albany Walker

Infinity Chronicles Book Four_A Paranormal Reverse Harem Series by Albany Walker

Author:Albany Walker [Walker, Albany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Albany Publishing
Published: 2019-08-27T05:00:00+00:00


Chapter 15

A stupid tear leaks out of my eye while I’m struggling to get dressed before he can get out of the bathroom. I hear the water turn on as I’m dragging my hair out of the back of my borrowed t-shirt. I rush away from the bed, wishing it weren’t in the same room. I’d really like some distance from it right now.

The door opens silently, but his presence fills the room like no sound could. I try to ignore him, but I sneak a quick glance in his direction. He’s still shirtless, and there are a few drops of water on his neck and chest like he rinsed his face. Another bolt of turmoil flashes through my gut. It’s not like I wasn’t expecting him to wash his face after what he just did, but it almost feels like a slap to the face for him to do it right now.

I look away. I sense and hear him moving around behind me. Eventually, he walks over to the living room area where I’m standing. I take two quick steps to the left when I know he’s close.

He makes a sound, something between a gasp of surprise and hum of hurt. I can’t look at him, not right now. I’m too upset and frustrated to even understand what he’s thinking or feeling. I guess this bond thing isn’t perfect after all.

“Can we sit for a minute?” He sounds unsure, hesitant.

I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to go home yet, since the others would know something was wrong. If I have to talk about this, I’d rather do it with one of them instead of all of them. Except Milo. I don’t have to worry about Milo.

A sense of guilt quickly falls over me. Milo has been surrounded by people for years, but he was afraid to get too close. Our situations are similar, even if our reasons are very different.

Is that what I really want for them? To have felt utterly alone, like I’ve felt for most of my life. No, it’s not. But then, why do I feel this raw pain when I think about them experiencing love with someone else? Especially when they have to share me. At least I know now I’ll never have to share their affection, love, and desire.

My mind is so fucked up. I shake my head in denial, trying to rid myself of the thoughts. “You don’t want to sit, to talk?” Ares’s voice is edged in panic.

“No, we can talk,” I croak, realizing he thought I was answering his question. When I turn to take a seat on the sofa, I see his shirt is back on, but most of the buttons are still undone.

The black leather is cool as I ease myself onto the sofa cushions. I can feel how tight my shoulders are as I gather the edge of my shirt in my hand.

Ares forgoes the couch to sit on the coffee table across from me. It tickles my memory of the first time we met.



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