WEREWOLF ROMANCE: Forgotten Flower (Paranormal BBW Menage Romance)

by kindledromance

  “Ahh. Do you like him?” she teased.

  I immediately flushed crimson when she asked that. “N-no. It’s not like that,” I mused.

  “Ah ha. I knew it. So you do like him,” she said.

  “Well I do. But it’s a bit harder to explain than just that. I mean, I feel something with him. Something that is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before,”

  I explained.

  She looked at me, nodding. “Honey I just think you have it bad for him,” she said.

  “It’s not that though. Like I feel like there is a connection there, but I’m scared to admit it. And I feel like he wants to tell me something, but he keeps hesitating on that,” I explained.

  “Well tell him to quit being a pussy and tell you his feelings. It’s not that hard,” she said.

  I laughed at Rayne. Even though Rayne could be a total piece of shit at times, I did appreciate her humor.

  “Thanks girl. But it’s a bit harder than that,” I explained.

  “Well don’t think that it’s just as hard as you think it is. Maybe just getting it all out there could do you some good. Or maybe not. I don’t know the bastard,” she said.

  I laughed at Rayne. “Well don’t worry about me right now. I’m going to talk to him, and I will ask him about this later on,” I said.

  “Good luck. I just hope he’s not trying to lead you on,” she mused.

  I didn’t think it was that at all. I mean, he was a nice guy, and he didn’t seem to be the scummy type like others were. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see. But of course, I felt like there was something off about this, like if I asked the question he would get mad. Maybe he was just uncomfortable with his feelings, or maybe it was something else.

  After dropping off Rayne at her dorm, I walked over to the common room. I dialed his number and within a couple of minutes, I heard the familiar voice.

  “Hey there,” he said.

  “Hey. I was wondering if we could meet up. I wanted to ask you something,” I said.

  There was a pause, and then a sigh.

  “Sure. Where at?” he asked.

  “Some place a bit more private than a coffee shop. How about the park?” I asked.

  “Perfect. I’m right over there anyway,” he said.

  “Good. I guess I’ll see you in about fifteen minutes,” I replied.

  The phone clicked, and I knew that it was going to be hard to talk to him about this. I felt a weird feeling start to pool up in my stomach, and I already could feel something bad about this. There was something that might go down, and I hope it wasn’t anything bad. Of course, when I got to the park, I saw him there. I sat down next to Dexter, and he looked at me.

  “How you been?” he asked.

  “Okay,” I managed to reply. I looked at him with worry on my face, and I could tell that he noticed. Dammit, I didn’t want him to worry about me, I knew that it was only going to get worse.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “It’s nothing,” I replied.

  “It’s something all right. You’re acting strange,” he stated.

  I blushed. Was it that obvious? I hated to admit it, but I felt like he knew me better than I knew myself at times.

  “Fine…it’s just...I feel strange when I’m around you. Like I feel like there is something there that you’re refusing to tell me, and it honestly kind of bothers the living shit out of me. Like I want to get to know you better, but I feel like you’re not telling me everything that is there. It bothers me, and I feel like I can’t be trusted with your secrets. I’m a little worried because I thought that we were friends, but you’re acting like it’s okay to be hiding whatever it is that you’re feeling from me instead of coming out and saying it,” I said.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “Well for one, I feel like at times there’s a wall up between us and your refusal to acknowledge it annoys the living shit out of me. Seriously, why don’t you just tell me the truth?” I asked. I know that I was probably sounding like a complete and utter brat, but honestly, I didn’t give a damn anymore. I hated that it was happening this way, that I had to express my feelings like this. But, he stared at me and I looked at him. We both knew that it was only going to get worse with time.

  “Well to be honest, I don’t want you to think that I’m just going to tell you right away. It’s my personal business, and not yours,” he said.

  “Why don’t you just admit it though? What’s so bad about telling me?” I asked.

  “Nothing, it’s just I don’t want you to get involved,” he explained.

  “Bullshit, you know that I’m already involved, and there is no way I’m going to let you brush it off like that. Why don’t you tell me?” I asked.

  He started to get flustered, and I could tell that I was getting to him.

  “Why don’t you get out of things that aren’t your business,’ he said.

  “Because I care about you. You’re my friend, and the fact that you won’t tell me everything pisses me off like no other,” I said.

  “Well I’m going to tell you right now that if you know what’s best for you, you stay the fuck out of my life,” he said.

  “I’m not going to. You’re my friend, and I care about you. I’m not going to just let this be,” I said.

  He was about to get mad. I could tell from a mile away that he was pissed, and I braced myself for the butthurt. But then, he stopped, looking at me with a glance that screamed that he wanted to tell me but he was afraid.

  “Well let me tell you right now that it’s not as easy to talk about as you think. I don’t want you getting involved because it’s not some cute little problem. In fact, it’s pretty devastating and I don’t want you to think any less of me. You’re a nosey woman who pries into the affairs of other people, and you need to get the hell out now while you still can. For my sake, and for your own,” he said.

  “But…why?” I asked.

  “Because I care about you. This is my battle and mine alone. I don’t want you getting involved in something that you’re not supposed to be involved in. It’s crap I tell you, and I know that you’re going to hate me, but to be honest I don’t care. I know better than to drag a beautiful woman like you into this. Its better this way,” he said.

  “Really? Do you really think so?” I asked.

  “Yes. I know so,” he replied.

  “Whatever. You’re nothing but a coward who can’t even tell his friend what’s going on. I swear, you’re going to regret the day you wish you told me about what the fuck was going on, and you’ll want to think twice about wat you’ve done, because for now, I’m done,” I said.

  “But Casey, it’s for the best. I don’t want you to get involved in something that you don’t understand,” he said.

  “Bullshit. You’re just leaving me in the dark. Just like everyone else. You probably think I’m annoying or something, but the truth is, I care a lot about you, and I can see right now that you don’t care enough about me to even tell me the truth about what was going on,” I snapped.

  “But—“

  Before I could say anything else I turned around, walking out of the park. I felt bad for what I had done, especially since I knew that it was going to be awkward for each of us the next time we managed to see one another. But I wasn’t going to bother him. No, I wasn’t going to deal with him when it came to this shit. He was hiding something, and I guess I’m not good enough of a friend to know the truth. Whatever, goodbye and good riddance dude. I’ll come back to you sometime later.

  I guess it was the end for now. I didn’t want a thing to do with him, and he was being obvious as usual. I walked back to my dorm, feeling sad and hurt. I mean, I thought that the bastard did at least like me, but I guess not. It’s hurtful I’m sure, but I know that it’s not something that I’m going to have to worry about. He’s going to live his own life, and me mine. I hate it, but I know that it was going to be something that I would just have to deal with. Liv
e and learn I guess. Maybe he would come around and tell me the truth about what was going on, but I would try to get over this.

  Little did I know that he would come back, and I would find out the secret much sooner than I expected.

  Chapter Three

  I hadn’t spoken to Dexter in two weeks. It was strange, but after a while, I knew that it was for the best. I mean, he was hiding the truth from me and refusing to tell me what’s really going on. I didn’t like the treatment, but I guess if he wants to go that route I can’t stop him. Still, it annoyed the living shit out of me every time my phone went off and the only thing that I saw was a text from Rayne telling me that I needed to go out to the club with her. Yeah, not happening. Fuck that shit. The thing is, it’s not my scene, and I know that it’s not a place for me. I guess the only thing that I can do now was to just wait for an opening or try to get over it.

  However, it was hard to get over the pain of the moment. I mean, he was a good friend of mine, and I felt like that void was appearing and becoming worse with wear. I tried to get over it, but it was growing rougher by the day. Of course, I guess it’s for the best. I mean, if there was something really bad he wouldn’t want me to know about it.

  But what was it? That was what bothered me the most. I wanted to know what the secret that he was refusing to tell me was, and why he wasn’t disclosing it. The only thing that I could do was wait and see, and it was only getting worse with wear.

  Time passed, and I decided to ignore everything and work on my studies. Who needed a man anyways? I mean, I was fine and dandy without them before, and this was only making me suffer. I didn’t want to worry about that shit right now, I just wanted to live my own damn life. Of course, I would tell myself that but the truth of the matter was, I was pissed off about everything. I took out my anger instead on studies, which didn’t do it enough justice, but I guess it would be okay for now. I mean, I didn’t like it but I would live. I was doing okay, but it still sucked ass to have to wait for any sort of change in my life.

  God I wanted something different. This whole life of just waiting for something and hoping that it would come along sucked ass. I mean, I tried my best to just keep my head up, but it was growing worse with wear. I felt like I should tell him, that I should call Dexter and apologize. But call it what you want, but I refused to do that. I guess I am nothing but a stubborn bitch.

  However, that didn’t stop me from trying to rectify the situation a few times. I nearly pulled out my phone a couple of times over the next few days, getting to his number and contemplating calling him. It was so damn tempting, so bad, but I wasn’t going to do it. It wasn’t worth it, and I would have to tell myself that. Guess it was for the best that I didn’t do the thing and just let it be.

  One night, I stayed at school a bit later to work on a couple of projects. It was a nice night, but soon everything got dark. Before I knew it, it was close to nine at night and I was shocked about that. I guess I was working later than I expected. I wanted to get home fast so that I could hang out and chill for a little bit. I mean, it was Friday night.

  I looked at my phone. Still no damn message from him. What was he thinking? I mean come on, I know that we did have a fight, but I was expecting him to be a bit more belligerent about this sort of thing. I was expecting at least half a fight or a couple of texts telling me that he missed me. But sadly, nothing was there.

  Whatever. I grabbed my shit and walked out of the library, turning the lights off and not looking back. It was the end of the night, time for me to head on home. Or at least that’s where I thought I would be going. I headed out, but I heard a rustle in the bushes, and immediately I started to feel scared.

  “Who’s there?” I asked. I didn’t hear anything after that, so I thought that it was my imagination. I started to walk once again, feeling the anxiety coursing over my body. Okay, this shit is seriously getting weird now, and I don’t like it.

  I tried to think of other things to worry about to get my mind off of it. I didn’t want to think about Dexter, so I thought about the next best thing, which would be me heading on back and taking a nice hot bath. Yeah, that sounded great. That sounded really fucking—

  There it was again. That sound. What the hell was going on? I started to feel the apprehension in my bones grow, and I didn’t like this one bit. I tried to play it off, but hearing that same rustle twice in a distance of two blocks was creepy as balls, and I didn’t like this. However, I kept walking once again. I didn’t like the feeling that this place was giving me. It was ominous to the extreme, but I tried to stay calm. Of course, my dark ebony skin was practically like a shadow in this light. If someone was out there, they could barely see me.

  But I was getting worried, and all of a sudden, I felt a presence behind me. No, I don’t want to look. I refuse to. All of a sudden, I was pushed up against the wall, my body hitting the brick hard.

  “There you are. I can see why Dexter is interested in you,” the voice said.

  “W-what do you mean?” I asked.

  “Don’t act like you don’t know you dumb bitch. You’re the one who is hanging around him, and he’s probably just trying to get you to hang around so that he can be the alpha. But I’m not letting him. That bastard can’t take what’s rightfully mine,” the voice hissed.

  Alpha? What the hell was going on? I was so confused, but I was definitely worried about all of this.

  “Let me go,” I breathed.

  “Wrong. I’m not letting you get away you dumb little bitch. You’re mine, and I’m going to kill you on the spot,” the voice said.

  I braced myself, feeling scared about what was going to happen next. I mean, would anyone save me? I didn’t think so, because I was black and I probably blended in with the darkness. Plus nobody seemed to be out here right now, making this guy’s words that much more foreboding.

  “I’m not going to let you leave you dumb little slut. You know what I’m going to do instead? I’m going to kill you and then bring the body over to Dexter. I’m sure he doesn’t want his little black bitch to be seen like that, but I can’t wait to give him his present,” the guy hissed.

  I looked around realizing that this guy wasn’t what I originally thought he was. He was half-animal half man, and I was scared. So he was a wolf man? What the living hell was going on.

  “Let me go!” I screamed. I tried to move, but the wolf creature thing grabbed my hands, pushing them up against the wall. He then slapped me square across the face.

  “Shut up you dumb bitch. You are not going to get out of here alive, and I will swear by it,” he screamed.

  I blushed, realizing what the hell was going on. I can’t believe that I was going to die here, and I was panicking by that thought of that. I mean, I didn’t want it to end like this, but I was scared about the truth of the situation. Would I be able to live? Ro would this be the end.

  However, as soon as I thought about that, I heard something nearby. Then, I felt a presence immediately to the side of me, pushing this wolf creature thing off. I looked over, and there was another wolf creature, but this one was fully changed. I was panicking at the sight. What was going on? Was I going to die right then and there? God I hope not.

  The wolf that saved me seemed to be able to at least gore the other one, and soon he stumbled away. I looked over, but before the other wolf ran away, he stared at the savior.

  “You won’t get away with this Dexter,” he said.

  I looked at Dexter, and I was shocked. Was that really what was going on? Was Dexter right in front of me? God I hoped not, but then, everything changed. The wolf man in front of me started to shift into a new form, and when I looked over at it again, I nearly screamed.

  It was Dexter, and he changed from a wolf to a human, which was probably the scariest goddamn part about all of this. But I didn’t know what else to say, and I could feel the breath in my throat start to hitch. No, this was too shocking to be true, but I knew that it was the case, and I knew that it was unl
ike anything I had ever seen before. There was a lot of explaining this guy would have to do.

  Chapter Four

  I moved closer to Dexter as he looked at me. He was just in a pair of raggedy jean shorts, and I blushed at the fact that he was so close to me. But, I was more scared of the fact that this was all happening, that he was right there in front of me and there were so many answers that were left unsaid. He came over to me, extending his hand.

  “You can trust me,” he said with a smile.

  I grasped his hand, looking at him with dark eyes. I mean, what was I supposed to think? Sure, he was hot as fuck, but I was scared of what the man had become. But he stared at me with a smile, and I knew that he was going to explain it all sooner or later.

  “Casey, come with me to my home. I will clean you up. We have to talk there,” he explained.

  I didn’t say much, but I blindly followed him to his car. When we got to his home, a nice brownstone that was definitely worth decent money. He led me inside and closed the door. We didn’t say anything, but he led me to the living room and I sat across from him. He then started to grab the first-aid kit, hitting a couple of the wounds with some antiseptic before he put some bandages on them.

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “It’s all right. You have a bit of a swelling going on in your cheek. Did he slap you or something?” he asked me.

  “Yeah. He was pretty brutal,” I replied.

  “That’s Nico for you. That bastard and I have been at odds for a long time,” he mused.

  Nico? So who was this dude? It was strange to think that a guy like him would have so many problems with a person. I mean Dexter was a nice dude, and I was shocked that it was all going down like this.

  “So care to explain what the hell is going on now?” I asked.

  “Yes. I feel like you at least deserve that,” he replied.

  He sat down across from me, the space growing less. He looked at me with a serious glance before speaking to me once again.

  “Remember when I told you that there was something I’m not comfortable telling others?” he asked.