Chapter 34
I glanced nervously toward Luna and her brothers, and then back to William. They had kicked back in their chairs and crashed…hard, although I couldn’t say they looked peaceful at all. Maybe subconsciously they already knew.
“Hey…remember me? Hell-o.” He nudged my shoulder, waving his hand in front of my face.
I turned to look at him, smiling only briefly before lowering my eyes. “Sorry. I don’t want them to overhear,” I uttered.
“What is it that has you so upset?” He asked, smiling warmly.
“It’s a long story.” I sighed heavily. “I’m not really sure where to start.” I hung my head when I felt tears filling my eyes. “I’m an Adlet wolf Princess.” I blurted it out, then cringed while waiting for his response.
“You’re upset because you’re a princess?” His face contorted into bewilderment.
“You’re not listening.” I shifted uncomfortably. “I’m…I’m a werewolf!” I promptly realized I’d said it too loud, and glanced toward the siblings. Luna stirred, stretching her arms high over her head, but then turned over and pulled her knees into her chest and settled again. I turned my attention back to William.
He pursed his lips like he was angry, but it fell away quickly, turning into a slight grin. “I know.”
I scrunched my eyebrows. Confused. “Huh? How?” Fresh tears started filling my eyes again, partly from relief.
“Are you forgetting I was at Luna’s grandfather’s with you?” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and pulled me close, resting his chin on the top of my head.
“But, Aunt Bev said she sent you away.”
“She did, but I didn’t leave right away. She told me to go out the back door, and left the room. I started to go, but I stopped in the hallway when I heard Luna’s grandfather’s voice.”
“So…you…,” I trailed off, unable to form the words I wanted to say.
“I heard everything.” He pulled his head back and lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes. “It doesn’t change how I feel about you. Genevieve, I’ve never met anybody like you before.”
I started wiping at my tears, but he moved my hand away and gently wiped them for me, before cupping my face in his hands, and gazing into my eyes. As he came nearer, my heart raced wildly from the anticipation of what was about to happen. His gaze slowly dropped to my mouth, then back to my eyes, I did the same as his lips inched their way closer.
Pleasure rippled through me the instant I felt his lips press softly against mine. His kiss was warm and gentle at first, but we both grew hungry and the gentleness quickly gave way to passion. His mouth pressed forcefully against mine, and I kissed him deeply, parting his lips impatiently when I felt his hardness pressing against me. My hands gripped his tee-shirt pulling him over on me, his hand tangled itself in my hair.
The more he kissed me, the more I wanted him. His body grow extremely hot under my touch, and no matter how close I pulled him to me, it just wasn’t close enough. Desire burned inside me, so strong it was almost painful. He had stirred something deep within my soul, and I knew I wanted to be with him…forever.
We both panted feverishly, as he moved eagerly between my mouth and my neck. When his tongue touched the soft place behind my ear it filled me with such ecstasy, I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming out with pleasure.
Williams body suddenly tensed up, and he pushed himself away from me.
I sat up, following him with my eyes. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked earnestly, shocked and hurt that he’d just suddenly broke away from me in the midst of such passion.
He didn’t look at me when he stood up and walked to the bathroom. He threw open the door, and leaned inside. When he turned around, he handed me a tissue, but still averted my gaze. “Your lip is bleeding,” he said flatly, and then moved behind the bar and changed the music from Three Doors Down, “When I’m Gone” to Nickelback “Faraway”.
I suddenly felt a nervous pit in the bottom of my stomach, and when I looked up Joseph was glowering at me. His eyes were cold and emotionless, and I knew he had seen William and I kissing.
My heart ached severely. Mine and Williams first kiss had been magical, like seeing a shooting star, or a fresh rainbow after a bad storm. And now, because of Joseph, I felt ashamed, like I had betrayed him. We were supposed to only be friends, but my feelings for him had grown while in New Mexico. The moment I saw William again it seemed to vanish. I never meant to hurt Joseph, but I had and nothing I could say would change it. Tears stung my eyes, so I hurried into the bathroom and locked the door.
I sat down on the small seat in front of the vanity, and sobbed. I was crying when I should be elated. William’s kiss had been the most wonderful thing I’d ever felt, yet I seemed more sad than I had ever been before, except for when Aunt Bev told me of my mom’s death.
I promptly thought about my mom and the fact that she might really be alive. No, I knew she was alive. I couldn’t exactly explain how I knew, I just did. So many aspects of my life had changed. I mean, like how many people do you actually meet in your lifetime that can say, “Oh, by the way, I’m a werewolf princess”. Yeah, right.
I turned around and faced the mirror, staring at my reflection. I was still in awe of the changes my body had gone through when I had picked up the crest. I ran my hand through the long tangles and pulled it into a messy bun. It startled me when someone knocked on the door.
“Go away,” I said flatly.
“It’s me, Luna. Please let me in,” she said softly.
I unlocked the door, but turned my back when she came in.
“Wow! This is way more than I expected for an airplane bathroom.” She giggled, and I couldn’t help but crack a smile.
She was right. The room was spacious and elegantly decorated. She turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face. “We’ll be landing soon,” she said. Her words were muffled through the towel she was using to dry her face.
I took a deep breath and sighed. “Don’t remind me.”
“What are your plans, Gen?” Luna folded the towel neatly and placed it back on the counter while looking at me through the mirror. “I mean as soon as we land. You are still planning to help us take back the throne, right?” Luna paused for a moment, staring at me with pleading eyes. “If we don’t take it back, Zane won’t stop until all our people are dead, and the vampires, too. And he won’t stop with us.” Luna’s voice sounded desperate. “When he’s finished, he’ll take the lycan along with any rebel vampires whose lives he spares, and he’ll travel to Europe to continue his reign of terror.”
Her eyes flooded with tears, and she grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at her.“Don’t you get it? He won’t stop until we’re all dead or lycan slaves.”
“How do you know what his plans are?” I asked incredulously. She was hesitant. Elusive. “Luna… how-do-you-know?” She still didn’t answer. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest. “If you want my help, I need to know.”
“My…my grandfather.” Luna uttered, and lowered her eyes.
I furrowed my brow, puzzled. “How would your grandfather know?” When she didn’t answer right away, my expression changed to one of hurt. “Why won’t you tell me?”
“Because, I don’t want you to think the wrong thing about my grandfather.” Tears ran down her face, and she steadily wiped at her eyes.
“I promise I won’t, Luna. You’re my best friend.” I smiled softly, pulled her close, and hugged her for a minute, then she gently pulled away and began.
“Before the killing stopped, my grandfather called a secret meeting with Zane and another man. My grandfather made him a deal to allow the Adlet and the docile vampires to live in peace. I don’t know for sure what the conditions were because I got there late, but Joshua said my grandfather must have agreed to allow Zane to take the throne. Right after their meeting, Zane did disappear, but the killing didn’t stop—not completely, anyway. I mean, until you came he hadn’t bothered o
ur kind, but humans and vampires kept disappearing.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Why would your grandfather agree to something like that? Does he think it’s okay to sacrifice some to save others?”
“Of course not. But he’ll do whatever he has to in order to save his people.”
“Who was the other man?” I asked, taking it all in.
“I don’t know. He spoke with a heavy accent, though. He definitely wasn’t from Alaska.”
“Hey in there.” William called out through the door and we both jumped. “We’re getting ready to land. You girls might want to buckle up. It could get rough. We’re about to hit a storm.”
I shot Luna a severe look. “We’ll talk about this later.”
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