You don't have to worry about Aisling "
" I'm not worry but I can't waste a single minute to meet her again. I don't know what happened to here and where is she? "
" she is save and secure with azalaic. He is taking care of her personally. I known you are worry about her but azalaic love her too and he will never hurt her. "
" You think she is fine? "
" Ofcourse Robert told me that she is fine but she is upset because he bring her here without her permission, without her wish. "
I looked to cleo and cleo Looked to me," You are right !"
" okay!"
Alexia lead us towards our room, she promised us that she will come with us. Cleo and me was staying in the one room. I was looking to this suspicious room.
As I step into the room, I'm immediately struck by the opulence of the space. The walls are painted a rich, deep color that seems to glow in the light. A plush carpet covers the floor, muffling my footsteps and adding to the cozy atmosphere. The centerpiece of the room is a massive king-sized bed, with crisp white linens and fluffy pillows that beckon me to sink in and relax.
To one side of the bed, a sleek, modern nightstand holds a lamp and a stack of books, while on the other side, a plush armchair and ottoman provide a comfortable spot to read or watch TV. The TV itself is mounted on the wall opposite the bed, surrounded by a polished wood frame that adds to the luxurious feel of the room.
In the corner of the room, a small bar area is stocked with top-shelf liquors and crystal glasses, perfect for a nightcap before bed. A mini-fridge is tucked away in a cabinet, filled with a variety of snacks and drinks.
The bathroom is equally impressive, with gleaming marble floors and countertops, a spacious walk-in shower, and a deep soaking tub. Soft, fluffy towels are stacked neatly on a shelf, and a selection of high-end toiletries is provided for my use.
Overall, the room is a study in luxury, with every detail carefully crafted to provide the ultimate in comfort and relaxation. Whether I'm here for business or pleasure, I feel pampered and indulged in this sumptuous space.
Cleo said, " I think azalaic is bloody rich more than you."
I start laughing, " He is poor because he left Aisling. Now I'm rich because she is in love with me."
" Ohhh Romeo Juliet!"
In a moment, Alexia came inside the room holding a Cellphone in her hand. She said to servent to get our bags in the room. I said, " There is no need of this I guess we are going now."
" Archard I'm coming with you don't worry about it."
" What do you mean?"
" I'm booking private jet which will take us to the island till that time stay here. "
" Seriously there is no need for this Alexia you already done everything for us. "
" Ohh please my brother made mistake and now I will fix it. "
She leave us and went back, I look to my bag and immediately took the letter out from the bag.
I was thinking that I'm wasting time, I don't have to wait for Alexia private jet.
Cleo moved towards me and asked, " What happened ?"
" Do you think we are doing right trusting Alexia."
" I think we are doing right see archard he Known his brother well."
" May be you are right."
" I'm always right brother now wait for it."
We start unpacking our clothes, I was thinking that tomorrow morning I will be her my love Aisling and nobody will sperate us. I lay down on my bed.
I lie awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling. I can't sleep, because tomorrow is the most important day of my life. Tomorrow, I will be with Aisling, the love of my life. We will go sailing on the lake, just the two of us. We will feel the breeze on our faces, the sun on our skin, the water on our feet. We will laugh and talk and enjoy each other's company. And then, I will tell her how I feel. I will confess my love for her, and hope that she feels the same. I have been dreaming of this moment for so long, and now it's finally happening. I can't wait to see her smile, to hear her voice, to hold her hand. She is everything to me, and I want to be everything to her. She is always with me, in my thoughts and in my heart. Tomorrow, I will make her mine.
Next morning:
I was packing my bags when I heard a knock on the door. It was Alexia, wearing a pair of sunglasses and a smile. "Are you ready to go?" she asked.
"Go where?" I asked, confused.
"To the tropical island, of course. I booked a private jet for us. We have to see Aisling and Azalaic before they make their decision."
I felt a surge of anxiety. Aisling and Azalaic were couple and mate, and they were both in love with each other. Alexia make a promise with me that I will not put any kind of pressure on Aisling.
she wanted me to let Aisling choose who she wanted as her mate, either Azalaic or me. And I had to agree to respect her choice, no matter what.
I had promised Alexia that I would do that, but I was still torn. I loved Aisling, but I also cared for Azalaic. And I didn't want to hurt either of them. How could I choose between them?
"Come on, Archard. Don't worry so much. Everything will work out in the end."
Alexia said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the door. "Trust me, this will be the best vacation of your life. when you will meet Aisling again in the island."
She led me to a sleek black car that was waiting outside. A driver opened the door for us and took our luggage. We got in and drove off to the airport.
As we drove, Alexia t chatted about the island, how beautiful it was, how many activities there were, how relaxing it would be. She sounded excited, but I could sense a hint of nervousness in her voice. She was hiding something from me, something that had to do with Aisling and Azalaic.
I decided not to press her for now. Maybe she would tell me when we got there. Maybe it was something good.
We arrived at the airport and boarded the private jet. It was luxurious and spacious, with leather seats, a mini bar, a TV screen, and a window that gave us a stunning view of the sky.
Alexia sat next to me and held my hand. She looked into my eyes and said, "Archard, I want you to know that I'm doing this for you. Because I care about you. And because I want you to be happy. I want to see Aisling and you happy. There is nothing which I can handle it."
I nodded and looked out of the window. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I wondered what awaited us on the island. What would Aisling choose? What would Azalaic do? What would Alexia reveal?
And what would I decide?
I felt a surge of nervousness and anticipation as I approached the door of Aisling place. I had been waiting for this moment for so long, to see her face and feel her embrace. I wondered how she would react when she saw me, if she would be surprised or overjoyed. I hoped she would be happy, that she would welcome me with open arms and a warm smile. I wanted her to pick me as her mate, to claim me as hers and never let me go. I was so excited to start our life together, to share everything with her and make her mine. I knocked on the door, my heart pounding in my chest, and waited for her to answer.
I known it will be hard but things will definitely work out. I known she will be happy that I am here for her.
I leaned my head against the window of the airplane, gazing at the bright blue sky. The sun was shining brightly, casting a golden glow on the clouds below. I could see the outlines of mountains and rivers, green fields and lakes, as the plane flew over the landscape. It was a beautiful sight, and I felt a sense of awe and wonder. I smiled, feeling grateful for the opportunity to travel and see new places. I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face, and relaxed. It was a perfect sunny day.
AISLING ( POV )
The whole day I don't move out from the room, I kept myself lock as a protest. I known azalaic have a soft heart he will definitely react on it but I need to wait for a perfect moment. I gaze out and watch the sunset.
I sit on the wooden bench, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. The sky is ablaze with orange and pink hues, painting the clouds with fiery strokes. I hear the gentle rustle of the leaves and the chirping of the birds in the tropical rainforest behind me. I smell the earthy fragrance of the soil and the flowers. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, savoring the moment.
As I stand on the edge of the tropical rainforest, watching the sun dip below the horizon, I feel a sense of peace and tranquility wash over me. The sky is painted in shades of pink and orange, with streaks of purple and gold that seem to stretch on forever. The air is warm and humid, with the scent of exotic flowers and lush vegetation filling my senses.
In this moment, I feel as though Archard is standing right beside me, watching the sunset with me. I can almost feel his hand in mine, his warmth and strength surrounding me as we take in the beauty of the world around us.
As the last rays of the sun disappear below the horizon, the sky fades to a deep, velvety blue, dotted with stars. The sounds of the rainforest come alive around me, with the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves. I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of the earth, feeling connected to the world in a way I never have before.
In this moment, I know that Archard is with me, watching the sunset and sharing this experience with me. Even though we may be miles apart, we are connected by the beauty of the world and the love that we share. As I turn and walk away from the edge of the rainforest, I know that this moment will stay with me forever, a reminder of the beauty and wonder of the world, and the love that we share.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I open my eyes to see Archard beside me. He smiles at me with his kind eyes, and I feel a surge of love in my chest. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer to him. He kisses my forehead softly, and whispers in my ear, "You are beautiful, just like this sunset."
I lean my head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. I look at the horizon, where the sun is slowly sinking behind the trees. I feel his breath on my hair, and his fingers tracing patterns on my arm. I feel safe, happy, and complete. I know he is watching the sunset with me, and I know he feels the same way. We are in sync, in harmony, in love. We are one.
I hear his footsteps approaching my room, heavy and angry. I quickly stand up from my bed, straightening my clothes and fixing my hair. I try to look calm and composed, but I feel a knot of fear in my stomach. He always finds a reason to yell at me, to humiliate me, to hurt me.
He slams the door open, and I see his face twisted with rage. His eyes are cold and cruel, his mouth is a thin line of contempt. He glares at me, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. He raises his voice, and I flinch.
"Get down to the dining room, now! You ungrateful brat, you think you can hide in your room all day? You think you can ignore me? You think you can disrespect me? You have no idea what I can do to you. You have no idea how much I hate you. Now move, before I drag you by your hair!"
" What happened to you? "
" I'm saying what you listen now come with me. "
" You are not my mate azalaic stop behaving like a rude. "
" I don't want to listen you so called drama now come with me otherwise you known that I can do everything with you. "
" You can't do anything... "
" I can do everything you known how much I love you and how much I'm mad. You known if I can bring you here than I can do more than it. "
" You are phycotic "
" Yeah I'm phycotic and mad because I love you God dam it. You were my mate! you already known how much you are worthy for me.
He grabs my arm, and I gasp in pain. He pulls me out of the room, and I stumble behind him. He pushes me down the stairs, and I try not to fall. He leads me to the dining room, where the table is set with fine china and silverware. He throws me on a chair, and sits across from me. He picks up his fork and knife, and starts cutting his steak. He doesn't look at me, he doesn't talk to me. He just eats, as if nothing happened.
I sit there, frozen and silent. I don't dare to touch my food, I don't dare to look at him. I don't dare to breathe. I just wait for him to finish, to leave, to let me go. I just hope he won't hurt me again. I just wish he would love me.
I don't know what happened to him suddenly and how he changed in seconds. May be is in pain and I have to give him sampathy so he can heal his wounds.
I looked to him and said, " Azalaic! "
He stop cutting eating and looked toward me. I was already scared and his eyes were also a source of fear for me.
" Yes!"
" Actually I'm hungry can you tell me which dish is more tasty ?"
He took the tray of my favorites food and serve me. He was now looking relaxed.
He immediately serve steak and sauce.
He said," Enjoy your meal. "
"okay than I guess you remember everything that I love steak and red sauce. "
" Of course I always love you and remember you but I guess you forget me because of archard."
I look at him, and I see the pain and betrayal in his eyes. He can't believe what I just told him, he can't accept it. He thinks I betrayed him, he thinks I forgot him. He doesn't understand what I went through, he doesn't know how much I suffered.
I try to explain, to make him see. I tell him how lonely and scared I was when he left me, when he disappeared without a trace. I tell him how I was hunted and attacked by other werewolves, who wanted to claim me or kill me. I tell him how I barely escaped with my life, how I was wounded and bleeding.
I tell him how I went back to my village, hoping to find some comfort and safety. But instead, I found rejection and hatred. My father didn't accept me, he didn't want me. He called me a whore, a traitor, a disgrace. He abused me, he beat me, he threw me out.
I tell him how I wandered the streets, homeless and hungry. How I met Archard, who offered me a place to stay and a job to do. How he was kind and gentle with me, how he treated me with respect and dignity. How he proposed a contract marriage, to protect me from other werewolves and to help him with his business. How I agreed, because I had no other option, because I had nothing else to lose.
I tell him how I started to fall in love with Archard, slowly and unexpectedly. How he made me laugh, how he made me feel. How he showed me what love is, what happiness is. How he became my husband, my friend, my mate.
I tell him all this, and I hope he will understand. I hope he will forgive me. I hope he will let me go.
But he doesn't. He shakes his head, and he clenches his fists. He growls at me, and he says:
"You are mine. You have always been mine. You will always be mine. No one can take you away from me. No one can replace me. You belong to me."
He lunges at me, and I scream." Azalaic I'm no longer available to you. Please can you please think about it. "
" See Aisling please don't ruin my mood I'm happy right now please allow me to have dinner with you. I was waiting for this moment since from long time. "
" okay please have it "
He finishes his dinner, and he wipes his mouth with a napkin. He stands up, and he looks at me. He says:
"Get ready, we are going out."
I blink, and I ask:
"Where are we going?"
He smiles, and he says:
"There is a beach party going on at the seaside. I think you will enjoy it. It will be fun."
I feel a surge of anxiety, and I want to say no. I don't want to go to a party with him, I don't want to be around strangers, I don't want to have fun with him. I want to stay in my room, I want to be alone, I want to forget him.
But I can't say no. I can't refuse him. I know what will happen if I do. He will get angry, he will yell at me, he will hurt me. He will make me regret it.
So I nod, and I say:
"Okay."
He nods back, and he says:
"Good. Go get dressed, and meet me in the car. Don't keep me waiting."
He leaves the room, and I get up from my chair. I go to my room, and I open my closet. I look for something to wear, something that will please him, something that won't make him mad. I find a dress, a blue one, that he bought for me. He said it matched my eyes. He said it made me look beautiful.
I put on the dress, and I look at myself in the mirror. I don't recognize myself. I don't see the girl who used to love him, who used to be his mate. I see a stranger, a puppet, a prisoner.
I sigh, and I grab my purse. I leave my room, and I go to the car. He is waiting for me, and he smiles when he sees me. He says:
"You look stunning."
He opens the door for me, and I get in. He gets in the driver's seat, and he starts the engine. He drives away from the house, and he heads to the seaside.
He turns on the radio, and he sings along to the songs. He seems happy, he seems excited. He doesn't notice my silence, he doesn't care about my feelings.
He talks about the party, about the people who will be there, about the things we will do. He says:
"It will be a night to remember."
I nod, and I say nothing.
I look out of the window, and I see the stars in the sky. I wonder if Archard is looking at them too. I wonder if he misses me as much as I miss him.
I close my eyes, and I wish for a miracle.
I wish for a way out. I was hopping that archard will found me as soon as possible otherwise I will die.
We reach the party, and he parks the car. He gets out, and he comes to my side. He opens the door for me, and he offers me his hand. I take it, and I get out. He wraps his arm around my waist, and he leads me to the beach.
I see the lights, the music, the people. I hear the laughter, the cheers, the screams. I smell the salt, the alcohol, the sweat. I feel the sand, the breeze, the heat. I was thinking that I wish I could replace him with archard. I wish archard was with me but I can't do anything. I can't do it.
Everything was looking so perfect, the vibes of the party was so amazing that I was feeling excited. I want to forget archard for couple of hours to Release my stress level. There is nothing which I can do except wait.
He takes me to the dance floor, and he pulls me close to him. He moves his hips, and he makes me move with him. He sways his body, and he makes me sway with him. He looks into my eyes, and he makes me look at him.
He smiles, and he says:
"You are amazing."
He leans in, and he kisses me.
I feel his lips, his tongue, his teeth. I feel his breath, his saliva, his taste. I feel nothing else. I don't want to get closer to him again. I am belong to archard now and always be there for him.
I don't kiss him back. I don't move my lips. I don't open my mouth. I don't feel anything.
He doesn't notice. He doesn't care. He keeps kissing me.
He stops, and he says:
"Let's get a drink."
He takes me to the bar, and he orders two drinks. He hands me one, and he says:
"Cheers."
He clinks his glass with mine, and he drinks. He watches me, and he says:
"Drink up."
I drink. I drink to numb the pain, to drown the memories, to escape the reality.
I drink until I can't feel anything.
He drinks too. He drinks to celebrate, to enjoy, to have fun.
He drinks until he can't stop smiling.
He finishes his drink, and he says:
"Let's dance some more."
He takes me back to the dance floor, and he holds me tight. He spins me around, and he makes me laugh. He lifts me up, and he makes me scream. He dips me down, and he makes me gasp.
He smiles, and he says:
"You are incredible."
He leans in, and he kisses me again.
I feel nothing. He feels everything.
We dance all night. We enjoy nothing.
We enjoy everything.
We come back home, and Albert is waiting for us. He is his manager, his driver, his friend. He is loyal, he is reliable, he is trustworthy.
He sees us, and he frowns. He sees our state, and he shakes his head. He says:
"You two are a mess."
He helps us out of the car, and he carries us to the house. He opens the door, and he takes us to our rooms. He puts him on the sofa, and he says:
"Sleep it off, boss."
He puts me on the bed, and he says:
"Sleep well, miss."
He leaves us alone, and he closes the door.
I fall over my bed, and I feel the pain in my head. I feel the nausea in my stomach. I feel the regret in my heart.
I close my eyes, and I try to sleep. I try to forget. I try to dream.
But I can't.
I toss and turn, and I see his face. I see his smile, his kiss, his touch. I see his eyes, his hair, his skin. I see him.
I hate him.
I hate myself.
I cry.
He falls over the sofa, and he feels the joy in his chest. He feels the satisfaction in his body. He feels the love in his soul.
I known what he done with me. I don't known what should I do? I don't want to see what should I do?
He closes his eyes, and he falls asleep. He remembers. He dreams.
He dreams of me.
He loves me.
He smiles.
He loves me but I don't love him again.
I fall in sleep and dreamed for archard. I want my archard back. I want him back and never wanted.
I dream of Archard, and I feel a spark of hope. I feel his presence, his warmth, his love. I feel him.
I see him in my dream, and he looks at me with his kind eyes. He smiles at me with his sweet lips. He speaks to me with his gentle voice. He says:
"I'm coming for you, my love. I'm coming to save you. I'm coming to take you away from here."
He reaches out his hand, and he says:
"Trust me. Hold on. Don't give up."
I reach out my hand, and I say:
"I trust you. I hold on. I don't give up."
I touch his hand, and I feel a jolt of electricity. I feel a surge of energy. I feel a connection.
He pulls me closer, and he hugs me. He kisses my forehead, and he says:
"I love you. I miss you. I need you."
I hug him back, and I say:
"I love you too. I miss you too. I need you too."
He looks into my eyes, and he says:
"We will be together soon. We will be happy soon. We will be free soon."
I look into his eyes, and I say:
"Yes, we will."
He nods, and he says:
"Good night, my love. Good night, my mate."
He fades away, and I wake up.
I wake up, and I feel a pang of sadness. I feel his absence, his distance, his loss. I miss him.
I look around, and I see the room. I see the bed, the closet, the window. I see the bars.
I hate this place. I hate this life. I hate him. But I love Archard. And I know he loves me too. And I know he is coming for me. And I know we will be together soon. So I hold on to that hope. And I wait for him.
I get up from my bed, and I walk to the door. I open it slightly, and I peek outside. I see the living room, and I see the sofa. He is not there.
I wonder where he is. I wonder if he left me. I wonder if he disappeared.
But then I hear his voice. He is talking with Albert, in the kitchen. He sounds serious, he sounds worried. He says:
"Albert, are you sure about this? Are you sure it's our jet?"
Albert replies:
"Yes, boss, I'm sure. I checked the registration number, and it matches ours. It landed at the airport an hour ago, and it's still there. No one knows who's on board, or what they want."
He says:
"Damn it. This is not good. This is not good at all. Who could it be? Why are they here? What do they want from us?"
Albert says:
"I don't know, boss. I don't know. But we need to find out. We need to be careful. We need to be ready."
He says:
"You're right. You're right. We need to go to the airport. We need to see for ourselves. We need to deal with this."
Albert says:
"Okay, boss. Okay. Let me get the car ready. Let me get the security ready."
He says:
"Good. Good. Let's go."
I hear them moving, and I hear them leaving. I hear the door slam, and I hear the car start.
They are gone.
I close the door, and I go back to my bed.
I lie down, and I think. I think about the jet. I think about who's on board. I think about what they want. May be archard is coming? may be he is coming here. I want to get ready. I think about him.
I think about us. I think about Archard.
And I hope. I hope it's him. I hope he's here. I hope he's come for me. But I also fear. I fear it's not him. I fear it's someone else. I fear it's someone dangerous. Someone who wants to hurt us. Someone who wants to stop us. Someone who wants to separate us.
Forever.