Chapter 70
Ayla
Do I forgive him? Yes, but should I? I have no idea. I didn’t dare show Thane the fingerprints on my arm. Kian was really stern with me in the parking lot explaining the importance of making sure his friends stay happy at all times. He said that they are a lot of wealth and prominence in the business world and that he really needs their help for his next project. I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize his future, and he did explain that all of the females in the pack are friendly like that in his bar, and everyone is accustomed to PDA within his bar. I am not sure that is something I could ever get accustomed to. Especially with people that aren’t my family, mate etc. but I can’t judge a situation I just walked into fairly. If it is pack custom to act that way for so long, who am I to judge these men if they are used to waitresses flirting with them, they probably just assumed I was flirty as well. I appreciate Kian not giving them any of my backstory he knows. I am sure if he did, they would have behaved differently. Plus, who doesn’t make mistakes with judgement once in a while? Kian didn’t know that taking me there would cause any issues. He thought I was safe and for the most part I was. He promised to watch me better there until I am more comfortable. I just don’t know what the more comfortable means. Just in public or on my own in general? Possibly.
Thane on my couch is a different problem all in itself. I am relieved to see him, and I feel comfort as his pine and earth smell floods – my senses. I feel a slight ripple in my mind. I know that Aramana is reminding me that I have a decision to make. I just wish I didn’t change the answer daily. I pick up my note pad and write that am happy he returned safely and that it makes me feel better. The huge, dimpled smile! get warms my heart. It also heats my core and causes a throbbing between my legs that we definitely do not need to complicate matters more. I know he is aware of my arousal, because I catch his nostrils flare, just a little bit. He is really good at covering it up, but the look of lust in his eyes tells me we affect each other greatly. This is a problem. I can feel myself blushing and have to look away.
He clears his throat, looking around at everything but me, before turning towards me. He reaches out and pulls me close to him, resting his forehead against mine. Fighting for his life in this moment to pull away and leave. I know the feeling. I am drowning in need for his arms wrapped around me and the safety he provides. “I just want to make sure you are safe little wolf. If anyone attempts to harm you in anyway, even emotionally, I will gut them in the street and put them on display as a warning. My eyes go wide at the implication of his fierceness. He pulls back and laughs. “What? You think that I am some nice, non–confrontational alpha? Oh, baby you are wrong. I am just a sugar bear to you. I am a dick to everyone else. Well, according to Cyrus. Sugar bear is also his term of endearment, not mine. Why do you think him and I get along so well? We both have our level of blood lust we deal with. They are just fueled by different things. Different traumas. We make a great team. So, yes little wolf. You will be safe. Kian better get his shit together before I do it for him.” he says the last part while kissing me on the cheek. He gets up and I follow him to my door. I want so badly for him to stay, but I know he can’t. I hope this isn’t a constant cycle. It has to stop at some point. Grow apart somehow. “Goodnight Ayla.” he says as he leaves, which is like a punch to the gut.
