Chapter 28
The shock of it hit him like a physical blow. The world, his plans, everything he had built for her, shattered. He wasn’t a werewolf, he was a monster. He wasn’t a man, he was a lie. And the truth, he now knew, was something that would consume him whole.
A girl trusted him so blindly, and what had he given her in return? Deceit. Treachery. Even the name he’d given her was a lie. His whole existence at the university was a fabrication, a carefully woven web of lies.
That platinum chain, the one that had brought tears to her eyes, was something he’d acquired with barely a thought. He, a future Alpha, a werewolf born to lead, had never given a moment’s importance to money until her. A single phone call, a few keystrokes on his laptop, and the money was transferred from his father's account. His father, the powerful Alpha of the Wellcrow pack, wouldn't even notice the missing funds. Those millions he had to his name were just pennies for his father, a fleeting sum. Meanwhile, his innocent mate was crying, thinking he had sacrificed his education just to afford a gift for her.
Guilt consumed him, a bitter poison spreading through his veins. Every time he saw the name “Guild” tattooed on her chest, it would eat him alive, a permanent, painful reminder of the charade he was living.
“This is where the heart resides, right? So you are there and will always be,” she’d said, her voice trembling with emotion. “To prove it to you, I got this tattoo. It will never fade. When you’re not with me, this will keep me close to you. Always.” Her eyes, filled with tears of affection, were fixed on him.
“What did you do, Safia? What if we can’t stay together? What if something happens to me?” Sion’s voice was a ragged whisper, the weight of his lie a crushing burden.
She immediately placed a hand over his lips, silencing him. “Nothing like that is going to happen. If fate decides to separate us, then I will remain unmarried. I’m yours, I always have been, and I always will be.”
He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly to his chest. A soft hiss of pain escaped her lips, and he immediately pulled back, a look of concern etched on his face. “What happened?”
Safia tried to smile through the pain. “The tattoo is still new. It hurts when there’s too much pressure on it.”
A raw, pained sound escaped his throat, and his eyes burned with unshed tears. “You shouldn’t have done that. What if I turn out to be a liar, a deceiver, or cheat on you with another girl?”
“All icing, no cake, Mr. Guild Wade? I know you better than you know yourself, okay?” She pulled his face closer and placed a chaste kiss on his nose.
Sion simply raised a brow, staring at her in amused disbelief.
“This is my gift to you, but it’s also something that will always stay with me, a remembrance of you. If something were to happen to us, this will help keep me sane. Now, stop talking nonsense, or I’ll start crying.” She rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him.
“Holy moon goddess, you make me so emotional, Safia Jose Blacksmith,” Sion whispered, his voice soft, almost lost in the air. “Can I touch it?” he asked, his voice barely audible. The tattoo was barely an inch away from her areola, the most private, sacred part of her.
With Safia, everything was new. He had never asked a girl for permission to touch her before. Other women had practically thrown themselves at him, offering their bodies for an hour of pure lust and a night of wild sex with no strings attached. But Safi was different, a rare piece in a world with many values. She was pure, a virgin who upheld her dignity and self-respect.
“I hope the person who did this was a girl, because if it was a man, I’m going to hunt him down to the depths of the underworld.” He pointed to the tattoo.
“Don’t worry, you can relax. The artist was a girl,” Safi agreed.
“She better be,” Sion whispered, his fingers tracing the outline of the heart on her breast before tenderly brushing over the tattoo.
A soft shiver of delight ran through Safia. “You know, you’re the first man to ever touch me in a private area.”
Sion bent his head and kissed the tattoo before gently sucking on her breast. “I know, and I’m proud to be your first in everything. This is the greatest gift anyone could ever give me, and I’ll treasure it for the rest of my life. Does it help with the pain?”
Safia bit the inside of her cheek. “It does, but something else is building up.”
“Don’t worry. I have the medicine to cure all your problems,” he murmured. His fingers slowly got to her south.
Safia took a rugged breath anticipating what was about to come. A sweet sizzle along with his fingers were working their magic on her.
“I’m building up, Guild. Please stop. Otherwise, I won’t be able to control it,” she whispered, her body arching and twisting under his touch.
“Who told you to control it, sweetheart? Didn’t I tell you I have medicine for all your problems?” He unzipped her pants and slipped his hand into her underwear which was primarily on her panties.
Safia froze. “What are you doing? I don’t want to get pregnant.”
Sion threw his head back and laughed, a genuine, joyful sound. “I have never been with a girl as innocent as you. You truly are one of a kind, my pretty sunshine,” he said, gently lifting her chin. “Masturbating doesn’t get you pregnant.”
He tucked his hands across his chest and looked down at her, a playful smirk on his face. “You should write a book. The title would be, ‘A Hundred Ways to Spoil a Romance.’”
Safi pointed, her lips turning down in apology.
“Uh uh. I am not in a position to father a child either. Stay calm. Do you trust me?” She could only nod, unable to form a coherent word with him so close.
“That’s good. I like to have control rather than be controlled by my partner in bed.” He slipped a finger into her clitoris and began to masturbate her.
“See how hard you make me just by being here,” he said, guiding her hand to his manhood. Safia gasped softly at the feel of him.
“Is this the first time you’ve touched a man?”
She nodded shyly, her eyes cast down, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Sion felt incredibly fortunate to have found such an unblemished angel as his mate. But he knew, in the back of his mind, that fate was a cruel thing. How was he going to face the day when Safi finally learned who he truly was?
On the other side of the world Karen stood at the window, staring out at the skyline. He hadn't been able to see his son in person, but his people had kept a close watch, feeding him every detail. He watched as his son interacted with the girl, a soft, loving look on his face. He’d never seen him so calm, so... human. It was a welcome sight. But it also filled him with dread. He had sent Sion to this school to be kept away from the Pack, to keep his wolf at bay. It was a good school, but it was also a prison. He thought he had Sion's future secured, but he had not counted on the one thing that could truly set him free: love.
The girl was a human and she was going to turn detrimental. But Karen understood no matter what he did to safeguard his son, he can't rewrite his fate. He had found a mate, a member of another Pack, and a very powerful one at that. Safia was born to a human mother and a werewolf father by the blessing of the Moon Goddess. He had kept this secret from Sion to not let him run away from his human life, but it was now too late. His son was already in love.
A sharp, violent pain shot through his shoulder. He looked down and saw an arrow, lodged in his flesh, feathered like a bird's wing. It was a warning from the werewolf Pack, a message which reminds him of the duty of an Alpha and to put his son under control.
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