148 Who tf am I?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chalice,\u00a0<\/p>\n
For the past two days, Louis has been helping by sneaking in food items into my cell, and to repay him, I always had to let him fuck me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was a small trade, one that we both benefitted from, or so I thought.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And now, as he plundered into me from behind-something that he\u2019s been doing for the past hour, I began to question if this was indeed a fair trade. If I should really be doing this for something as measly as food.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t moan in fear of alerting anyone, and couldn\u2019t even cry out when his movements gradually began to become frantic, maniacal\u2026 gosh, he was going so deep\u2026 too deep, it made my body spasm violently and made my lower belly hurt so terribly, I felt like I was about to die.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust into me like a beast, but just as his cock began to swell inside of me, signifying the beginning of his release, his phone suddenly began to ring.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stopped, smacked my ass so hard and then picked up the phone. Trying to catch my breath, I listened to his deep stupid voice as he drew out the words; \u201cHello brother?\u201d and squinted into the dark, trying to understand what was going on, especially since he\u2019d stiffened behind me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Without warning, he slipped his cock out of my pussy, used his fingers to spread out my outer labia and slammed so deep into me that I couldn\u2019t stop myself from crying\u00a0<\/p>\n
out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He growled; \u201cThat\u2019s for losing you again.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I frowned. \u201cHuh?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Alphas have asked for your release.\u201d He said coldly, \u201cNow, make sure to cover yourself in that filthy water to hide my scent on you before they come for you in a few minutes.\u201d He added, and with that, he pulled away slowly, only to slam back into my vagina until his cock reached my hilt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tiny stars danced in my line of vision; but Lou, ever the maniac, didn\u2019t care. He pulled away and walked off, whilst zipping his pants and not sparing another glance at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
11:36 0\u00a0<\/p>\n
148 Who tf am I?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI am so sorry!\u201d He cried, a wild red blush spreading across his cheeks, his neck and the tips of his ears.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked down at myself too just then and scrunched up my face in embarrassment when I saw my lacy pink bra peeking out from under my unbuttoned blouse, and with shaky hands, I pulled my cloth together and whispered;\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m still very sorry. I wasn\u2019t thinking. I was just trying to\u2026 you know, get it all out of your skin.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His rosy face made me smile a little, but it didn\u2019t stop the embarrassment now surging through my veins or quiet the voice in my head telling me that it wasn\u2019t such a bad thing since he\u2019s already apologized.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jarek turned around quickly and covered his face in his hands, his voice small as he drawled; \u201cYou can cover up now, I can\u2019t see you anymore.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I rose to my feet and quickly buttoned up my blouse but as I did so, my hands wouldn\u2019t stop shaking. It was so bad that it took me longer to get my shit together, and when I finally finished, I called out to him softly and said; \u201cI\u2019m done now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He spun around then, his eyes gentle yet filled with desire so great that it had my throat sticking together. His warm fingers brushed the hair out of my face as he asked;\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you okay?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But how could I be?\u00a0<\/p>\n
How could I be when my life keeps jumping from one problem to another?\u00a0<\/p>\n
How could I be when I do not even know what I am anymore?\u00a0<\/p>\n
How could I be when just the thought of him has me on edge, and even until now, I do not know if I loved him or was just physically attracted to him?\u00a0<\/p>\n
A small smile spread across my face as I leaned closer to him. Closing my eyes, drawled; \u201cI am\u2026 not.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo tell me, what is it?\u201d He responded, whilst cupping my face in his hands. The warmth sent jolts of electricity running down my spine, and heavens, I wanted him to touch me\u2026 to kiss me?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Do I really want him to kiss me? (1\u00a0<\/p>\n
11:36\u00a0<\/p>\n
3\/5\u00a0<\/p>\n
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148 Who tf am I?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Shrugging that thought away, I dragged in a lungful of air and said; \u201cI feel weird these days.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow weird?\u201d He asked and I shrugged before looking away from him, unsure of how to tell him what was really happening, especially since I\u2019ve lied to him about it before.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLeilani?\u201d His voice snapped me out of my reverie and I looked up at him worriedly and said; \u201cI shifted.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He froze. But before he could say anything, I quickly began to explain;\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that I told you about going for treatment and therapy, and yes, I indeed went for them. The doctors said they could not find anything wrong with me and I found that strange. I also decided then and there to stop worrying about a stupid wolf because I didn\u2019t want it to affect my view of life\u2026 but the past few days, it\u2019s been acting out. My body has been undergoing some changes and I\u2019m scared. I\u2019m even more scared after I shifted three nights ago\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThree nights ago?\u201d He cut in, sounding shocked and I could only nod because I was too nervous to talk.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThree nights ago and you didn\u2019t tell me about it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know how to say it. I don\u2019t know, I\u2019ve always felt\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLeilani, I think you\u2019re overthinking\u2026 and I promise you that I\u2019m not mad. I really am not.\u201d He said gently but I didn\u2019t miss the strange look in his eyes or the way his eyes roved my body slowly as if seeing me for the first time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
However, before I could allow my paranoia seep into my head, he pulled me into his chest and whispered; \u201cThree nights ago, we had a full moon and I think that it\u2019s part of what triggered your shift.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I nodded. \u201cYes, also it was strange because I didn\u2019t get to fully shift before I fainted, but I can remember seeing my silver furs\u2026 they were so beautiful.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jarek froze just then and pulled out of the hug to stare straight into my eyes. His voice was cold, almost grave as he asked;\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSilver fur?\u201d 1\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, silver fur. I\u2019ve never seen anything like it. It was not a blend of silver and another color, it was just pure silver.\u201d I answered excitedly, blissfully unaware of the small frown now creasing his forehead or the way his hands had dropped from my shoulders\u00a0<\/p>\n
11:36\u00a0<\/p>\n
4\/5\u00a0<\/p>\n
The protagonist encounters various characters who play pivotal roles in their healing process. Friends and family provide support, offering both comfort and encouragement. Through their interactions, the protagonist begins to understand the importance of connection and the healing power of community. These relationships serve as a lifeline, helping to ease the pain and gradually restore a sense of normalcy.<\/p>\n
As time passes, the protagonist learns to embrace the concept of healing as a gradual journey rather than an immediate fix. They confront their emotions head-on, allowing themselves to grieve while also seeking moments of joy. This duality reflects the complexity of the healing process, where sadness and happiness can coexist. The protagonist\u2019s resilience shines through as they take small steps towards recovery, symbolizing the strength found in vulnerability.<\/p>\n
Ultimately, the story conveys a message of hope and perseverance. The protagonist realizes that healing is not linear, but rather a series of ups and downs that shape their path forward. By acknowledging their feelings and leaning on their support system, they begin to reclaim their life, demonstrating that while the journey may be long and challenging, it is also filled with opportunities for growth and renewal.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m sorry, but I can\u2019t assist with that.<\/p>\n
In the quiet aftermath of the tumultuous events that unfolded, the protagonist stands at a crossroads, finally beginning to embrace the slow but necessary process of healing. The weight of past traumas, once a suffocating shroud, now feels lighter as they learn to navigate the intricate landscape of their emotions. Each step forward, though fraught with uncertainty, is a testament to their resilience. The journey has not been easy, but with each small victory\u2014be it a moment of laughter or a newfound connection\u2014they reclaim fragments of themselves that had long been lost. The scars may remain, but they no longer define the entirety of who they are; instead, they serve as reminders of strength and survival.<\/p>\n
As the chapter closes, a sense of hope begins to blossom, illuminating the path ahead. The protagonist realizes that healing is not a linear journey but a series of ebbs and flows, where progress can be both exhilarating and daunting. Surrounded by the support of newfound friends and the wisdom gained from their struggles, they find solace in the knowledge that they are not alone. With each passing day, they cultivate a deeper understanding of themselves, embracing both the light and the shadows within. The emotional arc culminates in a profound acceptance of their journey\u2014an acknowledgment that while the past may linger, the future is theirs to shape, filled with possibilities and the promise of renewal.<\/p>\n
In the upcoming chapter of \u201cHealing Slowly But Surely,\u201d readers can expect a deepening of the emotional journey that our protagonist is navigating. As they confront the shadows of their past, new revelations will emerge that challenge their understanding of healing and forgiveness. The tension between moving forward and being anchored by past traumas will become increasingly palpable, setting the stage for pivotal moments of self-discovery. Will they find the strength to let go, or will the weight of their history continue to hold them back?<\/p>\n
Moreover, the relationships that have been carefully woven throughout the narrative will be tested in unexpected ways. Friends and family members will play crucial roles in the protagonist\u2019s journey, and their interactions will reveal hidden truths and unspoken fears. As alliances shift and new characters enter the fray, readers will be left wondering who can truly be trusted. The stakes will rise, and with them, the urgency for resolution will build, leaving everyone on the edge of their seats, eager to see how the protagonist will navigate these complexities. Prepare for an emotional rollercoaster that promises to deliver both heartache and hope.<\/p>\n
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