- Confession
“Be my partner for the ball,” Keshton whispered. As if time had stopped with the softness of his voice, Sibyl froze in his lap, rendered mute by surprise. The look in his eyes was like a spell cast upon her, leaving no room for doubt that she had misheard him. He had truly asked her to a ball. But why her? Who was she? A rejected and abandoned she–wolf, struggling to make ends meet with no pack to protect her and a massive debt to her name. Meanwhile, he was a handsome, powerful, yet dangerous rogue Alpha. Her creditor, who had a strange fascination with her white eyes. Their statuses were as different as the earth and the moon, no matter the angle one viewed them from. She was no longer a Luna, and in her current state, she was not even worthy of meeting his gaze, let alone boldly sitting on his lap. Her life was like a naked canvas in front of his eyes; he knew nearly everything about her, yet this man always did things that made her feel as if she were still a normal person. From his offer to stay by his side to his desire for her already once–mated and marked body, Sibyl always refused to acknowledge how differently he treated her or how possessive he acted towards her, as if they were in a relationship. For her own sake, she chose not to read too much into his actions and eyes or jump to nonexistent conclusions, as he had clearly declared his hatred for love and
relationships. However, his sudden proposal made her rethink this Alpha’s claims. “Are you playing with me?” she asked, not wanting to fall into his trap. A trap that Edwin had once laid and had led her to her current situation. “I don’t entertain myself with such things,” he remarked. Sibyl pursed her lips, momentarily speechless. “So, are you telling me that you want me to be your partner at the ball, where nearly every werewolf pack and person of importance would see us together? Or probably misunderstand our relationship?” “I don’t care what others think,” Keshton’s hot breath fanned against her lips. “Then what do you care about?” Sibyl’s voice was soft, her breathing uneven under his intense gaze. “So far, in my twenty–seven years of life, I cared about nothing until you showed up and turned my life upside down to the point that now I only care about you,” Keshton said, holding Sibyl’s hand and placing it against his cheek. Sibyl’s heart started drumming in her chest when she heard Keshton. “Are you on drugs? Do you have any idea what you’re saying?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but her body betrayed her as her hand instinctively rubbed softly against his cheek. “Let’s say I am on drugs. Would you believe me then?” Keshton asked, the corner of his lips curling into a soft smile. Sibyl’s heart skipped a beat; it was the first time Keshton had smiled at her. Her heart began to bloom with forbidden feelings for him. If she didn’t stop herself right then, she was… “Stop it,” she panicked, getting off his lap and turning to leave with clipped steps. Clutching her chest, holding back the overwhelming tide of feelings, Sibyl tried to run away from Keshton as fast as she could. Except that it was only after two large steps that Keshton caught her. “Sibyl,” he said, grabbing her hand, turning her around, and pulling her into his chest. “Let me go,” she wriggled in his arms, avoiding his eyes. “Don’t go,” he pleaded desperately. “Stay with me.” Sibyl, fed up with his
manipulation, demanded angrily, “What do you want from me, Alpha Keshton? Why do you suddenly want me to stay with you when we are nothing but a debtor and creditor? Why do you suddenly not want me to go when our story only starts and ends with you taking me to bed? Why are you suddenly acting as if you care about me when I spread my legs for you so that I can pay you back? Why do you always confuse me with your words and actions when you clearly stated just the other day that you don’t entertain yourself with unnecessary feelings, love, or relationships?” She let out every question one after another, expelling the frustrating emotion he had risen within her. A heavy silence fell between them, and the only sounds audible were their heartbeats. Sibyl’s chest rose and fell, brushing against Keshton’s. Her eyes were tinged with redness as she locked down every feeling deep inside her heart. In a whisper, she said, “You are controlling my life, caging me, and playing with my emotions. You are already my predator, my creditor, my master. What
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else could you possibly wish to be?” Keshton slammed his lips down onto Sibyl’s, causing her to pause in surprise. “I wish to be just Keshton to you,” he whispered between kisses. Sibyl’s eyes widened at his words. Keshton’s eyes remained open with each word he spoke as he tilted his head to kiss her deeply. “I wish to be caged along beside you. I wish those spread legs of yours to exclusively invite me. I wish our story to start and end in bed out of pure desire for each other,” he softly nipped her lips, broke the kiss, and added, locking
eyes
with her, “I wish to become only yours.” Sibyl’s eyes grew larger as she held her breath, forgetting to breathe. “Can I?” Keshton asked.
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