Barely Breathing

Droplets of water gloriously cascading and massaging my back in a soft prickling way. The coolness seeping through my skin as my mind drifting elsewhere.

Lifeless eyes of a blond wolf staring nowhere, still haunt me every time I close my eyes. Jasper is dead. I should not dwell on it. No one's after me anymore. I am finally free. Yet something in my gut tells me it was just the beginning.

What Xyrus might not be telling me? Would it change my life again? Am I so engrossed with my own nightmare that I never cared to see he has his own demons?

The solution for my nightmare apparently from what I understand was the beginning of his own. I closed my eyes, promising myself to get answers tomorrow. It can wait.

A soft knock echoed from my bedroom door. I quickly turned off the shower and put on a robe and wrapped my hair in a short towel.

I stared at the wooden door debating whether to open it or not. Xyrus was outside my door. He knocked again this time louder. "Princess... I know you're there..." He called out.

These new profound feelings I have for him would do me no good. I don't deserve his affection, he's too good for me. Too good to be real. Who knows when he will start to disappear in my life like those who are dear to me.

I can't bear the agony of losing someone again. It's too painful.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm counting to three. ONE."

I rolled my eyes glaring at the door, of course, he would force his way in.

"TWO." He said amused yet tiredness laced on his tone. "Both of us knew we could do this the easy way."

I took a deep breath, still debating whether to open it and let him in. I don't trust myself with him around.

"Fine. I'm knocking this down." Xyrus announced to which I quickly opened the door and glared at him. Half of my body was hidden behind the door.

and was about to close the door when he flattened

his damp hair falling on his shoulder like he had rushed

wearing a black v-neck shirt and same colored

smile brightened his face, taking my breath away from how gorgeous he

"Sleep."

holding a pillow on his other hand to

his head. "You amuse me sometimes. I'm going to sleep, we are. So open the door wider." He spoke casually like it was

tighter, my eyebrows creased at his self invitation to sleep in my room. "This is my room,

in there whether you approve it or not." He intervened, pointing

me." I challenged. "You can't just order me

fell on my slightly parted lips. Something crossed his eyes like he was assessing me

eyes almost bugged out. Heart pounding wildly in my chest and my

back unconsciously. Cheeks flushing, as heat kept crawling on my insides feeling

eyes sparked that of mischief lacing in its hypnotizing irises the

sound of the door locking woke me from a trance. I blinked my eyes few more times, can't believe I was distracted enough to let him

to say but no words left my mouth as I watched the alpha

the side of his jaw tensed and his eyes scare me of how intense they were, like fire blazing with passion.

I want," He said in a deeper voice than usual. "I suggest put some clothes on before I can't help myself and do things you aren't ready for." He paused gulping once more felt

my eyes elsewhere. Ignoring the traitorous blush that crept once again in my face, probably

on the white cloth wrapped

doing? "