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As Roarke finally comes to a stop on a plateau of sorts, I find myself in a position where I can gaze out over the vast forest below. The elevation we’ve reached is staggering; we’re far higher than the tallest trees, and the view from here is nothing short of breathtaking.
I take in the expanse of the forest, its rich tapestry of green stretching out as far as the eye can see. The canopy of trees below appears like an intricate mosaic, a lush and untamed wilderness that hides its secrets well. The distant calls of wildlife echo through the air, a reminder of the thriving ecosystem that exists within these woods.
But what captures my attention the most are the subtle streaks of light that begin to form above us. They originate from down below, like luminous tendrils reaching up toward the sky. It’s a mesmerizing sight, a phenomenon I can’t quite explain.
The light dances and shimmers, creating an ethereal display against the backdrop of the forest. It’s as if the very essence of the Rift, with its mysteries and complexities, is manifesting before our eyes. I can’t help but wonder if this is a sign, a message from the world we’ve dedicated ourselves to protecting.
Beside me, Roarke remains silent, his wolf form a steadfast presence. I can sense his contemplation, his deep connection to this place and to the secrets it holds. We may be perched on the edge of the unknown, but in this moment, I feel a strange sense of serenity, as if the answers we seek are closer than we realize.
The Rift is in there somewhere, causing all the havoc in the world, I think, keeping a half an eye on Roarke as he slowly transforms back into his human form. I’ve been hoping he’ll just calm down and suddenly take the whole having a kid thing with the ease of the nonchalant man I used to know. The one who let the winds of fate carry him wherever they pleased.
As Roarke stands before me, his human form replacing the wolf, I can see the turmoil in his eyes. He’s not the carefree, easygoing Roarke I once knew, and I can’t blame him. The revelation about our son has shaken both of us to the core. Enough to make me forget all about The Rift and the threat it poses down there. We’re far away from it here.
I know I should have handled it differently, that blurting out the truth in the midst of an argument was far from ideal. But it’s done, and now we’re left with the aftermath, grappling with the reality of our shared past and the new future that lies ahead.
Roarke’s gaze meets mine, and I can see the storm of emotions swirling within him. He deserves an explanation, and I owe it to him to provide one. But finding the right words, the right way to convey the complexity of our situation, is proving to be a daunting task.
I take a deep breath, my mind racing as I prepare to speak and unveil the truth behind my revelation. Our son, the secret I’ve kept for so long, is a bridge between our past and our present. And it’s a bridge we’ll need to cross together, no matter how tumultuous the waters may be.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, but it doesn’t look like my words are getting through. The anguish in Roarke’s eyes cuts deep, and I can see the storm of emotions raging within him. His silence is heavy with unspoken words, and the tension between us is palpable.
“How could you keep this from me?” Roarke finally speaks, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. His question hangs in the air like a bitter echo of our past.
I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain myself, to make him understand why I made the choices I did. “You left,” I begin, my voice shaky but determined. “I didn’t know where to find you, Roarke, and I didn’t think you would want to know.”
The memories of that painful time resurface, the day he left without a word, without a trace. It was a time of uncertainty and heartache, and I had to find a way to survive and build a life for myself and our son. But in doing so, I had to make a heart-wrenching decision to keep the truth from Roarke.
“I thought I was doing what was best,” I continue, my voice barely above a whisper. “I never wanted you to feel burdened or obligated. I wanted you to be free, to follow your own path, to find happiness.”
Roarke’s expression softens, but the pain in his eyes remains. He reaches out, his hand trembling as it hovers in the space between us. I can see the conflict within him, torn between anger and the desire to understand.
“But now...now that you know,” I say, my voice gaining strength, “we have a choice to make. Our son is a part of both of us, and he deserves to know his father. And you deserve to know him.”
As I speak those words, I hope that Roarke can see the sincerity in my eyes, the regret for the choices we both made in the past. It’s a complicated situation, one that will require time and effort to navigate, but I’m willing to face it together, to bridge the gap between us, for the sake of our son and the love we once shared.
“What are we even doing up here anyway?” I ask, trying to remind him of what just happened. He kinda acted like a crazy person back there.
“I need to think. Also, I need to teach you a lesson. One that will help you remember your place in the pack,” Roarke’s voice is a mixture of softness and seduction, laced with an undercurrent of wild danger. It’s a tone that has always held a strange allure for me, drawing me in even when I should know better.
I glance around at the vast expanse of the plateau, feeling a shiver run down my spine. The isolation up here is both breathtaking and intimidating, a stark reminder of the power Roarke wields as the Alpha.
“What kind of lesson?” I ask cautiously, trying to gauge his intentions. A part of me knows I should be wary, that his dominance as the Alpha can be unforgiving. But another part, an older and more primal part, responds to his presence with an undeniable attraction.
Roarke steps closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine. “A lesson about trust,” he says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Trust between pack members, between mates.”
As he speaks, I can feel the tension between us thickening, the unspoken desire and unresolved emotions hanging in the air like a palpable force. This isn’t just about discipline or hierarchy; it’s about the complex web of emotions that have always connected us, even when circumstances pulled us apart.
My heart races as I realize that Roarke’s lesson may go far beyond the boundaries of the pack. It’s a lesson about us, about our past, and about the undeniable chemistry that still lingers between us.
All of a sudden, Roarke is advancing towards me with an intense fire blazing in his eyes. The tension between us begins to sizzle up here in the mountain air. My hands tremble slightly and my heart thunders in my chest as Roarke gently brushes his fingers over my cheeks, tracing the contours of my face. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation, recalling it from years ago.
Slowly, I lean forward, closing the gap between us, my lips barely grazing his as I trailed kisses down his jawline.
In response, Roarke’s muscles tighten, his hands reaching for my waist, pulling me closer to him. The sensual tension builds between us as if we’re magnetically drawn to one another.
As our bodies entwine, I feel a familiar heat engulf me. This was the man I once loved, the man whose touch had ignited my senses like nothing else ever had. It’s a reminder of our fiery past, a memory I’ve never quite forgotten.
The smell of his body, a scent that’s uniquely his, envelopes me, taking me back to our youthful days filled with adventure and passion. Roarke’s hand finds my shoulder, drawing me closer as our bodies mold seamlessly together. I don’t know what we’re doing up here in the open air of the forbidden forest, but I don’t want it to end.
