我的藏獒开了我的花苞

"And I more. I must leave now little wolf but know that I shall be impatiently waiting for your next call. Good night, Theia."

"Good night, Cronus."

As I gawk down at the soundless phone on my lap, my heart feels dismal. I reasoned if my male finally accepted me as his and drove me home to his pack I would need nothing else in my life. Never had I considered my family and friends would occupy half of my heart. It feels as though a burden has been added now that I am sure I cannot meet them physically. Phobos\'s pack would not prefer their stay and I am unclear if my male and his wolves would authorise me to leave their lands for a small visit.

Yet I am appeased that I at least was able to speak to my brother, his voice puffed life into me. He has always been my guardian growing up, more of a father figure to me than papa. Always standing behind me defending me from every possible hazard that came my way. This is why I miss him most of all.

Gazing up at the clock, my eyes swell to the current time all my thoughts ripping through my mind into oblivion. "Supper!" I bellow hastening towards the open kitchen. My male must be starving, I had brought home some eggs and fresh milk perhaps I could bake him something but first I shall ask him what he prefers.

Seeking for my male I probe into the stillness. "Phobos? What would you like to eat?" Tiptoeing around the living room I discover that he is not present anywhere. Perhaps he is in his room?

Setting my hand over the doorknob I force open the door thrusting my head in through the tiny crack peeking inside inspecting every ridge of the four walls. "Phobos?"

He is not here either, I did not overhear him leaving. Where has he gone late in the evening? Whom has he gone to meet? Whirling around I adjust to seal the door but ever since I was a pup I had one negative aspect that always ruled over my every thought and emotion. My curiosity.

Phobos is not here and his room is unbarred. The past weeks I never once urged him to allow me to discern his room for he had been in mine various times and it irked me that I had never seen his at all. I have an opening right now and I wish to claim it. I may never get another chance as this and I can sleep soundly knowing I have viewed all the contents his four walls occupy.

Gulping aloud I sneakily enter the tepidness of his shadowed room. His scent is truly ambrosial, and its occupancy is abundant here. Goddess I can spend the rest of my life hibernating in this room. It lures me to stay as if I were its long lost lover as if it had been patiently waiting for me to arrive.

There is not much to it, a very comparable design to mine. The only variance is he owns a bigger table than mine. It seems more of storage rather than using it for everyday pursuits. I wonder what he deposits inside.

My steps are passive and unadventurous in the case, he returns I must bustle out so I keep the door open for my flight. My heart is pounding violently beneath my ribcage as though I am doing something unethical. I know it is wrong of me to invade his privacy but I merely wish to see where he sleeps every night, it is not much to ask is it?

I am aware that there aren\'t many formalities here in this pack so he possesses not much paperwork to do so why are there so many journals and tons of writings here as though he is keeping records. What is this male keeping logs off, it seems as though he has been doing this for years.

Wrenching open a drawer of his table I gasp as I find a shiny pink hairband packed deep inside. The rhythms of my heart rest and my flesh tremors. I identify this hairband, I know whom it belongs to.

It does not pertain to any ordinary female, it is mine from when I was a pup. Mother was very unsettled with me for I had misplaced it at the castle when I revisited Phobos. I could never find it after that yet here it is relaxing tranquilly in my male\'s room.

How long did he have this with him? Why did he not wish to return it to me?

"*Theia*." My male\'s rumbling voice alarms me as a tiny appalling outcry is sent forth whilst I twirl around to face the door sneaking the hairband behind my back my enlarged doe eyes gawking up at him. He follows each of my movements as a predator would, I cannot conceal from him I have been exposed. I knew this was a gamble.

My male paces forward with purpose as he inspects me from the hairband I shelter beneath my back to my abashed orbs. He has heeded that I have spotted what he had withheld from me for years, something he stole from me.

I wonder how I appear to him right now, perhaps with a vivid look of a fawn caught in headlights? I have beheld first hand the results after a wolf touches what belongs to Phobos against his will. I gulp with disquietude as I peep at my wrist, would he chop off my limb? But I need this hand, how else can I cook for him then?

His steps are weighty, feet sinking onto the floorboards as I clench my eyes shut. If he wishes to take one of my limbs he can take my left, I desperately need my right. His full palm squeezes my left wrist whilst I outwardly shiver in cowardice to my moon blessed\'s madness. This male is unpredictable with every capability of executing whomever however he sees appropriate.

My mate steers my hand towards his face and like the beast he is he opens his mouth wide to take an enormous bite of my finger displayed along with an open show of him munching on and chewing my flesh despite having nothing in his mouth. A stifled whine parts my lips whilst his lewd tongue laps around his mark easing the wicked sting of his canines.

"Your punishment." He speaks, ocean blues sparkling almost like he is laughing at me. Did he find my reactions hilarious? This silly male is teasing me again! "I am hungry, Theia." The amused wolf strides outside the room carefree as though nothing had occurred, as though I had not almost collapsed to how worried he made me feel.

As I shift to the side scoffing at his antics facing his bed, an acute intake of breath is inhaled by me. Everything about this unlit room screamed Phobos in every manner except for one element that seems remarkably out of place as it sleeps willingly upon his bed slumped against his fluffed pillow.

It is a teddy bear, it is my Winnie.