Chapter 67
Willow
He was in… rut.
After six long years, I had once again come face to face with Reuben in rut. Having lived humans for the last six years, I had never encountered another wolf in rut. That amongst being said neither had I forgotten how wildly intense Reuben’s was. He would lose all self- control; his wolf and lust would take over him, and he would no longer be himself. Instead, his only aim would be to quench his thirst, that was all. It was a dark part of a werewolf’s life, especially a male wolf.
My heart drummed in my chest as sparks assaulted my entire body at his sharp scent. It was just as intoxicating as it had been in the past, instantly awakening my wolf to the point where I couldn’t tear my eyes from him. No one other than me could know how dangerous Reuben’s rut was for me, yet my legs automatically began the journey towards him instead of turning and running away. I walked into the wolf’s den as if drawn by a magnet.
My entire being and Ceri seemed to be chained by the sharpness of his aura and scent. Kneeling in front of him, my eyes swept over his flushed cheeks that were even ruddier than earlier. Now everything finally made sense, why he had been avoiding physical contact, kissing, or hugging me.
“Why did you come back?” He questioned, his voice shook with the pain that was slowly rising in his body. “Leave quickly before it is too late,” his breathing was uneven and heavy.
My lips parted slightly to speak as I gazed at his sweaty forehead. He had been holding himself back with all his might, “Did you know that you were about to go into rut?” My voice was barely above a whisper as I locked eyes with him, “Is this why you suddenly let me go?”
His eyes changed slightly into a dark green, which was not a good sign at all. “Yes, but it has just started. Now quickly go and don’t return,” he looked away from me, trying to avoid inhaling my scent.
As he did so, my heart grew restless and I raised my hand to touch him, but I stopped myself in mid–air and yanked my hand back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would it have changed anything if I had?” He slowly lifted his gaze to look at me again. “Would you have agreed to help me with it if I had told you?” he asked, leaving the speechless.
I stared at him in surprise, his question stabbing at my heart. Would I really have agreed to help Reuben with this when I had hidden my heat from him, all to avoid having s*x with
him?
He glanced at my slightly red eyes and shaking hands. “Just go,” he said, smiling in a way that pained me to see.
“Then what about you?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“I’ll manage,” he murmured.
His answer stunned me. “How?”
There was no way a rut could be overcome without s*x, unless the wolf endured three to four days of physical pain that would render them bedridden.
“I have my ways,” he simply replied, but my eyes landed on the phone in his other hand, where I could still see messages popping up.
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