Ronan had been standing in front of the door for almost half an hour. He could hear Shael's footsteps as he walked back and forth inside. Ronan couldn't come up with the courage to open the door as he never knew what Shael's reaction would be.
Is he worried about my arrival? Is he scared that I would put him through torture again? The more his head filled with such thoughts, the more his feet froze in place.
Shael actually missed his arrival as he was in the washroom. He was glancing at the door again and again, waiting for the vehicle sound to enter his ears so that he could run out to finally see Ronan.
Finally, the door creaked open and Ronan walked inside dragging the suitcase. Shael ran towards him with a warm smile and surprised face. He hugged Ronan tightly, jolting his body, breathing in Ronan's smell as he buried his face in Ronan's chest. Ronan was utterly surprised by his reaction. Ronan's breath tightened at the thought of how much Shael actually loved him and yet he was to destroy the very person.
Ronan wrapped his arms around Shael and took a deep breath. Shael pulled his head back to look at Ronan's face, "Finally I can see your face." Tears came out of Shael's eyes.
Ronan couldn't take his stare while his guilt was punching him hard. He took Shael into a tight hug avoiding his gaze, "Why are you crying like a kid? I am not dead."
"Don't say such a thing," Shael flinched inside his arms, "I missed you so much."
Ronan patted his head gently, "I missed you too." Those words came out unintentionally that Ronan himself was surprised.
Shael pulled himself back, "You can freshen up. I will prepare your meal."
"It's alright," Ronan grabbed his hand to stop him, "I am not hungry. I will just take a rest."
"Okay," Shael replied, wrapping his hand around Ronan's, pulling it up to place a gentle kiss at the back of Ronan's hand, "Take a rest. I will unpack your things."
"Wait," Ronan called, not letting go of Shael's hand, "How about you rest beside me as well? I missed your scent."
Why am I reacting this way? Ronan questioned himself.
Shael hugged Ronan once again and gave a peck at his cheek, "Alright."
Stupid! Aren't you scared that I might become abusive?
They went to sleep together and unlike Ronan's days in Cortage, where he couldn't sleep well, Ronan went to sleep in just a few minutes. Shael kissed his forehead.
He must be exhausted.
When Ronan woke up, Shael wasn't sleeping beside him. He rubbed his eyes and walked out. His heart started beating faster; he looked everywhere in the house but he was nowhere to be found. His breath was fastening with every step he took searching the house. He called Shael's number.
"Where are you?" Ronan yelled at the top of his lungs as soon as Shael picked up.
"I am at my apartment. Sorrell wanted keys."
Ronan started gasping for air so loud that Shael could hear him on the other side.
"Ronan, are you okay?" Shael stood up and his expressions stiffened.
"Yeah, I am okay," Ronan fell to his knees as his legs gave up, "Stay safe and try to come back quickly." He hung up right after completing his sentence.
"So you want me to keep abusing him?" Ronan asked out loud, his voice went weak.
[You are close enough, you have to keep going until he is pregnant and goes through forced abortion.]
Ronan took a deep breath to stop himself from breaking into tears. Instead, he screamed, "Why? Why the hell does it have to be done like that? Why not just change the plot? Why does he have to be abused by the protagonist he loves so much?"
[The novel world is based on the original plot. Please keep in mind any changes in the plot will result in unwelcomed dangers.]
"That fucking plot! Isn't the Author controlling the whole plot?"
"What happened?" Sorrell asked, worried.
"It's okay, maybe he got worried 'cause I wasn't around," Shael sat back at the sofa, "So what are you going to do about it?"
"I don't know," his fingers fidgeted.
"What about you?" Shael asked carefully, "How do you feel about him?"
"I thought I would hate him but I can't. I can't believe that even if I remember his touch it doesn't feel bad. My heart starts pounding instead. I hate myself for being so pathetic."
Shael settled on the floor in front of Sorrell and took his hands in his grip, "That's the truth. What happened has already happened. Now your baby needs him, baby needs his warmth," Shael made eye contact with him, "Look at me, you love him, right?"
Shael continued, "If your feelings have shifted already then it's hopeless to be with your abusive Alpha."
"Actually Corvin marked me the night we slept together," Sorrell said with little sobs.
"Then there is the answer. You, your feelings and your baby belong to him. Just ask him to take responsibility."
Shael got up to sit beside Sorrell and hugged him tightly, who needed that hug as he suffered too much for the sake of love. His sobs got louder.
After a long while Sorrell pulled back, "It's okay, you can go now. President must be waiting. I am feeling better now."
"Then take good care of yourself. Don't push yourself too hard with work. It's not good for your baby," Shael said, picking up his phone from the table.
Sorrell nodded in response and Shael walked out.