Chapter 14: Under the Impression
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Gwy's POV
I whimpered a lot the whole time. Not because I feel so violated by the fact that Devon is kissing me, but because my body wanted it so badly.
My body is betraying me. It's starting to abandon my beliefs and my convictions as an Eastern Shaman.
Who am I kidding? No matter how much I convict myself with the fact that I'm a Solus Lupus, I'm no better than anyone else in this world. I'm a female werewolf. It's impossible not to fall for someone like Devon.
As I tried to know him better with the help of other pack members in Black Dew, I came to realize how vulnerable the female population could be to his charm. And I'm one of the population who would throw myself begging for his touch.
I moaned as his kisses deepened. His touch started to travel down to my navel. And just as I was anticipating his next move, he suddenly broke off and stood up. His face gloomed in sweat and disdainfulness.
"Get out," he coldly said.
"W-what?"
"I'm done with you. Aren't you thankful?" He smirked.
"Should I be?" I scoffed, "You f*****g asshole!" Tears started brimming my cheeks.
"Why? Do you want me to continue?" he chuckled.
"Shut up!"
"I'm through for today, my priestess. I've just confirmed something. That's it."
"That's it?!"
"Yeah. That's it," he reaffirmed.
"How long should I really stay here, Devon? You know that I can't be the one to give you a pup. You're asking for too much."
"Just like I told you, you'll never get out of here until you've never gotten me an heir or two. That's my condition."
"Then what about my life? The temple is my life! And I told you that I can't afford to become impure!"
"You didn't get me, do you? My word is the law here, priestess. When I say you stay and give me a pup, you'll do it no matter what. I don't f*****g care about your concerns. What I care about is my reputation. Got that? Now, leave!"
I jumped after hearing him yell at me. I hugged myself and returned to my room without a word.
"What am I going to do now? How am I supposed to go back to the Shaman temple? I need to do something!"
"Stop panicking, Gwyneth!" Grace barked. "You're just straining your energy. Save it for later, will ya?"
"Are you going to be relaxed now?! Our temple is at stake! Our power is at stake! Please, Grace, we have to do something!" I cried.
"Relax, Gwyneth. I can't concentrate with all your tantrums thrown at me, okay? I'll figure out something. Hmm... What if you go and contact Cloud again?"
"I-I can try. But just so you know, since the day we got here, my power's not functioning pretty well. It's like this pack seemed to be surrounded by another spell or something..." It feels like I'm trapped inside an empty bottle. I can't use my power easily.
Just like how I did my astral projection last time... In the past, I could make the astral projection easily in no time. It's one of the easiest things I can do as a shaman. But now, I'm slowly being useless.
"Maybe you're right," Grace agreed. "Maybe there's someone in this pack that protects it. What do you think?"
"You mean that hustler alpha asked for another witch to protect this pack? I don't think so. But..."
"But... you know it's a possibility. How about we find out who's making this barrier? What do you say?"
"Okay. We can try that. But about Deena..."
"Oh, don't worry about her. As long as you don't act weird, she won't suspect you tomorrow."
After Grace and I planned about tomorrow's scheme, I returned to my own room. And just like any other night since I got here in Black Dew Pack, I pulled up an all-nighter.
I couldn't sleep. I just hugged myself and let Devon's words sink into my head. I wanted to act tough around him. I wanted to make sure he'll get the message, that I don't like him touching me. But I'm not sure for how long can I lie to him about it. That in every touch he gives me, I'm ready to through myself to him. And it's making me so frustrated.
How can I malfunction like this? There is no way I would feel this way. What has he done to me?
*****
The next morning, a knock on my door came.
"Come in!" I shouted as I was busy combing my hair to the side. I finished changing my clothes into a floral dress that Devon bought me. It's a low-cut lavender floral dress. It's a bit disappointing that I can't wear a shaman's dress anymore. But this dress is a bit less 'worldly' than any other that he had offered me.
"Are you done?" Devon asked. He was already behind me while I was fixing myself in front of the mirror.
"Yeah. What are you doing here?"
"Well, I came here to fetch you."
I arched my brow at his reflection. "Where to?"
"Don't ask any more questions. Just get your ass out of this room immediately!" he shouted while storming out of my room.
Then I rolled my eyes and obliged at his words.
I saw him inside a BMW. He was in the driver's seat tapping his finger on the wheel looking so impatient. When he saw me, he signaled me to hop in.
I turned to the shotgun seat and put the seatbelt on. "Don't you have work to do? Where are we going anyway?" I asked again.
"This is work, my priestess," he answered while maneuvering the car out of the pack's main residence.
We drove around Manhattan that's dominated by werewolves. Although I smelled some humans around, looking at them bowing to the car sent chills down my nape.
"Are we going to your office?"
"Hmm... You'll stay there while I work."
"W-what?!" I asked exasperatedly. "Devon, you've got to be kidding me!"
"You think I am? Well, let me tell you some news, priestess. I know that you're planning your escape at any moment. So I'm taking you anywhere I go and preventing you from escaping," he revealed while driving, not looking at me.
That was when my tongue got tied. I couldn't say a word. How did he know?
"Cat got your tongue, priestess?"
"D-Devon, if I plan to escape, I would've gotten out of here fast. But I didn't."
"Because you can't. That's how simple it is. But I don't trust you. After you pulled a stunt in my bathroom, you also took away the last 12% of my trust in you. So now... I decide to put you wherever I go."
I sighed. "Can't we just go back? I can't stay with you. You're just going to violate me again!"
He scoffed and laughed. Then, he suddenly pulled over and looked at me in the eye. "Violate you? That's not violating, my priestess. That's called consummating our bond as mates..."
I gulped. We locked eyes at each other and it felt like he was consuming all of my energy by breathing against my lips.
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