Their Polar Bear Dilemma

3 - The Plotting Begins

Candace

    “Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Noah asked with concern, as soon as he laid eyes on me.

    “Everything, Noah!  Everything is wrong!  My entire life has been nothing but a lie!” I sobbed in despair, knowing the cubs at school would use this as ammunition for their next round of insults.

    Noah pulled me inside and closed the door, then he wrapped his arms around me and insisted, “Not everything is a lie.  My feelings for you aren’t a lie.  Now, tell me why you are saying this.”

    “My father is alive!  My mum hid it from me my entire life!”  I cried into his shoulder.

    “Babe, that’s great news!  You can finally get away from this pack.  Away from Jillian,” he exclaimed with more excitement than I expected.

    After pulling back from the hug, I gazed into his stunning sky-blue eyes, searching them for any sign of something being off, then I timidly responded, “Away from you, Noah.  I could never leave you.”

    “I don’t want you to leave, but I do want you to be happy.  If there is a chance of you being happy every day, I wouldn’t hold you back,” Noah informed me with sincerity and a hint of sadness appearing in his eyes.   

    “I won’t leave you, just because some b***h wants to talk s**t for no good reason.  Jillian and her friends can go choke on a d**k,” I grumbled, letting Noah know where I stood on the subject.

    After chuckling in response to my crude comment, Noah grabbed my hand and suggested, “We should hang out in my room.”

    “Ooh, what are we gonna do in there?” I playfully inquired.

    “Talk,” Noah answered with a wink.

    Without another word, we scurried off to his bedroom, where I immediately climbed on his bed and mumbled, “What are we gonna talk about?”

    “You!  I want to hear all about your father,” Noah exclaimed.

    Instantly, I groaned with a frown before quietly uttering, “I don’t want to think or talk about any of that.  Right now, I just wanna enjoy my time with you.”

    “Fine,” he responded with a pout, then he sat down on the edge of the bed beside me and nonchalantly asked, “Do you wanna make-out?”

    “Of course,” I replied with an exaggerated eye roll.

    The next second, Noah was pushing me back onto the mattress, then he climbed on top of me and started tickling my sides.  I thrashed beneath him, begging Noah to stop, but he showed me no mercy, tickling me until I was panting for breath.

    When he finally relented, Noah leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, making me forget all about the ruthless tickling session.  Despite already feeling breathless, I tangled my fingers in his shaggy, jet-black hair that he kept styled more to the left side and returned the kiss.

    Within seconds, I swiped my tongue over his lower lip, and Noah immediately parted them, giving me the entrance, I was seeking.   I was quick to dart my tongue into his mouth, then I swirled it around his and enjoyed the sweet taste of his saliva.

    It wasn’t long before Noah started grinding against me, then he tore his lips from mine and breathlessly mumbled, “Damn, it’s getting so hard to restrain myself with you.”

    “It’s getting real hard, baby.  You know… There is a very easy way to take care of that,” I hummed while trailing my fingertips down his back.

    “Candace I want more than anything to do that, but I just can’t,” Noah responded with a pained facial expression.

    I brought one of my hands around and cupped his cheek while softly murmuring, “It’s okay, Noah.  I will wait as long as I need to.”

    “I love you, Candace,” he breathed out.

    Hearing those words leave Noah’s mouth for the first time sent my heart soaring with delight.  He was the first and only person I had ever gotten close to besides my mum, and he was the one I hoped to spend the rest of my life with.

    “I love you, too, Noah,” I hummed with happiness before pulling his face back down for another kiss.

    We spent a few hours making-out on his bed, then I fell asleep wrapped in his arms.  I woke-up the next morning, feeling happier than I had in a while, and it was all thanks to Noah.

    Knowing my mum probably stayed up all night crying, I decided to head home first thing, but I made sure to give Noah a sweet kiss and let him know I would be back later.  He completely understood why I was in a hurry to leave, and I was thankful for it.

    Sure enough, I found my mum lying on the couch, hugging an almost empty box of tissues while she continued to cry.  I couldn’t help feeling bad for my part in those tears, so I rushed over and dropped to my knees.

    After taking one of her hands between mine, I timidly mumbled, “Mum, I don’t know all the details surrounding what happened between you and my father.  What I do know is that you should have told me about him a long time ago.  You know I would have kept your secret to myself.”

    “To be honest, I feared your father finding out about you.  You are the rightful heir to the throne, being his firstborn cub.  I feared he would send somebody to kill you,” my mum sobbed, letting her sorrow be heard.

    “Do you really think my father is capable of such a horrible thing?” I asked in disbelief.    

    “Absolutely!  He beat his current mate and cheated on her with me, then he killed her lover after she left him.  I witnessed your father kill countless werecats.  Not to mention, the many werebears he personally executed for crossing his path.  He is not a good man, Candace,” my mum explained in the most serious tone I had ever heard her use.

    “What other secrets have you been keeping from me?  Do I have grandparents?  Siblings?  Aunts or uncles?” I fired at her, wanting to know.

    “Honey, King Silas was an only child and his parents were killed long ago.  As for siblings, I’ve heard people talk about the Queen giving birth to our future king, so I can only assume you have at least one half-sibling,” she explained with a look of worry in her eyes.

    “Do you think it would be safe for me to meet him now that I’m older?” I asked, hoping for a little good news.

    “I would like to take you there, but I think we should wait until after your eighteenth birthday.  Between now and then, I can teach you how to act like the princess you are, and as much as I can about becoming a queen.  If I’m taking you back to my home pack, it will be so you can take your rightful place as the Queen of Werebears,”  my mum informed me with an evil smirk appearing on her usually pretty face.