Warrior Luna and Her Dispell Poems

Wait for Me

Bella, still lying beneath him, blinked in surprise. She could sense the change in him, the sudden tension that gripped his body. For a few moments, the cave was filled with silence, thick, charged, and almost suffocating.

"Asher…" she whispered softly, her voice carrying a gentleness that felt like a balm to his tortured soul. She touched his arm, her fingers light and careful, almost as if she was afraid to break him.

He sat up, running his hand through his hair, his chest rising and falling as he fought to calm down. “Bella,” he rasped, his voice heavy with regret. “I...this wasn’t how it was supposed to go… I’m… I’m sorry. I lost control. This is the reason why I told you that I can’t be around you.”

The apology fell from his lips like a stone, heavy and awkward, not nearly enough to explain the turmoil inside him. He felt exposed, vulnerable in a way he had never been before. His entire life, he had been the strong one, the future Alpha. He wasn’t supposed to lose control like this.

Bella sat up beside him, her heart still racing from the intensity of what had just happened. Her mind was spinning, and her own emotions were tangled in a web of confusion, but she could see the pain in Asher’s eyes, the shame that weighed on him. It tugged at something deep within her, something that couldn’t bear to see him hurting.

“You don’t have to apologize,” she whispered, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. She reached for his hand, her fingers lacing gently with his. “It’s okay, Asher.”

He turned to look at her, his dark eyes wide and filled with disbelief. "Okay?" he repeated, his voice thick with self-loathing. "Bella, I—" His voice faltered, his words failing him once again. He didn’t know how to explain the war raging inside him, the way his feelings for her had consumed him so entirely.

But Bella’s eyes were soft, and when she squeezed his hand, the simple gesture grounded him in a way nothing else could. “Asher, I… I don’t care about what just happened,” she said, her voice firm, but gentle. “What I care about is you. I care about the fact that you were honest with me, that you shared something real, something that you’ve been holding back.”

Her words pierced through the fog of his self-doubt, and for the first time since the kiss, Asher let himself really look at her. She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t embarrassed. Instead, she was looking at him with a tenderness that made his chest ache.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper as she blushed hardly as well. “And hearing you say you care about me, it’s all I ever wanted. You don’t have to be perfect, Asher. I never wanted perfect. I just wanted you.”

Asher’s breath hitched, his heart swelling with emotion at her confession. Her words wrapped around his heart, melting away the shame, the fear, the frustration. For so long, he had kept his distance from her, afraid of hurting her, afraid of the uncertainty of their future. But now, with her sitting beside him, her hand in his, all of those worries seemed so small, so insignificant in the face of what they shared.

He turned toward her, his fingers gently lifting her chin so their eyes met. There was so much he wanted to say, but no words felt adequate to express how deeply he felt for her. “Bells,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion, “I don’t deserve you.”

Bella’s heart clenched at the vulnerability in his voice. She had always seen Asher as this strong, unshakable force, someone who could handle anything. But now, sitting there with him, she realized just how deeply he felt, how much he had been struggling.

“Don’t say that,” she murmured, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “You’re more than enough, Asher. You always have been.”

The sincerity in her voice broke something inside him, and before he could stop himself, he pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly. This time, though, it wasn’t the fiery, desperate need that had consumed him before, it was something deeper, something that came from the very core of him.

Bella melted into his embrace, her head resting against his chest as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. She felt safe here, wrapped in his arms, and for the first time in a long while, she felt like everything was going to be okay. The world outside their little cave might still be complicated, but here, with Asher, it was simple. It was just the two of them, and that was all that mattered.

Asher leaned back, taking in a deep breath as he broke the hug, his lips hovering close to Bella’s, the sensation of her still burning against his skin. His heart was racing, and he knew he had to say it before the intensity of the moment completely overwhelmed him. “We should probably head back,” he said, his voice low and playful, trying to lighten the tension. “I need to take a shower… like, ASAP.”

She lifted herself from the blanket, brushing off the remnants of their secret hideaway, ready to return. But just as she moved toward the entrance of the cave, Asher’s voice, serious and soft, stopped her in her tracks.

“I’m scared, Bella.”

She turned to him, her heart tightening. Asher wasn’t the type to admit fear easily. She walked back to him, her steps cautious. “Why?” she asked gently, her eyes searching his face, seeing the vulnerability he rarely let anyone see.

He rubbed the back of his neck, a sigh escaping his lips as he looked down. “My birthday is in just a few days… and I’m terrified that when it comes, I’ll find out that you’re not my fated mate.”

His words hung in the air between them, heavy with uncertainty and fear. Bella’s chest tightened at the thought, but she refused to let the fear take root in her heart. She approached him slowly, lifting a hand to his face. Her fingers brushed lightly against his cheek, tracing the lines of worry etched into his skin.

“Asher,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with conviction. “We need to trust the Moon Goddess and her ways. She knows what’s best for us, even if we don’t always understand it. And… let’s not lose hope. In three days, we’ll know the truth.”

Asher’s gaze met hers, and for a moment, the weight of her words calmed the storm raging inside him. He nodded, though the fear still lingered in his eyes. But there was also something else there: trust. Trust in her, in them, in whatever path was meant to unfold.

They walked together through the forest, the quiet of the night surrounding them. The familiar sounds of rustling leaves and the distant calls of animals filled the air, but all Asher could focus on was Bella beside him, her presence grounding him in a way nothing else could. When they finally reached her house, the familiar sight of her home came into view, illuminated by the soft glow of the porch light.

Just as Bella was about to step forward, Asher gently grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. His arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her close. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply, savoring her scent, lavender and something uniquely Bella. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck, and she shivered in response, the sensation sending tingles down her spine.

Slowly, Asher turned her around to face him, his hands framing her face as he looked into her eyes. The tension between them crackled, electric and undeniable. Without saying a word, he leaned down and captured her lips again, this time with a sensuality that took her breath away. The kiss was deep, filled with longing and the unspoken promise of what was to come. It was a kiss that drove both of them to the edge, their bodies yearning for more, their connection deepening with every passing second.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless and flushed, Asher brushed a strand of hair from her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek with a tenderness that made her heart ache. He could feel her pulse racing under his touch, and it mirrored the rapid thudding of his own heart.

“I need to go away,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “For the next few days, I’ll be at the Royal Pack for some training.”

Bella’s eyes widened, a flash of sadness crossing her features. “Oh…” Her voice trailed off, and he could see the disappointment she was trying to hide.

“But,” he continued quickly, cupping her face, “I’ll be back for my birthday celebration. And then we’ll know for sure. We’ll know if we’re meant to be.” His eyes searched hers, needing her to understand how much this meant to him. “Just a few days, and we’ll have our answer.”

Bella nodded, emotion welling up in her chest. The thought of those days without him already felt unbearable, but she knew they had to face whatever came next with strength and trust.

He pulled her into one last embrace, holding her tightly, as if he didn’t want to let go. “Bells…” he whispered against her ear, his breath warm on her skin. “Wait for me.”

Bella looked up at him, her heart swelling with affection, and she smiled, a smile filled with warmth, love, and quiet certainty. “Always,” she replied softly.

With one last lingering kiss, Asher stepped back, his hand reluctantly leaving hers as he began to walk away. Bella watched him disappear into the night, her heart aching with both longing and hope. She pressed her fingers to her lips, still tingling from his kiss, and whispered to the empty space around her.

“Three days…” she murmured to herself, a quiet promise to the night.