Chapter 18

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"You're mine, only mine" Asher's lips traced my neck, leaving hot pools of desire.

"Ash" I moaned as his fingertips drifted down my body with featherlike movements.

I titled my head, my lips attacking his and I bit his bottom lip seductively.

His grey orbs sparkled playfully as he grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my back, the familiar black sheets of our bed engulfing me.

I looked up at him through my lashes and he lowered his head down to mine, stopping just before my lips.

I moaned in frustration. Kiss me dammit!!

His lips tilted into a smirk, knowing exactly what effect he was having on me.

But then his Adonis face morphed into a sad, desperate one as suddenly I was back into the car that smelt like him, leaving our home.

And then I jolted awake, my heartbeat erratic with sweat running down my skin and tears streaming down my cheeks. The sun was just rising above the sea to the left of me. The glass doors allowing the sounds of waves to crash into the room. I pushed the duvet covers off me and grabbed the glass of water which I purposely placed on the beside table. Drinking the water, I could feel myself cool down and reach a semi-decent state once more.

I suppose I was prepared now, for the recurring nightmare that attacked my sleep each night. It had been 2 weeks, and despite pushing him out of my mind during the day, my subconscious forced me to watch these fantasies during my sleep. And it was torture; a reminder of everything I couldn't have.

Knowing that I would never be able to get back to sleep, I stood up and walked out of the bedroom and down the maze of a house to the kitchen. Even Asher's holiday house was just as, if not more, extravagant and incredible as his woodland house. He has expensive taste.

Stop it I reprimanded myself softly, stop thinking about him.

Of course it wasn't that easy, but I immersed myself into cooking breakfast, scrambled egg and a mixture of fruit. Once the food was prepared, I placed them neatly on a tray, along with a glass of orange juice, and wandered out onto the veranda, down the wooden steps to the beach awaiting me.

Just in time for the sunrise.

It had become a distorted routine of mine. Nightmare, breakfast, beach.

But at least the beach soothed me.

The waves were gentle today as they lapped at the sandy expanse.

My toes curled under the soft, textured white sand, and as I plopped myself down on the beach, red and orange hues rose above the skyline, sending incredible reflections off the ocean.

A cool breeze waved past me, disrupting the otherworldly silence.

The only friendship I'd managed to secure was that of the birds and wildlife. Mostly due to the fact that there was no civilisation or even peek of human existence for miles surrounding the property.

Despite this isolation, I enjoyed the silence.

I consumed my breakfast in record time, and, slightly reluctantly, stood up, brushing the sand off my clothing, and wandering back inside the house.

Traipsing into the luxurious bathroom, I showered quickly, my skin thanking me for the burst of cleanliness. I had shuffled the music on my phone and upbeat tunes were whistling through my ears, injecting me with the insatiable desire to dance as the music clouded my senses.

I vacated the shower after a prolonged period of time, marvelling in the bliss that the pour of hot water blessed me with. Cold air attacked my skin, but it only gave me a sense of feeling, something I was fearing was significantly declining.

As beautiful and enchanting as this paradise was, i had no purpose here. I was just a sitting duck, awaiting my fathers barbaric attack, hiding myself behind this protected mansion.

I sighed internally, my patience and willpower wearing as thin as a piece of ageing paper.

As time was not of the essence and days dragged on for centuries, I took time to drag the towel across my body, as if I naively thought that I could clean and wipe away all of my misdeeds and loneliness as well.

I couldn't bear to look at myself in the mirror on the way out. I'd lost my appetite ever since I'd left my..dont think about him I reminded myself. It was the only thing I'd seemed to be doing these days. Attempting to forget the unforgettable. Because, despite my refusal to acknowledge him, the pack and Asher had imprinted upon me, and nothing would ever go back to how it was before when I was an unaware, naïve English teenager.

And I'm protecting those people by staying away and leading my dad away from them.

I replayed images, no, memories of my pack, Freddy, Lola, J, Asher and the happy, blissful smiles adorning the chubby cheeks of the children and their mothers and fathers.

It was my duty to protect them.

With this reboot and burst of motivation, I dropped my towel and walked out of the bathroom.

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My days played out similar to that. And these days turned to weeks, until I realised that I had been in the beach house for 2 months.

2 months.

2 whole months.

And nothing had happened. I had exchanged no physical or verbal contact with any human being for that long amount of time.

It was rather peculiar though, whenever I ran out of food or bathroom supplies, I received a knock on the door.  I remember the first time that it had happened. It was around 1 week into my stay, and my food supplies were draining out, especially since that was the period I was comfort eating. When I heard the sound I had dreamed about hearing, I immediately ran over to the door, my heart beating erratically, my head chanting his name over and over again with wonder and happiness. Disappointment was an understatement, when I peered at the large box on my doorstep. I had holed myself up in my bed for the whole day, after opening the crate and finding nothing of value. I cried and cried into my pillow, pain and agony crawling back into me. That was when I promised myself that I would stop thinking about him, of course, he was eternally etched into my subconscious.

But now, I could no longer wait to be saved like a damsel in distress.

I was sick of waiting for something to happen. My father hadn't made his presence known and there was no contact between me and the pack, which I suppose would only increase their safety. Truthfully, I was tired. Tired of this place, despite its rare beauty.I was going to take matters into my own hands, and change the game. I've never been one to sit idly by and just watch destruction and war fall into place.

If my father wanted me, he can have me, but I'll be going down fighting. But not before I even the set and make things interesting......

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Ok, so, I have decided that the next chapter will be quite a short one

And it's going to be from Asher's perspective!!!!

I don't usually like books that flip between perspectives, but this will be a one off chapter and I'm including it because I think it's crucial to the story to hear from Asher after the last 2 chapters.

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