A Deeper Kiss & Deeper Wound

Micah POV It was getting quiet and the murmurs were settling down. I stood there unmoving, my eyes locked on to pretty. I haven't seen him this quiet ever. Not when he returned home after slaughtering many of my kind, not after the twins were born and the mother died without any word, not after finding out that Zayn had impregnated Anna. Pretty wasn't the kind to quitely feel emotions, if they were foreign or too much for him, he just raged until something settles. But this time, Jonah died and he went quiet after spending the first night a complete wreck and not hiding it. We were all worried about him but all he always said for the past two days was that 'he was fine'. Somebody cleared their throat and finally I focused onto the whole room. Everyone was looking at me, waiting for me to say something. "A life well lived will never be a waste and the fact that we're still mourning shows that we know we lost a good one." I raised my glass of champagne to give a toast and Bryce stood cheering with a low growl-bark mixture and suddenly people were now comfortable clapping. My eyes locked on to Adrian's again and he was just staring at me with his hands automatically clapping like they knew that was expected. There were no daggers shooting from his icy blue eyes that usually scolded me for doing whatever I wanted. There was no crack of warmness that shone through everytime I did something interesting. There wasn't even a shred of grief-the point is, for the first time since I have known him, Pretty's eyes aren't communicating, they are just quite. People continued to mingle and celebrate while the whole group sat at a table around Adrian, just talking and existing while he sat there just eating whatever Zayn put on his plate. We had Jonah's funeral earlier and now were celebrating as if it was his birthday, it was at his request when the topic of death came up randomly years ago-he said: 'When I die, after I have been buried you better spend the rest of the day eating, drinking and f*****g in my honor because I'm dead and no amount of denying yourselves will bring me back'. To which Adrian responded: 'don't you think you should allow people to actually want to mourn for you?' We all knew he was asking for himself and we held our breaths for Jonah's answer. And he said: 'death is the only thing we can't fix- in all the meaning of the word.' We never talked about it again and that was the way it was now. Night came and everyone was tired and dispersing. Adrian stood from the chair he had been glued to the whole day and walked straight to the mansion with all of us following. We were all worried about him but we acted as if he wasn't creeping us out. We got to the mansion kitchen and Darius asked "sweet treat?" "Yes please." Andria who we just now call Ria begged. We all instinctively but subtly looked at Adrian and he sat at the kitchen Island eyes fixed forward and just existing. Zayn waved us off to continue letting pretty be, so we did. They were closer now, Zayn knew his husband so well that they didn't have to speak for Zayn to understand him. He indulged him in everything and could never and would never say no Adrian. We ate ice cream while we chatted. Bryce, Nate and Ria were immensed in their own conversation, Darius and Rosy were also in their element and the rest of us were just talking over each other. Adrian suddenly came down from the Island and walked towards the exit of the kitchen. "Where are you going?" Zayn asked casually. "I haven't decided." Adrian finally said something other than 'fine'. Zayn walked to him and took both his hands into his and pecked him on the lips, "I'm worried about you." His voice was soft and warm. "I'm worried about me too." Adrian's voice came out too flat for my liking. "Baby." Zayn cooed embracing him warmly and firmly. "I'll be okay." After a while of silence Adrian sighed heavily. "I promise I'll be okay, just give me time." He addressed the whole room looking at him with worry filled eyes. He walked to the kids and hugged them while Zayn watched with a smidge of concern. "I might not come to bed tonight." He just announced walking out of the kitchen. "The f**k you won't!" Zayn immediately turned on his heels and followed his husband, "I didn't ask Jonah to die!" He yelled and we all managed to laugh as a group as he disappeared. I shook my head and walked out of the mansion because my mission was over. Pretty was in good hands now and Zayn is there for him-not that there was any need for me to do that because Zayn would rather f*****g chew a Jean jacket and die repeatedly before he denies Adrian anything. Besides I had a date. I had left four beautiful ladies at the hall waiting for me to fetch them and go have my way with them. I had landed on an orgy, in honor of Jonah who became my partner in crime when it came to having no strings attached s*x, I was going to have an orgy. Jonah was monogamous himself, but he wasn't in a relationship, he was just f*****g one person and there really was nothing more between them. While I changed partners like f*****g underwear. I walked to the hall while chanting 'orgy! Orgy! Orgy!' over and over again in my head. "No!" Nel my wolf spoke with a direct tone and speech. "What do you mean buddy?" I wasn't focused, just kept walking without minding him. Nel wasn't the type of wolf to complain or anything. He listened to me and did whatever the f**k I wanted us to do. "We're going home to sleep!" I stopped and listened. "What?" "Turn around and go home, if you feel too alone just sleep at the mansion." He was serious, he has never told me what to do ever since we lost our mate, nothing interested him after. He just existed within me and worked with me. He didn't lose his spark or will to live but he just chilled and relaxed. "Nel buddy I'm not turning down an orgy, not now not ever." "That part of our lives is over boss. We are now retired, out of business, no longer interested and absolutely done!" "The f**k!? Just because Jonah's dead doesn't mean we should stop! f**k that! The party goes on!" I screamed at him and almost took a step going forward but he calmly replied, "If you do this again with anybody who doesn't matter then you're on your own." He was threatening me. I am good at s*x, the styles, the kinks, the way I do it in the bedroom-everything is all me, but the stamina to last, that is all Nel. He's not interested in nothing except what I want and he always I mean always comes through for me. "Who the f**k matters then!?" I focus on that instead of his threat. "Go home and sleep and just stop indulging in any whoring activities and everything will go back to normal. Fuck that! He wasn't even answering me, I'm gonna do whatever the f**k I want. I walked to that hall to make that orgy happen and all he said was, "you're on your own." And he f*****g dissapeared to the background. I didn't go to the hall, I went home to sleep and I was beyond pissed for that!