An Angel's Turn

Remembering True Love

It is strange how my memory attacks me. I always seem to remember those who had the strongest impact in my life. One of them happened to be my fated lover by the Goddess herself. I remember that day so clearly, he was wounded in his wing. I remembered the smell of his blood and the feel of his eyes as he saw me.

I wasn't afraid of him, don't get me twisted. He was handsome for someone who was only fifteen at the time. His body was strong and powerful proving he was an alpha and ruler. His bloodline was that of a Phoenix, the most beautiful and immortal creature known to mankind. His hair was blonde and soft, the eyes were mirrors of golden gems. You could get lost just by staring into them for too long. His wings were redder than passion and soft to the touch. I was drawn to him, he smelt like a freshly made fire all toasty and warm.

I know he was drawn to me. He however couldn't understand me due to me not being able to speak English. My father was of Spanish blood while my mother was Japanese. I was grateful that he still was infatuated with me despite my issue. Our mutual feelings soon reached my mother. She was relieved I had found someone I saw as a potential father to my children.

I wasn't the one for romance, I was never interested in finding love. All I was interested in was becoming the ideal ruler/leader for my whole tribe. I however didn't have a choice upon earning my powers. I was destined to be wed. There was no way out of it. That much I can say. My mother always will be known as Lady Lily, had many suitors for me but I rejected every single one.

That was until I met him, like I said he was beautiful and pure blood. The only difference between us was that I am a wild one and he was tamed. A tamed blood means they are raised from infancy by people outside of our world. A wild blood is one that was born and raised in the wild making us extremely strong and happy. It didn't mean I didn't love him.

I was grateful I met him, regardless of his origins I still wanted him. It took him weeks to get me to look at him which wasn't much of a surprise. The males are known as stallions and the females are well known as bitches. It was named by our society. It sucked but was a fact, the stallions will court a matured b***h until she either accepts him or runs him off. He courted me perfectly and I accepted him.

I was inside of a room gazing at him during a full moon. My sapphire blue eyes gazed deep in his golden yellow ones. My long nightgown was around my body hugging me tightly. I could tell he was hungry for something more. All stallions are that way. The night was hot and very quiet but the quiet didn't last long.

I was drawn to him as well. That night our passion was unstoppable. It lasted up until dawn. I knew we'd end up that way. It was well worth everything done to get us to this point.

I remember his mouth how hot and smoldering the taste of his breath was. How his large hands were as they roamed my mocha skin making me feel alive. How our legs were tangled in a heavy embrace. The way my eyes were locked on his. Our lips danced like it was a sultry wet dance. My soul fluttered as much as my heart did.

He was so dominant that I knew I was powerless to break free. I had felt the imminent urge to submit to his will. So that night I gave myself to him. Submitted my very body, soul, heart and mind to him. I adored Kei. I couldn't resist his face, those deep dark golden eyes, the way his lips formed a smile that stole my breath in a matter of seconds.

I was so burnt and spent after three rounds of our growling, hissing and gripping of our bodies. I couldn't resist as I mentioned. Once the dawn approached my deep sapphire eyes met the furred pelt blanket me. When I turned I saw him on me. He was so beautiful as he slept. I was amazed at his natural beauty. In a matter of seconds he opened his eyes and smirked at me. I felt him rise before saying in a soothing tone.

“Are you alright my dear?” Kei spoke so softly to me as he pulled out and laid beside me on the furred pelt blanket. “You seemed lost in thought.”

I nod knowing that my Spanish would be near impossible to understand. I was different. He knew that as much as I. I was not ashamed though. The exact opposite. I knew I'd be different, the moment I was born I knew that fact. He smiled and kissed me so softly but I knew this encounter of passion would lead to an heir.

My mother, the lady of the village, would want me to have a daughter. Seeing as our powers automatically transmit to girls better than boys. My father being the chief would much rather want a male heir than a female.

Me personally. I wanted a male. I didn't want my daughter to suffer the fate I had. Being forced to endure all the pain and neglect. Not by my people or parents but by the others who never understood. I wasn't afraid of them, no never, I was more afraid of myself. I went from being an innocent lady clothed beautifully in white to a broken caged angel clothed in black. It was unbearable. Insulting is the right word I've used numerous times.

I'd give anything to be a normal woman again. To wear white and be happy again. However those days are behind me. The old me died when I became who I am now. I was just happy that we were together.