Living a Lie

Heat

"Wake up! Wake up, little girl." I can hear him but I choose to ignore him. I pull the covers up and over my face hoping that he'll get the idea and leave. He doesn't, and instead grabs it and pulls it to my feet. The sun blinds me, making me sit up and glare at him. He smirks back at me and says, "Breakfast luv, you've got to get something into you." I look down at the tray and see pancakes layered on top of each other. A glass filled with syrup sits on the side along with fresh berries. A glass of milk sits on the other side with a fork and butter knife.

"You made this?" I ask sceptical. Don't get me wrong I don't know him, but he doesn't seem like a chef.

"Are you saying I can't cook?" He asks putting a hand on his heart, "You don't even know me and yet you accuse me. That's just rude."

I roll my eyes, "Well thank you for the breakfast." I say grabbing the syrup. I slept horribly last night and my leg in a cast didn't help.

"Oh! I didn't make them," he says standing up, "but I'll tell the chef they were approved." I was just about to take a bite but now I just want to throw it at him.

Instead, I ask a more important question, "Can I take a shower?" With my heat just starting, I feel like I'm about to burn to death. I can see the sweat on my shirt and feel it on my hair and all over my body. He must have failed to figure that out last night because he gaves me a weird look. "I need you to take this chain off of me, and because it feels like a million degrees in here," I explain irritated.

His eyebrows go up finally understanding. "Oh...um...yea about that...um...we can't let you do that." He says shyly looking away.

"And why not exactly?" I ask getting angry.

"Because we can't have you run back to your little pack and tattle tale on us." He says as if it's the most obvious answer ever. I was never a fan of this guy in the first place but now it's hatred. Being kidn*pped was bad but not being able to take a cold shower in my heat? This guy is in for his money. Horrifying enough, all my wolf wants to do is have my way with him. It sounds amazing to be able to get rid of this pain but the thought kills me. What am I saying? I do not want to sleep with him! I tell myself over and over again trying to get it into my brain.

He must see the desire I'm my eyes because he suddenly gets it in his. I'm broke between kissing him and punching him, but he's walking towards me. And it's not like he's the worst-looking guy. He sits down on the edge of my bed staring at me. I want to kiss him and make this all go away, but he's the enemy. Suddenly his face is inches from mine. I have to make a decision: kiss or punch. As soon as his eyes close, I smack him.

His face goes up and his hands find my wrist putting my hands above my head he glares down at me. Then I do it. The unthinkable. I kiss him.

It feels so good and so bad at the same time. His tongue is in my mouth claiming dominance while his hands have found my face and waist. My hands are in his hair, tugging it as if he'll disappear if I let go. A moan escapes my mouth making him push his body against mine. It feels so good but I want more. I need more. He groans as his mouth goes to my neck. Suddenly reality hits me and I shove him away. He looks down at me as though I'm an angel and a devil. I glare at him mad at what just happened, but I'm mostly mad at myself. "You're a monster. You've murdered hundreds of my people." I spat at him.

"Us huh? We haven't touched half as many people as you have. You hypocrite." He spits back. "You're just as bad as us no matter what your fiance tells you." He stands up pacing the room back and forth.

"How do you know I have a fiance?" I ask suddenly confused.

"Oh, I know about you, future Luna. Sage. The beloved love of Jake." He spits out his name as though it is the worst name in the world. "Also princess, the giant ring on your finger gives me a pretty good hint." He says as if that's the clearest answer. I look down suddenly embarrassed of not thinking of my ring. I look down at it and frown. I know it's just a ring but it hurts my heart that it's nothing like me.

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I stopped talking after we talked about Jake, making Grant leave the room. It feels as though it's been forever though it's only been a couple of hours. All my blankets are on the floor and I'm down to my bra and leggings since I couldn't slide them past the cast or chain. I feel like I'm in the firey pit of hell. My hair is stuck to my back and looks like I just got out of the shower. I can see sweat dripping down my stomach and onto the bed.

I feel like I'm dead. Or at least I want to be. I have no clue where I am. I was kidn*pped by our sworn enemy. My leg is broken. But I don't care. I don't care about any of it. I just want to take an ice-cold shower. "Miss Sage?" Someone asks. I turn my head to see an old man in a white lab coat walking towards me. Grant walks behind him with the same women as before. I think her name was Anne. She smiles at me sweetly like she understands what I'm going through. I'm more focused on the doctor though. He starts examining my leg to make sure it is stable or something. "Last night when Grant brought you here I did surgery and put the cast on." He says picking up my foot, "I'm just making sure it's alright and elevated enough." He moves it around a little then tells me something about it being a few weeks to a couple of months.

I'm just not paying attention. I feel like I'm dying and I hope Anne will have empathy and let me bathe. "Anne right," I say getting her attention, "please let me take a bath. Please!" I beg her looking in her eyes. She looks down then looks at Grant. They whisper something to each other I can't make out but finally she looks at me and nods.