Blood moon

Chapter 83. Kiss me

Hunter had had a night of passion with Andrea, something unbridled and enchanting. It all started when he came to her door because he heard that she hadn't wanted to eat her dinner, worried he went to look for her in her room, where he found her lying on the bed, sensing that something was wrong with her he went to check if she was alright, he realized then that silent tears were falling down her cheek.

—Andrea, has something happened— the younger werewolf's tone of voice was very concerned.

The woman tried to straighten up so that she was sitting on the bed, but the man's body wouldn't let her, he was leaning heavily on the bed trying to take up as much space as possible, it made her feel more pressured, the pain in her chest increased rapidly, she felt like she couldn't let him down, let the Halland family down, because they were all doing their best to make her feel safe, but she just felt like she couldn't fit in.

—I...I feel bad— her voice sounded completely broken.

Andrea Smith was alone in her room. The silence of the night was broken only by the soft murmur of the wind rustling the curtains of her half-open window. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight that crept timidly in, creating dancing shadows on the walls.

Andrea, her hands trembling, held a framed photograph of her mother. Her eyes were filled with tears that slowly spilled down her cheeks. The image of her mother, with a warm, loving smile, seemed so distant at that moment. Since she had learned of her pregnancy, a whirlwind of emotions had swept over her.

The young woman caressed her bulging belly tenderly as she lost herself in thought. The thought of becoming a mother scared her deeply; would she be able to care for her baby the way her mother had cared for her? The fear of not being up to the task of motherhood overwhelmed her.

The tears kept falling as a lump in her throat made her sob harder. She desperately missed her mother, who had been her constant support in difficult times. But now, with her mother away and her pregnant, she felt lost and vulnerable.

Andrea knew the road ahead would not be easy. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions. She looked at her mother's picture again and promised herself that she would do everything she could to be a good mother to her future child.

—But did something happen? Did someone say something to you? Are you in pain? Do you feel like you're missing something?— the tenderness the werewolf showed made her feel even more guilty, because he seemed ready to fight the world.

—No...I just don't feel well— her voice came out in a breathless whisper.

Hunter took her in his arms gently, caressed her face. Andrea, in her sadness, allowed him to hold her, and rested her head on Hunter's chest. The warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart provided a refuge from the emotional storm that was shaking her.

There was no need to talk at that moment. Hunter gently stroked Andrea's hair as she let her tears flow freely. He comforted her with gestures of tenderness and reassurance. Andrea could feel the unconditional love that emanated from her husband, and it brought her invaluable comfort.

As time passed, Andrea's tears became less intense, and her breathing calmed. Hunter gently kissed her forehead and began to speak in a soothing voice. He reminded her how much he loved her and how brave and strong she was. He assured her that together they would overcome any obstacle that came their way and that he would be by her side, supporting her every step of this new adventure as parents.

Andrea looked up and met Hunter's loving, understanding gaze. In that moment, she felt a glimmer of hope in the midst of uncertainty. She knew she didn't have all the answers, but she had someone who was willing to walk beside her on this journey. Hunter's presence and comfort gave her strength to face her fears and doubts about motherhood.

—You are more than I ever imagined, I don't deserve to be by your side— she said with such conviction that it made him nervous.

—Don't ever say that, I'm the one who's grateful to you for saving me.

—Save you?

—From loneliness— commented the werewolf to the emptiness of the room.

—Kiss me— she commanded.

After that moment of comfort, Andrea raised her head and looked deeply into Hunter's eyes. The connection between them, charged with emotion and love, seemed palpable in the air. Their lips slowly drew closer, as if they were irresistible magnets attracted to each other.

The kiss began softly, like a tender caress in the middle of the night. Andrea and Hunter's lips met with restrained passion, whispers of love and desire that intertwined in a fiery dance. Their hands held each other tenderly, as if they never wanted to let go.

With each passing second, the kiss grew more passionate and urgent. Andrea and Hunter's hearts beat in unison, like two souls meeting in a moment of deep intimacy. The room filled with the fiery energy of their love, and the outside world seemed to fade away completely.

In that kiss, they found solace, passion and a deeper bond. It was a reminder that, together, they could overcome any obstacle and that the love they shared was their refuge in the midst of the storm. As they lost themselves in each other, the future seemed a place full of promise and possibility.

In that kiss, they found comfort, passion and a deeper bond. It was a reminder that, together, they could overcome any obstacle and that the love they shared was their refuge in the midst of the storm. As they lost themselves in each other, the future seemed a place full of promise and possibility.

That had happened the night before, a passionate night between their bodies. Now that they were together, at dawn with their bodies still entwined in an embrace, her head resting on his chest, he realized he was more complete than ever, he wished they could never be separated, she was perfect for him and he didn't want to have to look anywhere else.

—What are you thinking— Andrea asked in a playful voice.

Hunter cleared his throat feeling a little embarrassed to have been caught while he was rambling in his thoughts.

—Nothing.

—You're not thinking, it's obvious that something is troubling you— she commented with an air of wisdom —You're increasing the rhythm of your breathing and you seem lost like just now and I'm not even looking at you.