“Don’t fight me.” Jessa whispers as she takes my hands in hers.


    “It’s okay to touch me. I want you to touch me. As nervous as I am around alpha males, i want to feel your touch.”


    1 try to pull away as she ces my hands on her waist. I can’t help the whine thates out when


    she holds me there,


    “Cole please. I know you don’t understand but you need to connect with me. It’s the only way running from your pack will work.”


    1 freeze my fight as her words hit me hard. This isn’t a tease. She wants me just as I want her and she’s preparing me for what may be ast resort, using our bond to link once I run. I close my eyes as I will myself to stay as she removes her hands from mine. My voice shakes as I finally try to voice


    the fears I have with being with her.


    “I don’t know you well enough to think of what you would feel but I wish alpha were here.”


    “Why would you want him to be here?” I knew she would ask.


    I just wish my past was easier to understand than it is.


    “I don’t want to do something wrong. I want him to watch me. Make certain I don’t hurt you.”


    My voice has that dreaded childish whine behind it but even dating for me has been a nightmare.


    My touch is light on her body and she easily steps out of it as I finish my response.


    “I would never falsely use you of anything wrong?”


    I turn away from her quickly, my hands in my hair as I chastise myself for hurting her with such a


    thought.


    “Cole please.” Her voice is desperate but I’m panicked.


    “I’m sorry Jessa. I should have known this would go badly. I don’t know how to do any of this.”


    I yelp horridly as the lightning shes and the thunder booms right on top of us. I’m not afraid of thunderstorms. They usually have the opposite effect of calming my inner beast but this moment is the worst timing for one to have urred.


    While I enjoy watching a good storm I’ve been caught outside in some right nasty ones. That’s how I found out that my father is quite afraid of them.


    “I’m sorry, Cole. I just don’t understand yourment without assuming that you’re afraid that I’d use you of something. I’m not like that. I’d never do that.” She tries to exin as my panic


    deepens.


    I’m pacing fast in front of her ss door, my hands are in my hair. The locks are longer than usual and I’m taking advantage of my inability to get a haircut over thest several months. I pull with a hard whine as my frustration with myself and fear of the situation I put myself in grows.


    “Cole.”


    She has stepped in front of me, trying to stop this terrible cycle but I refuse her, I simply stop short of reaching her and turn to head the other way.


    “Cole, please. You’re headed into a bad spiral. Let me help you.”


    Her voice is pleading as I continue to fall apart. The distance between her and the wall is shortening, making my pace too fast and too short.


    ??


    Finally she’s at a point where I can’t go anywhere and she takes full advantage of it. She grabs my


    arms, stilling my pacing. I tug lightly but I refuse to put any of my strength into it, fearful that it


    would cause her to fall.


    “Let go of your hair Cole. I need you to step back until you reach the couch.”


    I partially do as she has asked me. I manage to start taking steps backwards towards her ck leather couch but my hands are still in my hair, the pain I’m causing myself bing my main link to a reality I’d rather not know.


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    Tanya Gordon


    finally, smell her scent and rx Cole. Poor Cole


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