Krystal's POV
"I'm in love with Frost…" The words reverberated in my head, accompanied by a persistent loud bell. I knew what he said but it was as though my mind couldn't comprehend it at the same time. At least, for the first minute. There was a thick silence between us, our heartbeats, breathing, and the ticking of the clock the only sounds resonating in the room. Oh, and the sentence was ringing in my head.
I knew Lynn loved Frost, the way he treated and pampered him was enough proof but I didn't think he'd be in love with Frost. Loving someone and being in love with them is a whole different thing. It was supposed to hurt to hear that my mate is in love with someone else, especially when that person is someone you are fond of or care deeply for. My wolf was supposed to whimper or lose control. I was supposed to be hurt and angry; betrayed… but why don't I give a shit?
It only came as a shock for the first minute but soon after, it started feeling normal. It's not supposed to be normal, I'm supposed to be hurt. But I wasn't, because the guy he chose over me is Frost. "To be more precise, I was in love with him," he said softly, "but he never saw me as anything but his brother and best friend. To him, I was the blessing sent to him after he lost his sister, an anchor to his sanity and an escape from total anguish. To him, I am his family and he'll forever love me as a brother and a friend." He explained dejectedly and I almost felt sorry for him seeing his head cast down and his hands miserably left draping between his legs. Well, the keyword is almost.
Merlynn looked extra cute as a miserable person. Not that I'd like to see him like that, but the expression on his face made it too hard to think about what he was going through. His hair was slightly tousled and a few thin strands scattered over his forehead and neck. He had quite an amount of sweat rising from his skin due to anxiousness, adding a sexy touch to his distressed look. His lips had gone a bit pallid like his rosy cheeks and the green in his eyes had completely swallowed the dust in them. The red streaks in his hair seemed to have expanded, responding to his mood. The sadder he was, the more his golden hair turned red.
Fascinating.
"It sucks to be rejected even without confessing and that is what happened to me. The bitterness is one of the reasons I became a sex maniac because it was the only way I could forget about him. It was strange at first. I couldn't look at other men but him and when I fucked around, I only ever slept with women. Still, I couldn't get him out of my mind so I tried luring him into sleeping with me. Maybe if we did, I'll be able to flush him out of my system but it didn't work," he said with a shaky and defeated voice. "He always saw it as a joke or that I was teasing him. I thought that maybe it was because he only sees me with girls, so I forced myself to try different guys too so he'd take me seriously. Still, he didn't want me or get the hints I was sent to him. The dick was completely clueless and only ever saw Rafaelia as his love even if he didn't know it," he had gone from distressed and pathetic to upset and irritated. Somebody must have been very jealous then.
"Is that why you hated Faelly?"
"I didn't hate her, I envied her. There was only one person I hated and that was his sister," I tilted my head and hummed. My heart seemed to have jolted from that statement and it was strange. Lynn sighed and turned his head to look at me, his green eyes giving off a faint glow. "I couldn't hate myself because I love myself, obviously, so I poured the hate on the dead girl who still held him in his grasp. Rafaelia didn't hold a candle to her and she was his mate. He told me himself that Raf is the only girl his sister approved of before she died, and she will be the only one he marries if he ever wants to. That was before he found out they were mates. I hated that girl who ruined my chances even in death and I hated how he loved her more than anyone else. Frost loved her like he was loving his soul. He cared about her as one would care for oneself and it irritated me…" why does it feel like he was talking about me?
I didn't know why I felt that way but it sure made me feel nervous and concerned. I didn't have to. I was only Frost's sister by name, a replacement for the twin he loves dearly. Maybe I was feeling sympathy for the dead girl or maybe I was also a bit jealous hearing about how Frost loves and cares about her more than he loves me. It was unbecoming of me.
"Anyways, I got over my feelings for him but I have to admit that I don't think I can ever love anyone more than I love Frost. Loving and taking care of Frost is something that I drilled into me from the moment I met him, like a strong sense of duty and command. I'm afraid that I won't be able to give you the same love I gave him," you'll think I'd feel terrible at this point because of what he said but all I was concerned with was how he'd been jealous of seeing me with Frost not because of me but because he actually liked Frost. His jealousy was against me, not for me. How humiliating.
"Is that why you don't like seeing Frost and me together?" I asked with a sneer. Why aren't I angry? Why do I feel unconcerned about this when I almost lost it because of Prince Nicolas? Why?
"At first, I was jealous that my first love was going to snatch my mate. Like the fucking prick already broke my heart and has his own woman, why does he keep approaching mine?!" He barked suddenly, letting out the bottled-up frustration he must have felt. "You are my mate but you were all over him and he kept throwing himself at you. The bastard was very clingy and wouldn't let you go, as if he was taunting me. Then I learned why it was like that. In truth, the number one person in his life had returned and I was pushed to number two. It was frustrating. Then you went ahead to make Raf number two and pushed me to number three. That was brutal!"
"I'm pretty sure his parents hold a higher position," I thought but I didn't say that aloud and continued to quietly watch him rant about how unfair it was for him and how much he had endured for Frost's sake. I always wondered how Faelly felt seeing Frost and me together. If she doesn't get jealous and feels like ripping me to shreds. I thought it was stupid but I was starting to see that it was not. She trusted both Frost and me, and I did the same too. Well, obviously not Lynn. I don't trust Lynn, I trust Frost. Who in their right mind will choose to trust the guy who confessed his undying love for his best friend?
So this is how it feels to trust someone?
Interesting.
«Wynter, do you mind this?»
«When have I ever minded anything that has to do with Frost?»
"It's okay, Lynn, I don't mind. You can love him more than me if you wish, as long as it's him. You just have to make protecting him your life goal and I'll let this slide. Eventually, you'll grow to love me more or not," I shrugged. Why? Why did I feel this way toward Frost? Why does he feel like the sole purpose of my existence? Why does he matter to me more than anyone else? Why? "To be honest, Lynn, I believe that Frost is second to none in my heart even if I can't seem to pinpoint why." It was there at the surface of my mind but I couldn't pinpoint it, almost as if I'm locked out.
"But that's not it, Krystal. I figured out why I feel this way towards him… no, my wolf has been trying to throw the truth in my face. I was never in love with Frost, or maybe I was, but it has something to do with his intense bond with his sister. Frost and his sister share a soul bond so the power of the mate bond reached me sooner than it reached her. My wolf says that I love Frost, yes, but I misplaced the owner of the romantic love in my heart. That is what he said but I refuse to accept that the love I've been feeling for a long time was nothing but a misplaced delusion." And once again he was making sense but I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. Mate bond with Frost's sister? But I'm his mate. If he had a bond with his sister then does that mean…
I groaned, falling my face into my palms as a sudden dizziness overtook me. My head throbbed violently and it felt as if my skull was going to crack open. The pain continued to increase, forcing me to fall back on the bed, whimpering with pain and wheezing for air. "Oh fuck! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have talked about it!" I could hear someone screaming from the background. It suddenly felt as though my mind plunged into darkness for hours and then the pain stopped.
I opened my eyes with a small moan. Merlynn's secrets echoed in my head all the way to…to… Merlynn hugged me and relentlessly promised he would try his best to love me more and then took the initiative to kiss me. I responded to the kiss but passed out because of the heat. How embarrassing.
"Goddess, you're awake!" I turned my head to the side with a small groan. Lynn was still shirtless. He sat on the bed, resting his back against the headboard and placing his hand on my forehead. There was a towel on my head. "You passed out, twenty minutes now."
"Oh," I wanted to say, but I couldn't find my voice. He smiled wearily, almost cryptically, and brushed his knuckles on my cheek. "You'll be fine, just rest a bit," why does it feel like I'm missing something?
"Do you remember what happened?" I nodded. Lynn visibly stiffened and an expression of worry crossed his face.
"I'm sorry I passed out after the kiss. My body must not be used to the heat," I apologized through our mind link. His face morphed into one of relief and his body relaxed. "Did you think you hurt me or something? You look tense," he tore his gaze away from me and stretched his legs. I followed the way his legs stretched and saw something I wasn't supposed to see in my present condition. Lynn was badly aroused.
My cheeks heated but I couldn't tear my gaze away. His cock was rigid and angry and it made me guess what it was that I was missing. Maybe we did more than kiss and I left him in that condition. He still hasn't been able to calm down. I kept staring at it intensely, different thoughts running through my mind. And no, I wasn't thinking about something logical, I was thinking about how to get that between my legs. My inside was boiling and with every second, my sex was dampening.
Lynn's dick got harder and his body became tense. He could smell me and he'd be foolish if he wasn't aware of my stare. I stretched my hand out to hold him, but he caught my hand and stopped me. "You're unwell, we shouldn't do this,"
I lifted my gaze to his face, smiled sweetly, and said through the mind link. "Are you going to be a gentleman and turn down an opportunity to finally shove that thing into me?" He gulped loudly, losing his will too easily. I giggled and pulled on him a bit, causing him to throw his head back and moan. "Then, Alpha Merlynn Hubris, I give you permission to do whatever you want with my body."
And she's blocked out again!
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