Chapter 8 Oh Goddess … The tub looks too small for him , and I almost laugh at the thought of him cramming into it which would make him look like a grown man in a kiddie pool . But then Enoch turns his head toward me , his hair sticking to his forehead , damp and disheveled , and all I can think is why does he have to look so damn perfect while being so clueless ? Alright . I mutter , snapping myself out of it . Lets get this over with ? Enoch blinks at me , his green eyes wide and curious , like hes waiting for instructions . Of course , he is . He doesnt even know how to bathe himself . I roll up my sleeves and grab the stool from the corner , setting it beside the tub . Okay now get inside , I say , pointing to the edge of the tub . He blinks at me , his green eyes steady lat confused . His lips part slightly , and for a second , I think hes going to argue then I remember he doesnt really know how . Inside , I repeat , sharper this time . Finally , he lowers himself onto the edge , his legs sprawling wide , his knees still higher than the rim of the tub . I dont know how many times Ive thanked the Goddess he didnt take his pants off . I wouldnt have been able to suppress myself looking . Great , what a fucking pervert youve become Taryn . In a short amount of time too . I swallow hard and focus on rolling up my sleeves . Im not going to think about how the sheer size of him makes this bathroom feel cramped . Or how his skin gleams faintly under the dim light , smooth , inked , and dangerously waking parts of me that have remained dormant since my entire life . get it together , Taryn ! I grab a bar of soap , wetting it under the faucet , and start with his arms . His muscles shift under my touch , solid and unyielding , as though steel wrapped in silk . How is someone so burly have skin this soft ? However , I slowly move to his palms where the softness of his skin ends . His hands are filled with battle scars and callouses which wouldnt actually shock me considering hes a rogue who might . have wandered the unclaimed lands to survive . Your hands , I mutter , scrubbing the soap over his calloused palms . They feel like youve been breaking bricks for fun . He doesnt respond , but his eyes follow my every move , unblinking and studying me . Its weird , you know , I add , rinsing the soap off his arms . How you look like this but cant even bathe yourself . What were you before this ? Nothing . Not even a flicker of recognition in those green eyes . I sigh and grab the shampoo , working it into his hair . Its softer than I expected , slipping through my fingers like strands of silk 1/5 Sat , 15 Mar Chapter 8 The lavender scent from the soap fills the air , and for a moment , I forget how strange this situation is . You smell like a field of flowers . I murmur , almost to myself . Not what Id expect from a rogue Enoch tilts his head slightly , his lips quirking into the smallest umile . Good? He asks , those forest green eyes once again looking straight into my soul . As if he can read entirely all the vulgar thoughts I have of him . BO % Don ) . I warn , rinsing the suck out of his hair . Dont do that . Dont look at me like youve got some kind of inside joke . Im not in the mood . He doesnt say anything , of course , but the smile doesnt fade . When I move to scrub his shoulders , my eyes catch on the tattoo just above his heart . Its a lily , the petals delicate and detailed , curling like theyre caught in a breeze . A lily ? I snort , tracing the edge of the ink with the soap . What does this mean ? Enochs eyes flick to mine , his expression still blank but somehow amused . Right , as if hed remember . I shake my head , focusing on the task at hand . His back is broad and scarred , the muscles shifting under my fingers as I scrub . www Im so absorbed in my work that I dont notice his movement until his arms wrap around my waist , and his head rests against my thighs . I freeze , my breath catching in my throat . Good , he growls , the word vibrating against my skin . A shiver runs through me , and I hate that my first instinct isnt to shove him off . Instead , my heart races , and my face burns . and my brain decides to betray me by veering straight into dangerous territory. I could feel my cunt pulsating with his breath so close to it , with only a thin fabric of my uniform separates us being entirely skin to skin . You cant just I stammer , tugging at his arms . Enoch , let go . Im trying to finish . He doesnt budge , but he just presses his face more against my leg like a giant , fucking needy puppy . Good , he growls again , softer this time , his voice low and gravelly . I groan , both flustered and exasperated . Fine , but this is the last time Im doing this for you . Next time , youre on your own bath He tilts his head up , looking at me with wide , almost innocent eyes , and I feel a pang of guilt . By the time Im done , my nerves are shot , and 1 cant get out of the bathroom fast enough . I thrust a towel into his hands . Dry yourself off , I say , my voice sharp and unsteady . As soon as the door closes behind me , I lean against it , trying to calm my racing heart . My face is hot , and my thoughts are a mess From inside the bathroom , I hear Enoch hum softly to himself , the sound low and content 2/5 Chapter 8 Great . Hes fine . Meanwhile , Im on the verge of a breakdown Okay . Taryn , now move on to his clothes . I shake off the lingering heat crawling up my spine and drop to my knees beside the bed , reaching for the dusty box shoved underneath . The thing feels heavier than I remember , though maybe thats just the weight of my part stupidity . The box in my hands feels like its made of lead . Its ridiculous how something so small can drag so many shitty memories to the surface . I sit cross legged on the floor , flipping throughs my past mistakes disguised as thoughtful gifts The leather bracelet . The sleek , minimalistic watch . The customs cufflinks Each piece an attempt to prove I was worth his time , his affection . And each piece brushed aside with a dismissive comment that still echoes in my mind . You know I cant wear that around , hed said once , holding up the leather wristband I thought hed love . It would ruin my reputation Another time , it was . Seraphina already got me one just like it . You shouldve asked me first . I hadnt realized back then how much Seraphina had been keeping tabs on me , swooping in to buy things first just to keep me from making him happy . I was too blinded by the idea that I could fix us , too desperate to be enough . Now , looking at this box , all I feel is embarrassment . And maybe a little pity for myself , for thinking he deserved any of it Pathetic , I mutter under my breath , tossing the last item back into the box . But then my eyes land on the white button up Id saved up for weeks to buy . Its still crisp and clean , tags dangling like a taunt . He never even tried it on . Said it wasnt his style . Well , I mutter to myself , standing up and brushing the dust off , its someone elses style now . I march to the bathroom and crack the door open just enough to shove the shirt through . Wear this . Theres a pause , then a soft shuffle of feet before the fabric is taken from my hand . When Enoch steps out , I have to blink a few times to process what Im seeing . The shirt is tight . Like , distractingly tight . The buttons look like theyre plotting their escape , and the sleeves cling to his biceps in a way that makes me question every life choice that led to this moment . Shit , I mumble , rubbing the back of my neck . Now thats … a look . He tilts his head , his brows furrowing . Bad ? No , no , I say quickly , waving my hands . Just … snug super snug . He frowns like hes trying to figure out if snug is an insult . I step forward , patting his head more out of habit than anything . Good job taking a bath . One step closer to being a functioning human. He closes his eyes at the contact , leaning into my hand like a giant dog . Okay , I say quickly , pulling my hand back before I start thinking about how soft his hair feels when I pull it in the bedroom . Youre helping me today . Gamma Abel didnt give you a pass inside Riverstone Pack to sit around looking clueless . Were halfway down the hall when the temperature seems to drop . Kallias is standing there , Seraphina hanging onto harm like a designer purse . Her voice is a high pitched hum of 3/5 Sat , 15 Mar Chapter 8 nonsense , hes not even pretending to listen to . His eyes are locked on me and more specifically , on Enoch . I stop , bowing slightly out of habit . Alphas son , I say respectfully . Kalliass jaw tightens . You dont need to bow , Taryn . You never have . I straighten , keeping my face neutral . Were not together anymore . Its only right to show respect now , Something flashes in his eyes anger , maybe , or frustration . I dont stick around to figure it out . His nostrils flare , his gaze flicking to Enoch , who is standing tall and unbothered Theres something unnerving and predatory about the way he stares back, like hes trying to decide if Kallias is worth acknowledging . Which would be funny because Kallias is the Alphas son and Enoch is just a rogue … right ? 1 nudge Enoch with my elbow , hissing , Bow . Enoch doesnt budge . He lowers his eyes a fraction , but its more of a calculated observation than submission I dont think he has ever bowed down to anyone . His gaze shifts to Enochs shirt , recognition flickering across his face . Wasnt that mine ? Kallias asks , his voice sharp . I raise an eyebrow , feigning ignorance . Yours ! The shirt , he snaps . Dont act like you dont know . I say , tilting my head innocently . Sir Kallias didnt want it , right ? Something about it being too pedestrian , -remember ? His jaw ticks , but Im not done . And , I add , my gaze sliding to Seraphina whose eyes widened . She fucking knows what Im talking about . * -the future Luna bought you something just like it , didnt she ? So , I gave it to my boyfriend instead . Take that , you motherfuckers . 80 % The word boyfriend hangs in the air . Theres a pause , heavy a Chapter 8 Oh Goddess … The tub looks too small for him , and I almost laugh at the thought of him cramming into it which would make him look like a grown man in a kiddie pool . But then Enoch turns his head toward me , his hair sticking to his forehead , damp and disheveled , and all I can think is why does he have to look so damn perfect while being so clueless ? Alright . I mutter , snapping myself out of it . Lets get this over with ? Enoch blinks at me , his green eyes wide and curious , like hes waiting for instructions . Of course , he is . He doesnt even know how to bathe himself . I roll up my sleeves and grab the stool from the corner , setting it beside the tub . Okay now get inside , I say , pointing to the edge of the tub . He blinks at me , his green eyes steady lat confused . His lips part slightly , and for a second , I think hes going to argue then I remember he doesnt really know how . Inside , I repeat , sharper this time . Finally , he lowers himself onto the edge , his legs sprawling wide , his knees still higher than the rim of the tub . I dont know how many times Ive thanked the Goddess he didnt take his pants off . I wouldnt have been able to suppress myself looking . Great , what a fucking pervert youve become Taryn . In a short amount of time too . I swallow hard and focus on rolling up my sleeves . Im not going to think about how the sheer size of him makes this bathroom feel cramped . Or how his skin gleams faintly under the dim light , smooth , inked , and dangerously waking parts of me that have remained dormant since my entire life . get it together , Taryn ! I grab a bar of soap , wetting it under the faucet , and start with his arms . His muscles shift under my touch , solid and unyielding , as though steel wrapped in silk . How is someone so burly have skin this soft ? However , I slowly move to his palms where the softness of his skin ends . His hands are filled with battle scars and callouses which wouldnt actually shock me considering hes a rogue who might . have wandered the unclaimed lands to survive . Your hands , I mutter , scrubbing the soap over his calloused palms . They feel like youve been breaking bricks for fun . He doesnt respond , but his eyes follow my every move , unblinking and studying me . Its weird , you know , I add , rinsing the soap off his arms . How you look like this but cant even bathe yourself . What were you before this ? Nothing . Not even a flicker of recognition in those green eyes . I sigh and grab the shampoo , working it into his hair . Its softer than I expected , slipping through my fingers like strands of silk 1/5 Sat , 15 Mar Chapter 8 The lavender scent from the soap fills the air , and for a moment , I forget how strange this situation is . You smell like a field of flowers . I murmur , almost to myself . Not what Id expect from a rogue Enoch tilts his head slightly , his lips quirking into the smallest umile . Good? He asks , those forest green eyes once again looking straight into my soul . As if he can read entirely all the vulgar thoughts I have of him . BO % Don ) . I warn , rinsing the suck out of his hair . Dont do that . Dont look at me like youve got some kind of inside joke . Im not in the mood . He doesnt say anything , of course , but the smile doesnt fade . When I move to scrub his shoulders , my eyes catch on the tattoo just above his heart . Its a lily , the petals delicate and detailed , curling like theyre caught in a breeze . A lily ? I snort , tracing the edge of the ink with the soap . What does this mean ? Enochs eyes flick to mine , his expression still blank but somehow amused . Right , as if hed remember . I shake my head , focusing on the task at hand . His back is broad and scarred , the muscles shifting under my fingers as I scrub . www Im so absorbed in my work that I dont notice his movement until his arms wrap around my waist , and his head rests against my thighs . I freeze , my breath catching in my throat . Good , he growls , the word vibrating against my skin . A shiver runs through me , and I hate that my first instinct isnt to shove him off . Instead , my heart races , and my face burns . and my brain decides to betray me by veering straight into dangerous territory. I could feel my cunt pulsating with his breath so close to it , with only a thin fabric of my uniform separates us being entirely skin to skin . You cant just I stammer , tugging at his arms . Enoch , let go . Im trying to finish . He doesnt budge , but he just presses his face more against my leg like a giant , fucking needy puppy . Good , he growls again , softer this time , his voice low and gravelly . I groan , both flustered and exasperated . Fine , but this is the last time Im doing this for you . Next time , youre on your own bath He tilts his head up , looking at me with wide , almost innocent eyes , and I feel a pang of guilt . By the time Im done , my nerves are shot , and 1 cant get out of the bathroom fast enough . I thrust a towel into his hands . Dry yourself off , I say , my voice sharp and unsteady . As soon as the door closes behind me , I lean against it , trying to calm my racing heart . My face is hot , and my thoughts are a mess From inside the bathroom , I hear Enoch hum softly to himself , the sound low and content 2/5 Chapter 8 Great . Hes fine . Meanwhile , Im on the verge of a breakdown Okay . Taryn , now move on to his clothes . I shake off the lingering heat crawling up my spine and drop to my knees beside the bed , reaching for the dusty box shoved underneath . The thing feels heavier than I remember , though maybe thats just the weight of my part stupidity . The box in my hands feels like its made of lead . Its ridiculous how something so small can drag so many shitty memories to the surface . I sit cross legged on the floor , flipping throughs my past mistakes disguised as thoughtful gifts The leather bracelet . The sleek , minimalistic watch . The customs cufflinks Each piece an attempt to prove I was worth his time , his affection . And each piece brushed aside with a dismissive comment that still echoes in my mind . You know I cant wear that around , hed said once , holding up the leather wristband I thought hed love . It would ruin my reputation Another time , it was . Seraphina already got me one just like it . You shouldve asked me first . I hadnt realized back then how much Seraphina had been keeping tabs on me , swooping in to buy things first just to keep me from making him happy . I was too blinded by the idea that I could fix us , too desperate to be enough . Now , looking at this box , all I feel is embarrassment . And maybe a little pity for myself , for thinking he deserved any of it Pathetic , I mutter under my breath , tossing the last item back into the box . But then my eyes land on the white button up Id saved up for weeks to buy . Its still crisp and clean , tags dangling like a taunt . He never even tried it on . Said it wasnt his style . Well , I mutter to myself , standing up and brushing the dust off , its someone elses style now . I march to the bathroom and crack the door open just enough to shove the shirt through . Wear this . Theres a pause , then a soft shuffle of feet before the fabric is taken from my hand . When Enoch steps out , I have to blink a few times to process what Im seeing . The shirt is tight . Like , distractingly tight . The buttons look like theyre plotting their escape , and the sleeves cling to his biceps in a way that makes me question every life choice that led to this moment . Shit , I mumble , rubbing the back of my neck . Now thats … a look . He tilts his head , his brows furrowing . Bad ? No , no , I say quickly , waving my hands . Just … snug super snug . He frowns like hes trying to figure out if snug is an insult . I step forward , patting his head more out of habit than anything . Good job taking a bath . One step closer to being a functioning human. He closes his eyes at the contact , leaning into my hand like a giant dog . Okay , I say quickly , pulling my hand back before I start thinking about how soft his hair feels when I pull it in the bedroom . Youre helping me today . Gamma Abel didnt give you a pass inside Riverstone Pack to sit around looking clueless . Were halfway down the hall when the temperature seems to drop . Kallias is standing there , Seraphina hanging onto harm like a designer purse . Her voice is a high pitched hum of 3/5 Sat , 15 Mar Chapter 8 nonsense , hes not even pretending to listen to . His eyes are locked on me and more specifically , on Enoch . I stop , bowing slightly out of habit . Alphas son , I say respectfully . Kalliass jaw tightens . You dont need to bow , Taryn . You never have . I straighten , keeping my face neutral . Were not together anymore . Its only right to show respect now , Something flashes in his eyes anger , maybe , or frustration . I dont stick around to figure it out . His nostrils flare , his gaze flicking to Enoch , who is standing tall and unbothered Theres something unnerving and predatory about the way he stares back, like hes trying to decide if Kallias is worth acknowledging . Which would be funny because Kallias is the Alphas son and Enoch is just a rogue … right ? 1 nudge Enoch with my elbow , hissing , Bow . Enoch doesnt budge . He lowers his eyes a fraction , but its more of a calculated observation than submission I dont think he has ever bowed down to anyone . His gaze shifts to Enochs shirt , recognition flickering across his face . Wasnt that mine ? Kallias asks , his voice sharp . I raise an eyebrow , feigning ignorance . Yours ! The shirt , he snaps . Dont act like you dont know . I say , tilting my head innocently . Sir Kallias didnt want it , right ? Something about it being too pedestrian , -remember ? His jaw ticks , but Im not done . And , I add , my gaze sliding to Seraphina whose eyes widened . She fucking knows what Im talking about . * -the future Luna bought you something just like it , didnt she ? So , I gave it to my boyfriend instead . Take that , you motherfuckers . 80 % The word boyfriend hangs in the air . Theres a pause , heavy and charged . Kallias looks like hes about to combust , and I can feel Seraphinas glare boring into the side of my head . Enoch shifts slightly , his hand brushing against the low of my back as if hes grounding me or himself . Its a small , absentminded movement , but the air around him feels electric , like the kind of storm that makes you want to hide or … kneel down to . He seems powerful . Lets go , I mutter , grabbing Enochs arm again . As we walk past them , I can feel Kalliass gaze burning into the back of my head . I dont turn around . I dont owe him anything anymore . 4/5 nd charged . Kallias looks like hes about to combust , and I can feel Seraphinas glare boring into the side of my head . Enoch shifts slightly , his hand brushing against the low of my back as if hes grounding me or himself . Its a small , absentminded movement , but the air around him feels electric , like the kind of storm that makes you want to hide or … kneel down to . He seems powerful . Lets go , I mutter , grabbing Enochs arm again . As we walk past them , I can feel Kalliass gaze burning into the back of my head . I dont turn around . I dont owe him anything anymore . Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!