Romans & histoires Apollos Heart

I weakly smile at grandpa, showing gratitude. "I have not yet formally introduced myself. My name is Apollo the god of healing and comfort. I am a killer as well, only I kill the heartless. Oh, come on, do not look so petrified. You already have Hermes and Poseidon in your midst. What is one more god?" He chuckles lightly and I see a few of our people also smile. However, they are not full smiles but it's a start.

Alima POV I stood in front of the Alpha’s door, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to face him. But I had no choice. He had requested to see me. My mind kept spinning with questions I didn’t have answers to. Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? I hesitated, then raised my hand and knocked softly. No answer. I waited, biting my lip nervously. I knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing. My breath quickened as I raised my hand a third time, then his voice sounded.

My body was so hot, my heart racing as I came down from the high. "So fucking beautiful," Apollo whispered as he stood. I trailed my eyes down his chest, taking in the scars he now wore because of the beast in the forest. A need to show him how much I appreciated him, needed him, filled me. But I didn't get a chance to sit up as Apollo leaned forward and placed his mouth against mine once again.

My arms tightened around Phoe instinctively, as if my body refused to let him go even for a second. Apollo leaned closer, his voice urgent now. “Listen to me. This does not change what he is to me. Nothing does.” I nodded faintly, tears already burning behind my eyes. “He is still my son,” Apollo said fiercely. “I chose him. I will always choose him.” My voice trembled. “Do we know who it could be?” Apollo swallowed. “Amir.” The name echoed between us. I stared at him, stunned. “Your cousin?” “He didn’t know,” Apollo said immediately. “He was grieving. His wife had just been buried. He was drunk. He blacked out. Stephanie”

I grab Apollo’s hand and my pain is gone to only a tingle. “Can you two just stay close? I don’t know why but you two ease the pain,” I tell them. Again they share a surprised happy look, “Always,” they answer in unison! The three of us spend the night laughing and standing very close. “Can I ask a weird question?” Apollo asks. “Better than any Lycan I know,” Dalton answers making me laugh. “I notice you get those pains when Colton kisses Melissa and you said our touch soothes the pain, what if we are your mates and you are feeling betrayal from Colton.” Apollo looks at me intensely.

he noticed something on my face because his expression turned tense. “How could you?” my voice betrayed me, too low. But I recovered. “How could you do this to me, Apollo?” my eyes welled up. A terrified expression appeared in his eyes, and I almost felt sorry. “What...” “I gave myself to you, Apollo,” I interrupted him. “I gave you my heart, and you just used it. You lied when you said you loved me. I didn’t lie.” The tears spilled from my eyes. “I didn’t lie.” Apollo was confused, or he seemed to be. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I don’t need-“ I stopped as my eyes fell on Apollo. He was shirtless, his caramel skin glowing in the sunlight. His muscles toned, he looked as though he was moulded by the mother's own two hands—pure perfection. I forced my eyes to find him. His lips tugged up in the corner as he took me in. His perfect purple eyes, looking back at me. “Apollo, what are you doing here,” I asked, confused. Audra gripped my arm tightly. I looked back at her giving her a reassuring smile. Her grip loosened as she stepped back. I turned back to Apollo, finding him now in front of us. He reached his hand out and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. My skin tingled in response to his touch. He looked down at me, h

"Thank you for staying by my side. Thank you for accepting everything about me. Thank you... for loving me." "I love you too." I leaned into his embrace, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "Whether you are a lost werewolf doing chores in my apartment, or the Alpha King standing above all, you're the only one I love. The one and only."

He never stops licking, nipping Elias’ cleavage, and play with the pinkish nipple. Elias couldn’t help but moan. One by one their clothes left their skin. Apollo’s kisses were like a traveler who trailed every little rills to the map of his skin. He didn’t skip any of it, like he knew and accept that those were part of his life. Elias placed his palm on his chest, feeling the heartbeat thumping with lust. Until he feels a searing pain. He gasped. His fingers running to Apollo’s hair suddenly tightens. He almost tweaked it under his palms.