CHAPTER 85: LOVE IS SACRIFICE

Rymora blinked.

Almost like a fly had shot into her eye and her she was instinctively fluttering her eyes to get it out.

She was stunned! So much so that it had the same feeling like she had been physically punched as she fixed her eyes on Gregor only to be taken aback to see tears in his eyes as he looked at her.

"You slept with a man? With one of them? You cheated on me!" he accused her, his voice cracking with disbelief, raw and jagged like shattered glass.

And with only a bit of a stutter, Rymora responded as she hurriedly did her best to quickly clear up the misunderstanding.

"Gregor!" she gasped as she shook her head. "I-I would never!" she swore, even though tears flooded her eyes, spilling past her lashes and trailing hot down her cheeks.

Aware that although she didn’t go all the way it wasn’t like she didn’t use her mouth—something she didn’t dare to say to him—as her eyes flooded with more tears while she continued to speak.

"Pl-please! You have to believe me! I’ve been faithful! There’s nothing I want more than to come back to the pack to be with you!" she promised, her voice quivering with desperation.

Gregor had been the only one who stood by her even after her parents discarded her when they found out that she couldn’t even show her furry ears at will. The one thing that showed her identity as a werewolf.

Gregor was the only one who cared and professed his love for her. He was a bit rough around the edges but that was only because he loved her and wanted the best for her.

"I would never—" but she didn’t get to finish before she heard him say words that almost floored her to the ground.

"STRIP!" he commanded with a dark look in his eyes, no sign of the tears that had been slowly brimming in his gaze as he fixed a stony look on her.

"Prove it!" he continued with a hurt expression on his face even as Rymora tried to speak back.

"But-But we’re in an abandoned—"

"So you refuse! You admit that you have been unfaithful!" his words sharper than before as he instantly turned around to leave.

A sly smirk at the edge of his lips as he instantly felt her cling to his arm, her grip tight as she held onto him.

Her breathing was rapid and he could hear the fear in her tone as she spoke again, nodding her head vigorously the way she usually did.

Like he was the only thing she had and could cling on to.

Gregor’s gaze instantly softened as he turned around to grab her hands in his as he spoke to her with misty eyes.

"I’m your lover! I’m the only one on your side! Do you think there should be any secrets between us?" he asked even as Rymora gently shook her head a moment before she slowly began to strip off the coat she had on.

Finding the cleanest place in the mess to place it on before she took off her gown, baring herself to Gregor even as her face reddened completely.

She felt squirmish as she used her hands to cover her breasts just before Gregor moved her hands away.

A hungry look in his eyes—one she recognized—as she watched him instantly pull off the belt without caring about taking off his coat.

His eyes were fixed on hers as he lowered his pants to reveal his hard member, even as he moved closer to her, grabbing her around the waist and turning her around before bending her over a table.

"Gregor!" she gasped as she felt him grab her thighs, aware of what he was about to do before he even did it.

"We’ve not done this in too long! Don’t you want to?" he asked even as she felt him place himself at her entrance before he moved to push in.

Rymora gritted her thigh as she felt pain, trying to convince him to go gentler.

"Slowly! You’re—"

"Relax!" he snapped from behind her. "I’m a bit big but you’re too tight! I can’t even put the tip!" he grumbled, a huge frown on his face as he pushed in even more, but Rymora couldn’t—especially with the pain that had increased.

They had done it before but somehow the pain seemed even worse than the first time.

"Stop! Stop!" she gasped as she pulled away from him with all her might, just before he could grab her arm and pull her closer.

Rymora didn’t stop, going ahead to put more distance between them even as tears streamed down her face as she looked at him.

"It hurts!" she directly told him with a hint of anger in her tone—enough for Gregor to realize that any more and Rymora would have had enough, knowing enough to pull back as he softened his tone and instantly began to apologize.

"Rye! I’m sorry!" he said, moving closer to her as he zipped up his pants, making sure to show a hint of pain in his expression as he stuffed his hard member back in his pants to show how difficult it was to do so.

"We’ve not seen in a year! I love you so of course I’ll want us to be one!" he told her even as he moved closer to kiss her forehead and pulled her in for a hug.

"I can wait! I can wait until you learn to relax! It’s not your fault. It’s your body that’s weak!" he continued even as Rymora buried her face in his chest, taking in the smell of him which she had missed.

No one had hugged her like he did—not since her parents discarded her and disowned her since she was fifteen when she failed to shift into a wolf. No one even cared to feed her and she had to fend for herself until she was eighteen when she met Gregor, who fell in love with her at first sight.

"I’ll do better!" she promised, mumbling under her breath with a hint of tears in her eyes. ’For what is love if not sacrifice?’