Invincible 1/3

DISCLAIMER: I am in no way affiliated with Wolf Lake or any of its Characters. Only the character of Calen Ryans is mine.

This is the sequel to Torn. Both'Waiting' and 'Torn'must be read for any of this to make sense.

Author's Note: I truly am sorry for the long wait. What should have been edited and revised in a matter of weeks extended to a period of months as I edited, rewrote, gave up, then tried again. Even if this chapter seems lacking, I sincerely hope that the effort that went into it, at least redeems it somewhat. This is the third installment of my wolf lake trilogy and will resolve all the questions posed in the earlier two installments. It's so easy to forget about the extreme chemistry that Luke/Sophia shared. But my greatest wish is that we continously remember them and the potential that they had through our fanfics. That is all, Thank you for the support you have all given me, it was a great ride. Enjoy.


Luke

It had almost been two years since Sophia had let him near her, much less touch her.

He had been unable to stop the tremor in his hand as he gently caressed her cheek.

He would never forget how his heart had literally clenched as she leaned in to his caress rather than pull away.

The night had passed too quickly.

He had stirred with the owl's last haunting call, pressing closer to her, burrowing his head into the soft hollow between her neck and her shoulder.

With a small moan, Sophia had turned to nuzzle his throat.

Then reality had hit.

He had known the instant that Sophia had realized that there was something off.

She had pulled away, wrapping her coverlet tightly around her pale skin.

He had done the only thing he could do. Tilting her head back so that he could look into her weary eyes, he had whispered the only words he knew.

'I love you.'

She had looked at him then, her eyes still unsure.

'I love you.'

After tucking a strand of silky brown hair behind her ear, she had touched his lips softly, tenderly.

'I missed kissing you.' She had murmured, quietly blushing.

The grin that had spread across his face had been unavoidable.

As he lovingly kissed her lips, cheeks, neck, shoulder-

As he moved slowly in and out of her, reveling in the sensation of being one with her once again-

He had been unable to resist whispering it one more time.

'I love you.'


Sophia

Like clockwork, her father woke at 5:50.

Luke had been gone by 5:00.

But not without agreeing reluctantly, a bit angrily to her plea for time.

His anger had not surprised her. Try as he might to become accustomed in his role of humility and repentance, he had been raised an Alpha.

And no Alpha allowed himself to take the backseat in his mate's life.

But she had given him no other option. If he truly wanted to be a part of her life once again, he would have to let her sort out her issues first.

She knew that separating herself from Calen would be a gut-wrenching process.

But she had been so sure. She had just been so damn sure that Luke had come to her with honest intentions. That this time it was different from all the other times that Lucas had been able to fool her into bed.

How could she have forgotten that nothing attracted Fate's attention more, than a stupid mortal so damn sure of themselves?

No longer concerned with hiding his true nature, Calen had arrived at their meeting place in his wolven form.

The expression on his face should have warned her that her world was once again going to come crashing down around her.

Before the hesitant confession could emerge from her lips, he had spoken first.

'Luke knows.'

If she was honest with herself, she would admit deep down inside that she had known. Luke had never been one to lay down his vulnerabilities without expecting some sort of gain. But she had played stupid not wanting to accept that once again, she had been made the fool.

"Luke knows that you're a white."

The only thought capable of running through her mind was that she should have known.

She should have known.


Luke

For the first time in his life, he had known what it was like to be truly helpless.

To be dangling on the whims of another's decisions.

The feelings of exposure, of weakness, everything he had never wanted to experience- all combined into a small package named Sophia.

The irony of it had not failed to amuse him, because he wouldn't have had it any other way.

He had anxiously waited for her in the woods-

Desperate for the assurance that she had left Ryans and was free to be his.

It was only right that the irony he was so fond of would strike again.

Because that wasn't what he should have been concerned about.

She had slowly walked towards him, looking down at the dirt covered ground until she had been inches from him.

When he had bent to kiss her, she jerked away.

Before she had spoken, he had known.

Her feelings of betrayal reflected clearly from her eyes.

'You knew, didn't you?'

He should have lied. If she had asked him even a month earlier, he would have lied- easily.

His silence had answered her question.

The sound of a palm striking a cheek was the only thing that echoed throughout the silent woods.

He had been motionless when she had struck him and remained so as she stepped away from him.

'I'll never forgive you.'

She had turned her back to him and fled once again into the safety of Ryans' arms.

The memory of that day would never completely be wiped from his mind. But it hadn't been the slap or her words that remained unfading-

It had been the sound of her tears.


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