The Fallen (Annual Game Night: Sector Five Alphas #3)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Father Draven

Two Days Until Game Night

I watch the monks as they mill about, their minds and bodies seemingly unburdened with the upcoming Game Night. They sit and talk, discussing scriptures and holy texts. Though I long to join in, I find the desire not within me.

Despite being miles away, all I can think about is her. It’s maddening, a disease in my mind that refuses to go away. Even now, I debate packing up my things and leaving. Not so I can tend to my flock, but so I can see to her needs. Needs I have no business attending.

The only respite I’ve had is no longer being consumed with her scent. Here, it’s nothing but Alpha and beta males going about their days. The stench of their testosterone is enough to quell even the strongest of arousals. For me, at least.

But then, in talking to them, there are still chances for things to be done in secret. They may not have an outward showing of immorality, as I’m sure mine is. The fact that I’ve not been caught in my lusts yet is frankly disturbing. Who will keep my little lamb safe if I decide to bite? The implant, I suppose.

All I have to do is make it past Game Night. I’m sure things will quiet down after that. Who am I kidding? Heading into Game Night has certainly made it worse, but it didn’t start with that. It started with her.

Sister Emily Agnes

An audible groan drips from my lips as I do my best to keep the demons at bay. Several turn to look at me, their gazes curious rather than condemning. They should condemn me. They should cast me into the pits of hell for what I want to do.

After a moment, they go back to their various duties, leaving me to stare at a wall as I decide my fate. If I go back, there’s no one to blame but myself. However, if I stay away, sequestered in this monastery, that’s taking the coward’s way out as well.

Game Night itself is covered. It’s after that will determine my future. Before her, I wanted nothing more than to spend my days in quiet contemplation and service to God. Now that she’s wormed her way into my heart and lusts, I’m mightily tempted to eschew everything and drag her to my side.

God help me, but I’ve never felt such weakness before. To give into these desires will be to damn us both. Unfortunately, the need to see her, to smell her, nearly drives me feral.

Though I’ve been blessed to have at least one day where my brain didn’t misfire, I’ve longed to hear her laugh, to see her skipping through the fields. God, just to behold those beautiful eyes as a light blush stains her cheeks.

My heart pounds as I head up to my room to gather my things. It’s best to rip the bandage off and face my temptation, even if she’s wrapped up in a black and white habit.