Novels by Gol den

CONAN The long ride home had us giggling and singing and been naughty. I loved Lisa, in every sense of it. She was perfect and flawless and just the right mate for me. Once upon a time, I wanted to choose my mate, the one I deemed fit. I had these high expectations that barely any woman could reach. I abused the moon goddess daily for the supposedly wrong match, and in repentance, I worshipped her daily. I was so wrong and I was glad Lisa endured. She matched my energy, gave me more than I required, and was patient, in a nutshell, she met my expectations and more. While the ride continued, she leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder. I arched it downward a bit, to accommodate her perfectly. I curved my hand so the back of her head rested on my bicep and my hand stroked her hair tenderly. We remained silent as we rode the left of the journey home. When we arrived at the pack house, the servants had already lined up in a file, with balloons and cakes and food and gifts. With

LISA And as expected, both alphas drifted into politics for a moment and when they caught me playing with my food in response, they stopped. "Oh, it's nothing. You can continue. Plus, I want the best for Conan and our pack.” I approved of it. Conan made a face. He was not one to blush, but I felt him do so. "Are you sure? Conan, you can't just agree. Ladies have a way of saying yes and hold you responsible for agreeing to their yes when you had the chance to stop them.”"What?" I chuckled. "Papa Reid, not you roasting your own daughter. I truly approve of it. Besides, I have him all to myself after this breakfast.”"Right." He nodded with a smile. And almost immediately, they continued. We finally finished the make, with them chatting and analyzing instances for the longest. I remained mute. "Excuse me,” A maid started and waited for them to grant her silence and their audience. "The driver is here, Alpha Conan and lady Lisa.”"Alright, we will be down shortly.” Conan dismissed

LISAWe got ready in thirty minutes' time and went downstairs to join papa Reid for breakfast. Already, he had knocked twice on our door and each time he did that, Conan and I would laugh our guts out. If only he knew the silly lots he was housing. “Finally.” He spat. His food was untouched, was he truly waiting for us? For me...his grandbaby? Oh wow. Such a lovely papa. I made a sorry face. Truly, I was truly sorry for making him wait, but never sorry for what I did to make him wait. "Sorry papa Reid." I pouted. “You don't have to be. It's not your fault, I'm sure of it.” That cracked the shit out of me. The fuck! Conan couldn't stop laughing himself... I'm sure he tried to defend himself but lacked the proper word for it. The greatest mistake he had probably made was to allow papa Reid to see his erection. Great torture then the engorged blood. I'm certain of it. "Thank you, papa Reid for that.” I added salt to Conan’s wound. He pinched me with his hands that rested on my

LISA I laid quiet on his bosom, as I listened to the sound of his breathing and watched the rise and fall of his chest. His eyelids are firmly shut, and he's lost in a beauty sleep. I admired him keenly but quietly. I enjoyed every moment I watched him be vulnerable. He may seem hard and look the part, but he had shown me so much affection that I can't even measure up. Still in admiration, sleep came and stole me like a thief. Morning came sooner than envisaged. Like last night, I lazily sprawled, only that this time was different. The hard frame of the figure next to me restricted my further silly movements. I yawned and rubbed on my eyelids recklessly. I turned to face him, and admired the lines of his lips, his perfectly high cheekbones, his narrow nose and the most beautiful eyes that are now covered by their lids. I stretched my hand, but then refrained from running my fingertips across his features. I swallowed hard knot in my throat and rather watched him as I felt wet do

LISA The night dragged on longer than necessary. I lazily sprawled like a child, too weak to get up. My eyelids flickered, once, twice and then thrice, before it remained wide, as I scanned the four walls of the room. It's emptiness greeted me. No Conan. I sat up with a hasty sprint, worried about where he must have gone. He's not a night walker, hence he only did once he had a lot on his mind or when he wanted to enjoy the full moon. I got off bed, stalk naked and walked to the window. Pulling down the blinds, I couldn't help but notice the crescent moon. It was definitely not one of those times Conan would stay wide awake, so what could be the problem. After I scouted for a robe that fits, I started to get dressed when the door opened, he walked in and shuts it. Jeez. I sighed. Both shocked and relieved. His eyes were wide open as they scanned my disturbed frame. He walked towards me, not saying a word. “Where did you go?” I began and paused, on realizing it wasn’t the right

CONAN.I took the towel at the extreme and pat dry my body in haste. As nude as I was born, I walked into the room and settled on the bed beside her. To my greatest surprise, she was already asleep. Jeez!I sighed and covered myself with the rest of the duvet. My body is very much pressed to hers, seeking the slightest of warmth and comfort from her soft skin. Frustrated, I sighed again. She must truly be tired and the cool breeze from the air conditioner wasn't helping. For what seemed like long minutes, I watched her sleep peacefully like a baby...my baby. Her beautiful face adorned the room like a rose amidst thorns. Her skin glowed flawlessly and brightened the room, and even more so, she was beautiful when she was messy and with her makeup off. If this wasn’t perfect, then perfect is definitely not a word. I traced my fingertip along the bridge of her nose and watched her twitch her muscles. I smiled at how her smooth face formed a wrinkle which disappeared seconds later.