Olive. “I’m guessing they got rid of you, Olive, because you are strong and they didn’t like that. The way you grabbed my hand, anyone else in the pack you would have shattered their wrist. I felt the power that’s inside you.” He stood behind me, so close, too close. His hands went to my hips, and i closed her eyes.“I feel your fear. I bet you avoid touch a lot, don’t you?”"I never used my power back in the pack and they didn't get rid of me. No one knows how strong i am. I ran away because they raped me and i couldn't stay anymore. I would hurt them, really bad. All of them." i finally managed to say as it all came back to me. How much my father hated me and mistreated me.“ I am so sorry that happened to you Olive. I really am. No one deserves to go through such treatment and abuse."“I don’t want to die,” i managed to say. “I don’t want to go feral, and I don’t want to hurt anyone.”“Then I will teach you how to handle your strength. I will help you get in control of your wolf,
Chapter one. Javier. It was a beautiful night, the sky was crystal blue the moon and stars were out. It was calming. Buti rarely noticed things like those, i didn't have the time to watch stars. Am sitted on the rooftop of club Ice, i can still hear the music from up here.. I took a sip of my burbon as i held the glass between my fingers looking out at the city. New York is like a different city at night and its the best view from up here.Am hiding from the various women who have been throwing passes at me all night. It's not like i don't like playing with them, but lately i have lost all interest. When you can fuck any woman in New York city whenever you want after a while it's not as exciting anymore. I liked especially models but which meant they were always dumb, so having any kind of conversation with them is always pointless.I look in the mirror and i don't recognoze myself anymore, i am this cold heartless monster, i have officially become my father.My father was a great
Olive. He nodded. “Follow me.”When i saw that he picked up his coffee, i followed him, eating my cookie as i did. We moved towards the gym, and i had noticed earlier a door that i had assumed led to a storage room. It didn’t. I soon came to realize.Alec opened the door, switching on the light and allowing me to enter. The instant we were inside the room, i became aware of the warmth. My wolf moaned against it and seemed to bask in the sudden flush of heat.He didn’t say anything as we moved down a long, old-fashioned flight of stairs that led to a dungeon.“You have a heated dungeon?” i asked surprised.“A long time ago I realized that with a lot of wolves who have been hurt and struggle between packs, warmth helps to soothe them. Calming them is always a challenge, but in these rooms, it helps to relax them, to draw them out. The cold only makes them more violent, and their rage is always in full force. Heated rooms are expensive but necessary. When it comes to the pack, I don’t s
Chapter one. Javier. It was a beautiful night, the sky was crystal blue the moon and stars were out. It was calming. Buti rarely noticed things like those, i didn't have the time to watch stars. Am sitted on the rooftop of club Ice, i can still hear the music from up here.. I took a sip of my burbon as i held the glass between my fingers looking out at the city. New York is like a different city at night and its the best view from up here.Am hiding from the various women who have been throwing passes at me all night. It's not like i don't like playing with them, but lately i have lost all interest. When you can fuck any woman in New York city whenever you want after a while it's not as exciting anymore. I liked especially models but which meant they were always dumb, so having any kind of conversation with them is always pointless.I look in the mirror and i don't recognoze myself anymore, i am this cold heartless monster, i have officially become my father.My father was a great
The deal. Kalia. The music was loud, just as expected for a Friday night. Dim lights reflected off polished surfaces casting shadows that danced across the dance floor. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, and that's exactly why I was here. I heard done my research on the best night clubs in downtown New York and I got the best reviews for club Ice. It was perfect for the type of night I was looking for, secluded away from the city life and I knew no one here would ever recognize me. I took in my surroundings, looking for the best spot to go, when I spotted what seemed like a booth just a few metres from the bar area. The area was surrounded by men in black and for a moment I thought it might be my father. But what would he be possibly doing here. My father loved the boujee expensive things. And he would never be caught in Brooklyn. I walked closer and stood by the bar as I tried to see who it was that had such kind of security. The closer I got to the booth, it became
The wedding.Kalia. Most girls dream of their wedding day, the gown they will wear, saying yes to the man of their dreams. Getting their fairytale endings. But I am not like most girls. I don't believe in fairy tales and I most certainly don't belive in till love do us part. But for my father I would do anything, he had sacrificed everything for me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time, "You look so beautiful my princess." my dad said from the door. His health was taking a turn for the worse and it was starting to show in his face."Thank you dad. I wish mom was here." i said as he took me into his arms."She would have been so proud of you mia amors."We both stood there in silence for a while looking at how beautiful I looked in that dress. "You know you don't have to do this," my father started as tears freely fell down his face. "We could find another way.""There is no other way dad." i said turning around and taking his hands in mine. "I want to d
The truth. Jake. I leaned back in my leather armchair, a half empty glass of whiskey resting on the table beside me. I scanned the city skyline, reflecting on how I had risen to power over the years, through blood, through sweat and ironclad will. I was untouchable, or so I had thought. I laughed sarcastically at that. It had taken a woman to bring me to my knees, the one time I chose to trust a woman she fucked me over without a second thought. I took another sip of my whiskey, and looked at the ring on my finger. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, it was Luca. He was my right hand man. The most trusted man I had on my team. He had warned me about her the moment she approached me in the club, but I was too fascinated by the woman that dared to preposition me that I thought, he was just being overly cautious. I should have listened to him. "Boss, their is something you need to see." he said calmly as he sat across from me, with a bunch of papers in his hands. I ju
Broken TrustKalia. I stood by the large window, staring out at the sprawling city scape that glittered beneath me. The city had always been a symbol of my ambition, the place where I fought my whole adult life for my father to finally accept me as a suitable heir for his empire. But he had never really accepted me, I was no match for a boy. And a boy was all my father ever wanted. But funny how life had a weird way of working out. Now I was incharge of the company he never even wanted me to work for. I heard footsteps from the hallway, heavy footsteps I could just tell it was a man of a certain weight coming my way. And I knew exactly who it was, I had been anticipating him for the past one hour. I knew he had his men all over the city looking for me, but I knew he would eventually know where to come. "Was it all a lie?" Jake's voice was low, edged with disbelief and simmering anger. He said closing shut the door behind him, as if signaling me that I had no escape. I took a
Chapter one. Javier. It was a beautiful night, the sky was crystal blue the moon and stars were out. It was calming. Buti rarely noticed things like those, i didn't have the time to watch stars. Am sitted on the rooftop of club Ice, i can still hear the music from up here.. I took a sip of my burbon as i held the glass between my fingers looking out at the city. New York is like a different city at night and its the best view from up here.Am hiding from the various women who have been throwing passes at me all night. It's not like i don't like playing with them, but lately i have lost all interest. When you can fuck any woman in New York city whenever you want after a while it's not as exciting anymore. I liked especially models but which meant they were always dumb, so having any kind of conversation with them is always pointless.I look in the mirror and i don't recognoze myself anymore, i am this cold heartless monster, i have officially become my father.My father was a great
Olive. He nodded. “Follow me.”When i saw that he picked up his coffee, i followed him, eating my cookie as i did. We moved towards the gym, and i had noticed earlier a door that i had assumed led to a storage room. It didn’t. I soon came to realize.Alec opened the door, switching on the light and allowing me to enter. The instant we were inside the room, i became aware of the warmth. My wolf moaned against it and seemed to bask in the sudden flush of heat.He didn’t say anything as we moved down a long, old-fashioned flight of stairs that led to a dungeon.“You have a heated dungeon?” i asked surprised.“A long time ago I realized that with a lot of wolves who have been hurt and struggle between packs, warmth helps to soothe them. Calming them is always a challenge, but in these rooms, it helps to relax them, to draw them out. The cold only makes them more violent, and their rage is always in full force. Heated rooms are expensive but necessary. When it comes to the pack, I don’t s
Chapter one. Javier. It was a beautiful night, the sky was crystal blue the moon and stars were out. It was calming. Buti rarely noticed things like those, i didn't have the time to watch stars. Am sitted on the rooftop of club Ice, i can still hear the music from up here.. I took a sip of my burbon as i held the glass between my fingers looking out at the city. New York is like a different city at night and its the best view from up here.Am hiding from the various women who have been throwing passes at me all night. It's not like i don't like playing with them, but lately i have lost all interest. When you can fuck any woman in New York city whenever you want after a while it's not as exciting anymore. I liked especially models but which meant they were always dumb, so having any kind of conversation with them is always pointless.I look in the mirror and i don't recognoze myself anymore, i am this cold heartless monster, i have officially become my father.My father was a great
Olive. “I’m guessing they got rid of you, Olive, because you are strong and they didn’t like that. The way you grabbed my hand, anyone else in the pack you would have shattered their wrist. I felt the power that’s inside you.” He stood behind me, so close, too close. His hands went to my hips, and i closed her eyes.“I feel your fear. I bet you avoid touch a lot, don’t you?”"I never used my power back in the pack and they didn't get rid of me. No one knows how strong i am. I ran away because they raped me and i couldn't stay anymore. I would hurt them, really bad. All of them." i finally managed to say as it all came back to me. How much my father hated me and mistreated me.“ I am so sorry that happened to you Olive. I really am. No one deserves to go through such treatment and abuse."“I don’t want to die,” i managed to say. “I don’t want to go feral, and I don’t want to hurt anyone.”“Then I will teach you how to handle your strength. I will help you get in control of your wolf,
I was in class and I just could not concentrate. My eyes were looking straight at my professor, but my brain was not registering at all. All o could think about was how the Conversation with Alex ended last night without him giving me any explanation at all.I kept replaying the scene in my head to see if I could find any clues that might help answer my questions.The scene started with me asking him why he married me. He didn't respond so I repeated the question louder the second time around. "Why did you marry me?" I asked half curious and half concerned.His friendly open face slowly closed off and all I got was "it's late you should go to bed, we will talk about this later"I didn't know why I didn't fight back. I could have argued that it wasn't that late or that I deserved to know or accused him of avoiding the question or any number of excuses just to rile him enough to get him to answer.However, something stopped me. Maybe it was the look in his eyes or the tone of his voice
Alec. "Listen to me clearly. You are not the woman I want. I think you are very beautiful, and I know several men who would like to be with you, who would find pleasure in you. I’m not one of them.”She nodded her head.This was not the first time we have had this conversation, or even the second. Most of the time after a full moon, she would always come to me, smelling like another male.Liz didn’t save herself for me, so even though she looked sad, that was not my concern at all.I wasn’t here to make her feel better. She kept offering herself to me, and i wasn’t interested, not in the slightest. She held no appeal to me.“I’m sorry for upsetting you, my alpha.”“You have nothing to be sorry about. Leave.”Liz didn’t need asking twice, and i watched her leave my office. Sipping at my coffee, i took one of the rancid cookies and bit into it. They were too dry and had absolutely no love in them. My mother had been an amazing cook and baker. She had spoiled me for choice. Always bakin
Olive. He nodded. “Follow me.”When i saw that he picked up his coffee, i followed him, eating my cookie as i did. We moved towards the gym, and i had noticed earlier a door that i had assumed led to a storage room. It didn’t. I soon came to realize.Alec opened the door, switching on the light and allowing me to enter. The instant we were inside the room, i became aware of the warmth. My wolf moaned against it and seemed to bask in the sudden flush of heat.He didn’t say anything as we moved down a long, old-fashioned flight of stairs that led to a dungeon.“You have a heated dungeon?” i asked surprised.“A long time ago I realized that with a lot of wolves who have been hurt and struggle between packs, warmth helps to soothe them. Calming them is always a challenge, but in these rooms, it helps to relax them, to draw them out. The cold only makes them more violent, and their rage is always in full force. Heated rooms are expensive but necessary. When it comes to the pack, I don’t s
Olive. “I’m guessing they got rid of you, Olive, because you are strong and they didn’t like that. The way you grabbed my hand, anyone else in the pack you would have shattered their wrist. I felt the power that’s inside you.” He stood behind me, so close, too close. His hands went to my hips, and i closed her eyes.“I feel your fear. I bet you avoid touch a lot, don’t you?”"I never used my power back in the pack and they didn't get rid of me. No one knows how strong i am. I ran away because they raped me and i couldn't stay anymore. I would hurt them, really bad. All of them." i finally managed to say as it all came back to me. How much my father hated me and mistreated me.“ I am so sorry that happened to you Olive. I really am. No one deserves to go through such treatment and abuse."“I don’t want to die,” i managed to say. “I don’t want to go feral, and I don’t want to hurt anyone.”“Then I will teach you how to handle your strength. I will help you get in control of your wolf,
Toby stood in the darkened room and watched as Luna slept. The strain of the frown he was wearing inserted a dull ache in his temples.Her chest rose and fell with her slight breaths, and even in sleep, tension furrowed her brow. He moved closer and touched his fingers to her forehead, smoothing them across the pale skin.She was as lovely as ever, even in her weakened state. Raven curls lay haphazardly against the pillow. He took one between his fingers and moved it from her forehead. It was longer now, no longer the shorter cap of curls that had flown about her head as she laughed or smiled.Her skin had lost its previous glow, but he knew restoring her health would bring it back. Her eyes had been dull, frightened, but he remembered well the brilliant blue sparkle, how enchanting she looked when she was happy.He cursed and moved away from the bed. It had all been a ruse. She hadn’t ever been happy. Truly happy. It seemed he had been incapable of making her so.All the time they we