Kalia. After dinner, I went out by the pool. It was a beautiful night, the full moon out along with a sky full of stars. It was so beautiful and calming out here tonight and generally in the country. I had always wanted to raise my family in the country, away from the buzz of the city.I dipped my bare feet into the cold water, getting a certain satisfaction. I was still reeling from dinner, from that made up how we met. I had watched Jake all night, he seemed happy, he was so committed to the fake story that I wondered if he really did remember how we met. He could be a good actor because even I bought it. Which is why it was going to be difficult to read him, to trust him. My phone buzzed, and I looked at the watch on my wrist, it was past eleven almost midnight. Who would be texting me at this hour? Maybe something was wrong with my dad, that was the only reason I could think of why someone would be texting me this late. I quickly got out of the water, rushing to the table
Kalia.I turned around and it was Maya, she slowly sat on the cold pavement next to me. She seemed to be in so much pain. "You should be in bed." i said helping her sit comfortably. "No, I should be on a bed next to Jake in the ICU," she said looking away. "Everyone keeps saying I am lucky, but i don't feel lucky at all, not when it was my fault""Maya, accidents happen. It's not your fault, it's not your fault he is in there and you are out here." "But it is, I could have taken a cab, but instead I let him come pick me up." "I know Jake, there is no way he would have let you take a cab and you know that too. He will be fine, he will wake up from there, he is a fighter.""You really believe that?" "I have to believe that, I have to have hope that he will fight, that this is not how our story ends. He has to fight.""You know he talked about you, he told me alot about you." Maya said, catching me off guard. A part of me got excited, with little butterflies in my stomach. "Let me
Jake. I stood at the end of the cracked asphalt driveway, staring up at the old, two-story house that had loomed large in my childhood. The faded blue paint peeled in the corners, and the once vibrant garden lay choked with weeds. It felt both alien and achingly familiar. I had driven here straight from the hospital, I needed the drive, it was therapeutic and helped my mind no to focus on Kalia kissing that man. I stepped onto the porch, the wood creaking beneath me like the groan of old bones. The door, a relic of better days, swung open with a reluctant push, revealing a dim interior that smelled faintly of mildew. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light that filtered through the grimy windows. I hesitated on the threshold, recalling a thousand small moments the laughter, the fights, the palpable fear.I was a rich man who lived lavish, but so was my father. He used to be among the richest self made men, but after my mother left, he started getting reckless, gambling, drinking an
MayaIt had been atleast a few hours since Kalia left. The guilt was killing me. Sitting there, wondering if she was okay. She never even mentioned where she was going, not that we deserved to know anyway after how we had treated her. I had tried calling her phone several times, but it kept on going to voice mail. I sat in the living room in silence, tears threatening my eyes. What had I done.I looked over my mother who seemed like she had just lost a child."I knew she couldn't be trusted from the word go, I knew it." she said painfully as she sat down across from me."Mom, please don't.." i started, but she held her hands up, to stop me."Maya, don't even think about making excuses for her anymore. She betrayed us. I highly doubt that baby is Jake's either""Mom none of this is true, none of it." i blurted out, I couldn't take it anymore.I had wanted a sister for the longest time, a friend I could confide in and I had finally found that in Kalia, and now she was gone.Her face w
Kalia. The drive back to Jake's house was short. I dreaded getting there.But in order for my plan to work I still needed to go back there and pretend that we were a happily married couple, atleast since it was supposed to be our honeymoon. His house was brighter than I remember seeing it during the day. Will all the lights on, it was spectacular, really fitted him and his extravagant lifestyle. I sat in my car for a few more minutes contemplating whether I should go back in.When I finally gathered the courage to walk to the front door, no one seemed interested in me. The guards went about their business like I was nonexistent, almost like they had been instructed not to give me any mind. I opened the front door and slowly went in without turning on the lights, hoping to get to the guest room with no interactions. I almost tripped on the carpet when Jake turned on the lights. "I am so sorry I thought you were already asleep, I didn't want to wake you." I said heading straight
I had been working overtime for the money and the hours were starting to get to me. I was exhausted, but I needed the money. I turned away from the cashier’s counter closing it and slammed into a hard wall.. well, it felt like it was a hard wall, but in fact, it was a man’s solid chest. Large, powerful hands came around and gripped my upper arms to steady me.For a second it was all right. I had the apologetic, slightly flirtatious smile and appropriate words that passed for polite regret ready, I’m so sorry. But when my eyes flew past the broad shoulders up to his face my whole world tilted crazily. I felt the blooddrain away from my head and my face whiten. A part of my brain screamed, No. No. No.No fucking way. Not halfway across the world. Not after all this time.I had done a pretty good job of starting afresh, far away from my previous life, far from anyone that knew me. And for a while it had worked, or atleast I had thought so. I opened my mouth and… Closed it like some du
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the park where Kaliahad arranged to meet Mark. She arrived early, her heart racing, rehearsing the words she had prepared over the past few weeks. The crisp autumn air filled her lungs, carrying with it the scents of fallen leaves and the promise of change.Kaliaglanced at her watch. He was late, as usual. A bitter smile crossed her lips. She had spent years waiting for him waiting for apologies that never came, waiting for affection that often felt like an afterthought. Today was different. She wouldn’t be waiting; she would be confronting.Jakefinally appeared, a casual air about him, as if he hadn’t just walked into the scene of a storm. He wore a navy blue jacket and jeans, his hair tousled, a look that had once made Kaliaweak in the knees. But now, she felt a fire burning inside her a mix of anger and resolve.“Ella,” he greeted, his voice smooth, yet something in it felt rehearsed.“Mark,” she replied, keeping her to
Waiting by the window. I hatedI looked at the watch again for the millionth time, nothing. Maybe something was wrong with my phone. I thought to myself as I walked back to the kitchen. "Hey Maria," I said to the housekeeper who was busy washing utensils in the kitchen. "Has Jake called yet?" I asked her hopeful, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at me, I could see the pity in her eyes. She felt sorry for me. "He said he will be late." she finally said, our eyes met, and I tried to hold back the tears welling up. "Oooh," I said awkwardly and walked back to my room. I tried to lie on the bed, still looking at my phone, there was nothing. Jake had called the housekeeper, but he didn't leave me even one message. Maybe I deserved it. I said to myself trying to ignore the urge to break down. I looked at the time again, it was almost ten pm. I put my phone on the night stand and tried to get some sleep. I don't know how long I lay there, unable to do it anymore, I slowly g
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