Kalia. 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 hardwall.. 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 som
Kalia.I returned to the office fractionally calmer, but filled with a restlessunnease. I couldn’t figure out what he was doing miles away fromhome at my local coffee shop.I put Natasha, our receptionist’s coffee, on her table."Have you been…crying?" she asked tactlessly."Got some dust in my contact lenses," I explained, and walked towards the lift. Stopping by Jen’s desk I put her cappuccino down and she gazed intently at me."What’s with you? You look like you have seen a ghost." That stopped me cold. She was right. I had. I had just seen a ghost from my past. One I thought never to see again.I smiled weakly. "Didn’t sleep very well last night." I turned away and began to walk towards my office."Hey, you know all those mysterious negotiations to buy out our firm?" I turned back. "Yeah?" "It’s done. I just got the email. We have been acquired. SomeAmerican firm. The big head cheese is in town, and we are all going toget a chance to meet him at two p.m. in the green room."
80.Jake. The different lights of the club flashed in circles on the dance floor, casting a sickly glow over the crowd. The bass of the music reverberated through the floor, vibrating the glass of whiskey in my hand as i slammed it down, beckoning the bartender for another.I didn’t care for the taste anymore, the burn in my throat that felt like a fire that never quite went out. It was a reminder of the way i felt inside raw, scorching, and too damn much to handle. The glass was empty before i could think about it, and the bartender didn’t even look at me as he slid another one over to me.I could feel his eyes on me a couple of times, maybe judging me. “Tomorrow,” i muttered, almost to myself, staring at the amber liquid as though it held all the answers to my agony and pain. Tomorrow, she was getting married. Kalia was getting married. It sounded like a bad dream only that it was infact happening. She was getting married. Not to me. Never to me.She had made that abundantly cl
Kalia.It had been a day since I found out I was pregnant, I kept hoping it was the hormone imbalance and weather and food, but none of it really mattered. I was pregnant with Jake's baby. I was dying to talk to someone, tell someone else and get advice on what to do. But I didn't really have any friends, so I thought about telling Maria, she was close to Jake, maybe she would help me break the news to him. I paced back and forth in the kitchen, my hands fidgeting as they clasped and unclasped, fingers twisting in anxious rhythms.The weight of the news I carried hung heavily on my chest, threatening to burst out in a rush of words that I hadn’t yet gathered the courage to speak. The pregnancy test had been sitting on the bathroom counter for hours now, its two pink lines glaring up at me like a truth I couldn’t avoid. I was pregnant. And the father was Jake. I leaned against the counter, my breathing shallow as I tried to make sense of the storm of emotions raging inside of me .
Kalia. 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 hardwall.. 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 som
Jake.. No matter what happens, we will always be infinite. I looked up from my phone, and for a moment the whole world came to a standstill. I knew her. She was a brunette with all her hair held up in a bun, she was wearing a yellow sundress, and some sunglasses. She looked beautiful, but that was not what caught my attention, it was whose hand she was holding. A boy that seemed to be around two years was tugging on her dress. I didn't even realize I was staring until our eyes met, she almost gasped, one hand on her mouth, she looked horrified to see me, scared even. She quickly took the child's hand and seemed like she was about to run away when a man approached them with candy. He handed it over to the enthusiastic little boy who beamed with excitement. "Excuse me, do I know you from somewhere." I said touching the lady's arm and they all turned to look at me, including the little boy. "Are you my daddy?" the little boy said, looking up at me, with ice cream smeared all ov
Kalia. As soon as I got back to the house I started packing. I still could not believe he had found me, I had just started finally settling into my new life. But something about the whole encounter bugged me. He could have confronted me, he could have done so many things, but he didn't, he did not say anything. He seemed surprised to see me, and more surprised to see my son. "What's going on?" I was so deep in my thoughts, I didn't even hear my friend Ella come in. She is one of the few people I had come to trust since I moved here. We were about the same age, and just like me she had, had her own share of life experiences. We lived together, she was like a sister to me now. "I saw him today Ella, I have to get out of here." I said, pacing around the room, my hands all shaky. "Saw who?" "I saw Jake, I saw him at the mall and he Saw me too Ella, he also saw Ethan." She looked at me surprise and shock written all over her face. "What?" "Yes, he was just sitting there and Et
Kalia. "Nothing really. It was just that while we were in the Park today Ethan started asking about his father. He is very intelligent, you know, Kalia. He sees that the other kids have a mummy and daddy and constantly he asks me what has happened to his daddy." anguish and pain cut through me. This broke my heart, that I was not able to give him a fully functional family. " Can it really be that his father does not want him? Surely." Ella asked, still holding my hand, caressing it gently. " His father doesn't even know he exists," I told told her harshly, taking a deep breath. "Oh, Ella, please don't ask me about him. Not tonight of all nights. I just couldn't bear it. . . ." "For Ethan's sake you must," Ella said gently. "You cannot fob him off forever. Soon he will be old enough for play school, and children can be so unkind. . . ." "One-parent families are nothing unusual these days," I said defensively, "and surely Ethan is better off with me than with two parents who fight
JAKE.I watched as Kalia walked back to the house in tears, a part of me wanted to follow her, but I couldn't, she was right to want to leave and I was not going to stop her, but it was not because of what she thought, I was not going to choose Naima over her.My private investigator had just called a few minutes before I walked to join her by the pool. He had told me who was behind the accident, thats what I had come to tell her.But this was my fight with Naima and whoever else was coming after me, I could not drag her into it, especially not when she was carrying my child.Her leaving was for the best for both of us and I needed her to leave angry at me, it was harsh but it was going to work.If Naima found out we were no longer together, she would be off the hook. She would hate me, but she will be safe together with my son.I was not going to be here when she left, I couldn’t. I knew if I stayed there I would never let her leave me, not like that, and telling her my plan would ru
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