Nala. The woman was beautiful as always, her lithe body, gentle curves, and striking features always drew the eyes of men. With the clinging dress now hugging her form, she was both gorgeous and sexy. She had no doubt more than one wolf chased after her tail. But she belonged to Salvatore "Nala,” the sweet tone was there even as the woman’s face turned into an evil sneer. “How lovely to see you.” she said with a grin in her face. “And you.” i knew Nova could scent my lie but didn’t give a damn, my sister was not born a werewolf but I had heard rumors after I left Salvatore had turned her into one and claimed her as her mate. “Going out for the evening?” she said walking around. “As you can see.” I fired back. Nova strolled the deeper into the room, her hips swaying from side to side with pure feminine confidence. “Surprising. I didn’t believe Salvatore had any energy left in him after our day together.” she said mocking me. The use of his name, his appearance when he had
Nala. I smiled brightly at Paul as he helped me get into the car, the man almost tripped over just making sure I was okay and got into the car fine. He would do anything for me and give me anything, I could tell. Too bad he couldn't give me the one thing I really wanted, Salvatore. But no one could really get Salvatore, except Nova ofcourse. She seemed to hold some kind of spell on him and his shoe world revolved around her and whatever she wanted. The moment we stepped into the restaurant, Salvatore's phone started ringing and I got a peek and it was no surprise who was calling. Nova knew we were out on a date but she still was calling him just to spite me, and I hated her for that. For always going out of her way to make me feel useless when it came to Salvatore. The waiters came over to our table, but Salvatore was still on his phone. "Can I have a glass of Luke warm water while we wait for him to finish his call." i said almost sarcastically. "We will order once he is don
Nala. It didn’t matter. The pack didn’t matter. None of this mattered. I was done being a pushover. A good bit of the pack filled the restaurant tonight and by morning, everyone would know how Salvatore was treating me and his plans. I imagined he would be happy to see the back of me come morning. Paul carefully slid me into the back of the limo and joined me, issuing orders to the driver in a spattering of Greek and then we were on our way. I closed my eyes, the throbbing pain from my son now settling into a low pulsing ache. I closed my eyes as we navigated the streets, unwilling to watch the scenery speed by. I knew enough to understand that Pual had called Perrin and that we were headed to Salvatore’s villa while he handled the problem I had created. I had created? No. It was him. Him and that bitch Nova. It seemed like i just closed my eyes and then i was opening them again as the limo pulled to a stop. Once again i was carried and Paul did not stop moving until we had reache
Nala. The next morning I woke up tired, I put on a pair of loose pants and a clinging maternity top that outlined my huge belly. It was the most comfortable maternity wear and I could move around comfortably in it. I had Ana appointment with Perrin later on in the day and this was also the perfect fit for him to do his work. All I had to do now was sit relax and wait for him to come over. Paul had already brought in my breakfast tray full of meat and dairy, I appreciated the fact that he knew my cravings and made sure I was well taken care of. As I sat by the window overlooking the ocean, the waves were much like I how I felt. Tumultuous and uneasy, unable to settle. Even the baby continued to stretch and push against me in response to my unsettled state. Low voices sounded from below, the heavy thud of the front door being pushed closed reaching me and i knew someone had been granted entrance. Perrin. It was time for my examination it seemed, after the examination if al we
Nala. “You are not leaving. I thought I could be the bigger man and let you leave since you despise me so much. But that is impossible. You are staying.” The words were firm and not to be denied. He was the Liakos pack Alpha at this moment. “You may hate me all you like, but you are mine. That child is mine.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I will not have my family outside my den.” “No” “I will not let you go.” He released a growl, curling his lip and exposing one elongated fang in a pure threat. He didn’t understand. “If you would let me finish. I was saying that, no we won’t be outside your den.” Some of the tension left his body, but still he remained in place. I took a step toward him, and then another, gradually lessening the distance between us. “As long as you tell me Nova was lying. “ Shock filled his features. “Of course she was lying. A Greek male, an alpha, would never do such a thing to his woman.” His woman wasn’t exactly a declaration. “Am I your woman?”
Nala. I almost went to his room, snuck in and made myself at home, but i didn’t have that much self-confidence. No, my courage abandoned me after my long, hot shower and then i slipped into my nightgown. It wasn’t like what I had worn for him before. The straps were not delicate thin strings and my breasts weren’t cradled by intricately woven lace. Silk did not caress my skin. No, i was heavily pregnant, which meant comfortable cotton that was thin so I didn’t get hot or constrict my movements. I stared at myself in the mirror, looking at this tent of a nightgown that covered me, and wondered what Salvatore saw in me. I was… as big as a house. But when he looked at me with need in his eyes, i felt as i had when we first had sex. Beautiful. Seductive. Wanted. The question was, did he truly want me now? It had been hours since I had seen him, hours since the truth had been revealed and Salvatore stated he wanted me forever, in his bed and in his life. Even Perrin believed the same
Nala Silence wrapped around us, not a single hint of other sounds invading my space. The house was quiet, the staff remaining unobtrusive. With the truth of Nova’s actions came a new respect for me. While i had hoped they would forgive me and accept me for myself. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” His fingertips glided along my jaw and down the delicate line of my neck. “Your skin is like silk and your lips taste like heaven. Being with you is what I live for. When you were gone…” I placed two fingers over his lips. “I will never leave you again. I will learn to speak up and you will” “Believe in you without question. Never again will another come between us.” Our son chose that moment to shift and turn inside me and Salvatore chuckled. “Except this one.” He dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to my stomach. “Hello my little one, do not be so hard on your mama. Go to sleep now for papa. I must love your mama now.” A heated flash burned my cheeks when i understood what
Nala. The Morning sun streamed into the bedroom and cast a warm glow on the bed where i lay. I opened my eyes and promptly burrowed more deeply underneath the covers. My hand sought Salvatore , but i found only an empty spot. He wasn't there. I frowned as I sat up, looking around the bedroom, but he was nowhere to be found. The unmistakable whir of the helicopter caught my attention, and I got out of bed and walked to the window. And there he was in Grey lose sweat pants, and he was talking to someone I hadn't expected to see this morning, Nova. They were both standing what seemed to be a few meters from the helicopter, his hand on her arm. Salvatore said something to her, and She nodded and ducked down to hurry into the helicopter. A few seconds later, it lifted and headed toward the mainland. I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief but also wonder what he had told her. Salvatore had promised me he was done with Nova, but it was hard to believe that. But I would take the
Nala.I woke up slowly taking in my surroundings. All the walls were white with no painting at all. It was just plain walls. And then then there wS the smell of medicine that made me nauseous."What's going on?" I asked no one in particular sitting up. That's when I saw him sleeping peacefully by my bed. He looked so peaceful, but also so uncomfortable sleeping in that chair. "Hey, hello beautiful." he said as soon as he saw me, "How did you sleep? How are you feeling?" he asked coming to my bed as he helped me sit up properly, putting a few pillows for me to lean on. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." i said slowly feeling the pain of my incision. "No it's okay baby. Am glad you are up." i said looking around. "The baby?" I said almost absent mindedly. I do not remember at all having the baby, I just felt pain in every part of my body. "She is Fine." Jordan said proudly, "and yes it's a she. They just fed her she is sleeping. You will see he when she is up.""I am sorry
Jordan. One moment, we were dancing, I was holding her, monitoring her breaths, smelling her rose vanilla hair, the next she was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. This was not happening to me. It could not be happening. I felt as if I was losing my mind. I could not believe what I was seeing. It could not be. It just could not be. I dropped to my knees next to her. My hands were shaking. Jesus, God, no. Not her. Not her. Not my miracle.She was looking up at me, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, as if it was me that was hurt, as blood was oozing out of her wound and spreading into her stomach area of her lavender dress. The assassin had been aiming for me, but he had hit her instead. This was all my fault and I knew it was Salvatore. I had taken his son away from him, he wanted his revenge. One more shot rang out and I heard the shrill announcement.“It’s clear! We have him!”“Hey you,” she said softly. Then she frowned, her hands were
Nala. A shiver crackled through my spine at his words. Because I knew that look in his eyes, the almost ferocious gaze and I knew what usually followed after that.The last time he had had that look in his eyes and told me to get over to where he was, I had been fucked against a doorand left in a puddle at his feet.“Um,” I swallowed. “I need to go to the Ladies first?”“You are going to be sorry if I have to repeat myself.”“Please. Someone could come in.” All I could think about was his mother or sister or even father walking in on us. “No one will come in until I allow them to.”Through the glass, I could see the other people around us, and people passing in between. I was pretty certain that theycouldn’t see into our own encasement, but they would definitely be able to hear us especially since there was no way that I would be able to stay quiet after he touched me.“But people can hear us,” I whispered.His gaze darkened even further, and I had to accept the painful truth, tha
Nala.The round lights in the ceiling as they rolled me into the OR barely registered. The only thing in my mind was the brutality of my contractions. Waves of paincoursed through my body and my fingers dug into my palms to help relieve some of the pressure.I had never in my life been in so much pain.But then I remembered his promise. Everything will be fine. I believed him, and that more than anything gave me thestrength to hope for a time beyond this pain that seemed as though it would never end.The Anesthesiologist put a mask over my face. “Count backwards from ten, ” she said kindly.10, 9, 8, 7… 6… then everything went dark.I woke up slowly. My whole body felt heavy. Even moving my fingers was an effort. I knew I was in a hospital. I felt fear.My lips moved.“My baby,” I called weakly. “Where is my baby?”It was only then I realized I was not alone. There was an arm and a head on my thighs. The arm lifted and he straightened.I stared at him in shock.He looked haggard. Mo
Jordan. we were riding back to Torrington Hall. Our bodies at least two feet apart. I stared out at trees, all cast in darkness, as we left the city.Who was I angry at? Was it at myself? For reacting like a jealous fool. Or was it at her for pointing it out? I couldn’t decide, but either way it didn’t feel good.I knew she was scared for her friend’s safety, but I had no intentions of doing anything to him. At that moment when Isaw him touch her so casually I wanted to throttle him, but now that my blood was no longer boiling, I could clearly see he was only a little gnat. Even the tiny effort required to squash him would not be worth my time.“ I… uh… I wanted to speak to you tonight about the greenhouse, ” she said hesitantly. Her tone was soft and docile.I turned my head to look at her. In the soft light coming fromthe console, her skin looked like alabaster.“Thank you for allowing me to work there,” she continued.“I need to buy some seeds. I will purchase them on my own of
Jordan. I felt as if I was losing my mind. I could not believe what I was seeing. It could not be. It just could not be. I dropped to my knees next to her. My hands were shaking. Jesus, God, no. Not her. Not her. Not mymiracle.She was looking up at me, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, as if it was me thatwas hurt, as blood was oozing out of her wound and spreading into her stomach area of her lavender dress. The assassin had been aiming for me, but he had hit herinstead. This was all my fault and I knew it was Salvatore. I had taken his son away from him, he wanted his revenge. One more shot rang out and I heard the shrill announcement.“It’s clear! We have him!”“Hey you,” she said softly. Then she frowned, her hands were still cradling her stomach. “What happened?”I shuddered as my hand went to touch her face. I was so terrified I was almost paralyzed. “It’s okay, ” I whispered even though I didn't really know if it was. “Everything i
Jordan.I took her to Boston’s harbor hotel with its Sixty foot stone archway and its panoramic views of the city’s skyline. It was also a personal favorite for other reasons. Security was easily monitored by my men, and my requests for privacy were always immediately fulfilled.As I mostly moved in the shadows and appreciated places that helped me maintain things that way.Across the terrace, private and heated transparent igloo-like boxes had been erected to both tackle the frigid winter air,and to provide privacy. One of the things I liked the most about these encasements were how the glass made it possible for you to see out, but for no one to see within.I sat at my usual enclosure with my customary glass of Dirty Martini and tried to imagine Nala working in the greenhouse… and couldn’t. I’d never even been inside it. I had to admit I’d never given the idea of gardening muchthought, but I had formed the general impression gardeners were gardeners because they couldn’t find bett
Nala. It was still dark the next morning when I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. There was no one else around, but Jordan's mom was already up andsitting at the table drinking something from a cup and. looking into an open notebook. She looked up at me and frowned.“Is something wrong?” she asked worried I shook my head. “Nothing is wrong. I was wondering if I could have some cake or cookies.” I said feeling embarrassed "Ofcourse yes. I can't tell you how much cravings I had with Jordan. I gained over one hundred pounds." she said smiling as she served me a plate of chocolate chip cookies with warm milk. I looked at her confused, wondering what she was talking about or why she was even telling me about that. She saw the confusion and smiled again. " oooh, Jordan told us about your news.""What news?" I asked even more confused as ever. "That you are pregnant." she said looking at me with that judgemental look of hers. "My son always wanted to be a father you know and g
Jordan. 001It had taken a lot of pursuading to say get her to come with me. But I needed her there. I needed her to see how hard I was working to make things right between us. I needed her to know I was doing everything in my power to get her son back. I glanced at the poised woman by his side as i wound my way through the curvy hills toward my home. The top was down, and her gold red hair blew in the wind in a tangled mass, but she didn’t seem concerned. Her pursed lips told me she was thinking hard, probably getting into character to meet my family. It was not the first time, but it was since she recovered her memories. During the last twenty four hours, I had learned a lot about Nala. Unfortunately, the tiny glimpse only made me crave her more.The vivid green of trees and brown earth flashed by and welcomed me in a way that soothed my soul. My family owned land from generations back, which had all been passed to me. But i had always known from my first visit to New York City th