Cantor held open the door to the back seat of the SUV, and Draven promptly got in. Belinda, on the other hand, simply stood still, staring at the dark interior of the vehicle. For some reason, she was hesitating to follow the Lycan in. "I think you've already figured out by now he doesn't bite without a good reason. You'll be safe with him." Cantor's voice was surprisedly kind as he spoke to Belinda. Deciding going with them was a far better option than staying back here with her family, Belinda climbed into the car. Draven ignored her throughout the car ride, almost as if she was not literally sitting beside him. Although he did not so much as glance her way, Belinda found her gaze straying to his handsome profile every now and then. She couldn't help wondering what would have happened to her if he hadn't stepped in earlier. How far had Paul been willing to go? She didn't want to imagine. The SUV drove into the underground garage of a skyscraper in the heart of town. After hol
Arousal rushed through Belinda—arousal and anticipation. Her hands moving quickly, she pulled her sweater over her head and pushed down her jeans. Draven watched as she unhooked her bra and took off her panties, taking in her full brown-tipped breasts and her perfectly rounded hips. Now completely nude, Belinda lay her stomach on the desk, her feet on the floor and her ass pointed upward. Her face was only a few inches from Draven's chest. Looking up, she gazed into his smothering dark eyes. Taking his sweet time, Draven lifted a hand and ran it through Belinda's hair. His fingers weren't gentle, his nails scraping her scalp as they went. When he got up from his seat, his hands still gripped her skull tightly, bearing down on her neck as he rounded the table. He stood directly behind her, in the middle of her legs and in front of her bare pussy. Belinda stared straight ahead at the now empty chair, wondering what would come next. She moaned when she felt the thick head of his erecti
There were few things Belinda owned, and even fewer things she wanted to take to her new residence. So, as she climbed down the stairs, she carried only a suitcase and a smaller duffel bag. She was halfway to the front door when Cecily stormed towards her, a deadly glare on her face. Belinda stopped a smile from spreading across her lips. She'd almost been worried her bratty stepsister wouldn't show up. "You bitch!" Cecily screeched so loudly, that it shook the roof. "You witch! You devil! You did this!" "What are you talking about?" Belinda decided to play dumb. Grabbing both of Belinda's shoulders, Cecily violently shook her. "It's all your fault! You did it on purpose, didn't you? You were jealous Derek loved me more than he loved you, so you embarrassed me." A vein throbbed in Belinda's temple as her eyes darkened in anger. Just as violently, she shoved Cecily's hands off her shoulders. "How is it my fault you were sleeping with my mate? Did I force you to fuck him? If
The SUV pulled up once more in the underground garage of the skyscraper, and Marcus halted it in front of the elevator doors. Belinda got down from the car and proceeded to open up the back. Once she'd gotten her luggage out, she nodded politely at Marcus. "Thank you again." The auburn-haired man playfully saluted her as he drove to pack with the other cars. Belinda could tell he had softened towards her. Perhaps it was the pathetic mother-daughter squabble he'd witnessed that had done the trick. Anyhow, Belinda had a feeling he'd be useful to her in the future. The penthouse was empty when Belinda entered. She decided that that was good. While the sex with the Lycan was amazing, having him around all the time couldn't be good for her physical and mental health. She used her alone time to unpack, getting used to her new surroundings. Only after she was done did she realize how hungry she was. As she headed to the kitchen to see what she could find, her phone dinged in her pocket
Cecily clenched her teeth as she stared at the screen of her phone, her arms vibrating from anger. The family publicist had done his job and taken down all posts relating to the engagement party, but more just kept popping up. --She's such a slut. This one can't keep her legs closed to save her life.-- --Her sister's fiancé. Seriously? And on their engagement party too.-- --This is so funny. Do I feel bad that I'm happy someone I hate is in fact not a good person? Not. One. Bit.-- The comments were endless. These people just couldn't keep her out of their mouths. Even humans were talking. Absentmindedly biting her blue acrylic nails, Cecily moved to Instagram, only to confirm she'd lost thousands of followers. Why was everyone coming after her? What had she done so wrong? With her teeth, Cecily scrapped the color off her nails. This was all Belinda's fault. None of this would have happened if not for Belinda. "I said no one should bother me!" Swerving to face her
Draven was still not in when Belinda returned from her meeting with Lexie. Rather than the house being completely empty, however, when Belinda walked into the kitchen, she met Luisa packing groceries into the fridge. The Asian woman smiled on noticing her standing at the doorway. "You're back." Luisa slammed the fridge shut and moved to wash her hands in the sink. "How's your jaw?" Absentmindedly, Belinda brought her hand to her face. "It's fine." She hadn't witnessed its healing because she'd been unconscious. The medicine she'd been given had been strong. Only now did she wonder what had been in that drink. "Excuse me, but what did you feed me last night?" "You mean what was in the cup? It was diluted wolfsbane." Luisa answered. "It may be poisonous to werewolves, but just a little can relieve your pain. It wasn't supposed to knock you out, though. I was worried for a minute but the doctor said you were alright." Belinda nodded, taking in the fact that she'd literally been
It was like any other kiss, yet totally different. Belinda tilted her head to the side, allowing her to deepen the liplock, and she was met with just as much enthusiasm. Chloe gently bit her lower lip, and Belinda matched the gesture with her tongue running over the blonde's upper lip. Reaching out, Belinda cupped one of her full perky breasts and squeezed. Chloe moaned in appreciation. Pupils dilated as the two gorgeous women made out. Draven's men had never seen a more beautiful or arousing sight. Deep down, they felt envious of their boss, who had proven time and time again that he could get any woman he wanted. The man in question just leaned back on the couch, casually watching the two women smooch, a smirk on his lips. Very aware of the eyes on her, Belinda slowly pulled away from Chloe. She then turned to her audience, seductively tilting her head and raising an eyebrow, as if asking whether they'd enjoyed the show. Ashamed of themselves, the men diverted their gazes everywher
Down on her hands and knees, Belinda stared down at the pale pink flesh of Chloe's cunt. The opening glistened with her juices, the creamy liquid slowly dripping onto the bed. Belinda was hesitating, but she couldn't back out now. She'd already come this far. Lowering her head, she flattened her tongue over the vagina, running it up till she flicked Chloe's clitoris. Chloe whimpered, her body writhing where she lay. Belinda took it as a sign the blonde was pleased with her actions. Her strokes grew more confident, and her tongue worked faster. Soon enough, Belinda felt a finger poke into her sheath, and her pupils dilated as pleasure lighted her nerves. That finger was joined by two more, and Belinda decided then that she couldn't take it anymore. She lifted her head from Chloe's vagina, a moan escaping her throat. Draven was not pleased. "Did I give you permission to stop?" He snarled. Belinda took the hint. Bending back down, she returned to her position between Chloe's legs.
Draven never locked his doors, because every living being in the building knew to never disturb him without being summoned first. The only exclusion was his Beta, who he'd grown quite fond of over the decades. That privilege did not yet extend to his Beta's son and successor. The boy knew that, yet he walked through the front doors of the penthouse uninvited. And what was worse, he'd brought company. Dropping all he was doing, Draven leaned back into his chair, waiting for the trio to arrive. They found him soon enough, halting in front of his office's door. A soft knock sounded a second later, but the show of courtesy did little to lighten his mood. "May we come in, my lord?" Marcus' clear voice rang from behind the door. "You seem to have already come to a conclusion on that." The annoyance wasn't lost in Draven's reply. It should have been to scare them off, to give them the hint that he was not in the mood to entertain any guests. Yet, the wood swung open, ushering thr
Derek returned home well into the night, way past the customary 5 pm. He was newly discovering that a CEO working hard to revive his company was no easy job, and it often left him drained after a long day. Tonight, he heaved a sigh as he removed his suit blazer and pulled off his tie. As he stepped deeper into his apartment, however, he realized that his housemate's scent was way too faint, meaning she wasn't home. That made Derek frown, especially as to how late the hour was. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, absentmindedly strolling into his kitchen as he prepared to call her. That was when his eyes caught a piece of paper pinned onto his counter by a pan. He instinctively picked it up and went through it. “... wish for my own privacy...would appreciate if you respect my wishes.”Anger coursed through Derek at the words in the note. Like hell Belinda had moved out because she wanted “privacy”! She was simply locking him out again. Damn it, she hadn't even had the guts to
After closing the door behind her, Belinda gazed ahead at the room she would now be staying in till further notice. It wasn't the most luxurious quarters, but that was the thing about second-rate hotels—they were just below perfect and affordable.Dragging her luggage along, she advanced deeper into the room. She randomly deposited her bags on the floor and moved onto the bed. The soft mattress jerked as she plopped her bottom onto it, her mind too far gone to notice the bounce. Absentmindedly, she picked up the remote and switched on a channel. Although she gazed at the screen, she was not watching the TV program playing. She was thinking about too many things at once. Slipping out of Derek's apartment had been easy. As the other went to work early in the morning and came back late in the evening, she'd been able to pack her bags and leave without him realizing. She wasn't exactly running away. She'd left a piece of paper on the counter with her new address, which also specified the
"I've got a solution for all our problems." The proud declaration did not have the effect thought it would. Paul simply stared dead on at her, his flat expression displaying anything but curiosity. Georgina was no better. She did not appear irritated like her son, but her look was anything but impressed. "And what is that, dear?" Her tone was patient and indulging, like she was talking to a child she did not expect to say anything meaningful, but let him speak nonetheless. It annoyed Cecily senseless, but she forced herself to get past her anger. Pushing her chin even hire, she said, with just enough confident arrogance. "We trace the problem back to the source, and that's Belinda." "Moon goddess help me." The groan came from Paul. He rolled his eyes upward, praying to the deity above to grant him patience, because he was on the verge of committing murder. "Can you—for once in your life—not make everything about yourself and your crazed beliefs?" He snapped once he jud
Cecily was frustrated. She screeched, stomping her foot repeatedly like a child going through a tantrum. Her plan to spy on her stepsister to prove that she was the source of all their family's problems had gone to shit. Actually, she hadn't been spying on Belinda at all. She'd struck gold the first day she'd followed that omega paparazzi. However, neither she nor Belinda had done anything suspicious throughout their meet-up. When they'd separated, Cecily had naturally switched to following Belinda, but she'd lost her. Cecily neither knew where Belinda was staying, nor where she frequented. So, she'd been forced to revert to her original plan, waiting outside the skyscraper for Lexie. She'd tailed the latter for ever since, but was yet to spot her best friend. As a last resort today, she'd returned to the bank, and had crossed her fingers, praying that her target would show. No such luck. Why was the entire universe against her? Cecily screamed again. Why did everything have to go w
He knew him very well? Derek found himself feeling confused for the first few seconds. Then it hit him—this was not the first time he was coming face to face with the King of Alphas. Indeed, he'd met the Lycan not once but twice. The first being that faithful day he'd followed Belinda to this very building, and confronted her after recently recovering from his rejection. The Lycan had caught them in a very compromising position, and there had been no mistaking the fury in his eyes and he warned Derek off his mistress. The latter had ignored the directive, and had gotten Belinda into an accident. Another dreaded meeting had occurred. Heat rose Derek's neck, but not as much as alarm bells rang in his head. Somewhere in between the crazy events of the past months, he'd forgotten these encounters. He might be very well standing in front of a man who was out for his blood—a very powerful man at that. That couldn't be helpful to his cause. "I apologize for that time—I didn't intend B
A knock resounded in the small but organized study and to it, Draven replied, "Come in." With the scent wafting into the room, he already knew who the visitor was, and he had only given one person permission to come up to the penthouse. A man entered the office a beat later, bowing low before closing the door behind him. "My lord." The man greeted with worshipful respect. He was tall and quite bulky, with gleaming brown skin ripped around bulging muscles. However, behind his gruff exterior was a highly intelligent man, who could be subtle when he wanted. And that was why Draven had assigned him to this particular task. Pausing what he had been doing, the Lycan propped his pen between the pages of his open book. He leaned back into his chair, his pose casual yet powerful, his focus zoning in on the man in front of him. "Well?" He probed flatly. With a solemn nod, Travis Jonahson went on to deliver his report, like he'd been doing for the past few weeks. "In the last week,
Belinda watched Derek through the large screen of the television. He looked handsome, in his pressed black suit and meticulously combed hair. He was standing on a podium with a microphone bent towards his mouth. Below the steady timbre of his voice, cameras clicked and voices murmured. Occasionally, when a reporter asked a question, the screen switched to their faces, their viciousness masked in polite curiosity. They were baiting him... waiting for him to say the wrong thing. "You say the former CEO of Knights & Co. retired due to personal grievances. Do these grievances have anything to do with his recent multiple scandals? Or does he consider himself no longer fit to lead?" Derek waited a while before replying, clearly measuring the answer he was to give. "The former CEO is a competent leader who has dedicated himself to Knights & Co. for years. The decision to step down was a difficult one, but he believes it is time to usher the company into a new age." More reporters made
They sat across each other at a table in a pub a few buildings from the bank. As it was only afternoon, the place was almost empty, but the two women didn't concern themselves with the scantiness. They were too busy staring at each other. Belinda felt extremely uneasy in Lexie's. She hadn't seen the other since that fateful day she'd walked out of the Lycan's residence. Despite being convinced she'd done the right thing, she couldn't help feeling guilty about the horrid things she'd said to Lexie. Belinda warily studied the woman in front of her. Usually, Lexie was skittish when placed in an awkward situation. There was no trace of that jumpiness in the hard features of her face, however. She sat with her arms folded across her chest, her eyes narrowed in a condemning glare. "Well?" Lexie bit out bitterly. "Aren't you going to say something?" Belinda gingerly raised an eyebrow, her expression blank and her tone flat as she said, "Long time no see?" Her humorless quip made Lexi