For those confused, Acula is Miall's surname [He doesn't have a different name]
Miall pulled my face closer to his and sucked my bottom lip catching me by surprise. I gasped and giggled, thinking this would be an innocent kiss just to get rid of the gooey sticky centre. However, Miall had other plans. Miall licked my bottom lip softly, grazing my lip with his teeth; once I realised his intentions, I slid my hand between our faces and pushed him away."That's enough," I laughed, and he pressed another kiss on my temple and stared at me in silence for a second before pressing more kisses all over my face. "Thank you," he pressed his lips on my cheek and pressed them on my nose. "Thank you," he repeated the action, and no matter how much I tried to push him away, he wouldn't budge. "I get it, you're thankful!" I laughed."Move," Malakhi said as he pushed between Miall and me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and congratulated me. I could genuinely feel their excitement, which made me feel much better."I'm having a daughter!" He clapped his hands excitedly, and
!TRIGGER WARNING! MENTIONS AND DESCRIPTIONS OF RAPE! PLEASE SKIP IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS TOPIC."Hmm, you said what?" I turned to face Miall.He was standing in the kitchen with a bowl filled with cereal in his hands. I was proud to admit that I had influenced his food choice a bit, but sometimes he just exceeded my expectations."We've been summoned to a council meeting; Drystan's the host," he shrugged, and I snarled, looking away."Well, I didn't get an invitation, so I'm not going," I picked up the squishy toy and tried to get Kye's attention with it but he wasn't having it.He drooled over his weight toy that Miall just got him; according to Miall, Kye needed to grow stronger so that he could protect his sister...the kid was only 3 months old."Come on, Amanah. You know what he means," Miall probed as he sat down behind me on the couch.He spread his knees so that I was sitting directly between his thighs, his hand moved down to my throat, and he tilted my head upwards, and I
"I still find it crazy how fast your hair grows," I whispered as I traced my fingers over Miall's beard."I don't like it," he mumbled, and I stuck my finger gently on his bottom lip."I think it's hot," I said as I sat up. "Do you want me to help you shave?""Hmm, I don't think I have the time to shave it off," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his head on my lap. "So I'll keep it for some time."I laughed while threading my fingers into his hair. Miall and Orion were similar and different in many ways, but one thing they both loved to do was please me, even with the tiniest things."Won't it irritate you?" I asked softly, and he raised his head."Don't worry about it, it'll be fine," he pecked my cheek and got up. "I have to go somewhere. Will you be okay alone?""At this time of the night?" I questioned, clutching my dress. "Where are you going?""I just have to go check on the borders and see if my guys are doing alright. I'll be back," he pressed his lips on
MiallAmanah stared at me with her arms crossed over her chest. I looked at her from the side of my eye and copied her actions. She had been staring at me since Malakhi left after his big entrance, which I thought was useless, but he had to barge in here and pretend to be concerned when we both knew he didn't really care about what happened. Drystan was dead. Finally.I pouted and sat down on my chair, and she tilted her head, clearly offended that I was choosing not to say anything about Drystan's death. Honestly, I was relieved that whoever killed him helped us immensely, but now I was stuck trying to find a murderer in my pack, so not good. "So you're not going to say anything?" She finally huffed, and I looked up at her and shrugged while gathering my documents. "Spit it out," she scolded, and I raised my eyebrow. "Spit what out?""Stop mumbling and talk! Why are you mad?" "I'm not mad," I shook my head, and she pushed her face forward; I had to bite my lip to stop myself from
"So what happens now?" I asked Anin while I stood next to Amanah. She was finally sound asleep despite the pain she was in earlier.Watching her cry worriedly for our baby made me feel useless since there wasn't anything I could do to help ease her pain; all I could do was promise her that our baby would be okay."Right now, we're going to keep monitoring her and check how far her dilation is; if it doesn't go beyond four centimetres in the next six hours, we might have to do surgery," Anin explained as she pulled the sheet over her, aiding her comfort."Amanah said she doesn't want surgery," I pushed her hair back as I sat beside her. Her face finally looked relaxed. Like her mind wasn't wandering as much as it had been lately.Of course, I would probe and ask her what the issue was, but she would brush me off and say she was okay; she was planning for the wedding. I had not tried to listen to her thoughts because she asked me to stop, and I respected that, but sometimes, her quietnes
Amanah"Ugh, why do I still need to drink this?" I groaned as Miall passed me a bottle full of his blood, which I found horrid."Because you need to get better," he kissed my forehead, and I pouted. "But it's disgusting," I whispered as I adjusted Maniah properly in my arms. She pulled my nipple between her gums, and it took all that was in me not to scream because I didn't want to scare her. "Stop biting me."I poked her cheek, and she looked at me with a cheeky grin. Just like her father. "Just three months ago, you were greedy for it, and now you don't want it anymore?" Miall asked as he sat down, and I raised my eyebrow. "Are we talking about your blood?" I questioned, and he looked at me exhaustedly. I laughed and looked back down at Maniah. "I don't want it right now," I emphasised and looked at him from the corner of my eye, and he sighed, covering his face. "I'm playing Miall, but I no longer want to drink your blood. It's disgusting," I shivered. "Too bad, you're going to
Nyleve liked to plan things ahead of time. I mean, she had my apartment cleaned out for us, and everything was sparkling and looking new.She had the restaurant reservation done, and all we had to do was show up; not only that, but she also prepared a special pampering day for the both of us separately and told us we'd meet at the restaurant.As hesitant as I was about leaving the kids, this was needed, and this woman massaging the knots out of my back knew exactly what she was doing!I groaned blissfully as she applied pressure on my back using her fingers. The way they would glide across my back, targeting the tension, was heaven.I never had the money to do this before, but if being Miall's wife meant all the things I couldn't do before, count me in! This was heaven.I loved every minute, my body being pampered and feeling new again. My feet were soaked in that warm water while my nails got painted a new colour since the previous one started chipping.My hair was washed and treated.
I looked for Frank but couldn't see him anywhere in these crowds, so I pulled Miall towards the bar and leaned against it. A male bartender was making drinks, and Frankie was still missing.I was starting to feel sad, but the bartender came to us and asked us what we would like to drink."Do you know where Frank is?" I asked, and he pointed behind us. Frankie's eyes connected with mine as if he felt it, and I grinned brightly.He rushed toward me, leaving the group of girls that were surrounding him."You fuckin' hoe!" He grunted as he wrapped his arms around my waist and spun us around. "You're still alive, thank God!"He hugged me tightly before pulling away and looking at me."My baby," he whimpered, pulling me back into his arms. "My gorgeous, gorgeous baby," he repeated as he rocked us to the side."I missed you too," I said, patting his head gently."Okay, that's enough," Miall pulled me away from the hug and wrapped his arm around my waist possessively."You're the one keeping h