Karyna’s POV As we dug into the scrumptious baked potatoes and the mouthwatering honey-glazed, roasted chicken that Henri had prepared, I could practically sense his unease emanating from him. He was seated across from Julian and me, making it easy for me to notice his every move. His furrowed brow and fidgety movements revealed that something was indeed bothering him. I wanted to let him know that the food was beyond delicious; the baked potatoes were perfectly seasoned, and the honey-glazed, roasted chicken was simply divine. Every bit was a delight and it had become my favorite meal too. I was curious about what was causing Henri's constant sighs until it hit me that we had recently suffered a loss- a house and someone who had become like family. The memory was painful. I had buried the fire accident deep in my mind with Julian around. I told myself it was best not to dwell on it and to live in the present. But, observing Henri's grief, I couldn't help but feel a wave of s
Karyna’s POV It took everything in me not to squirm or squeeze my thighs together after Julian revealed the notion of his naughty game. Still, a needy moan escaped my lips. “Makings sounds like that will get you fucked roughly, my love,” Julian’s voice dropped into a low whisper and I could feel my pussy throbbing. I watched him remove the sash of his robe, and I felt my pussy getting soaked. I was aware of what he wanted to use it for, and it struck a desperate chord in me. “Is that..a threat?” I stuttered, my lips quivering slightly. Henri laughed darkly behind me, his hands gently caressing my waist and my hip. “No, sweetheart. It’s a prophecy.” he asserted huskily. He squeezed my ass right after and I moaned again, my back arching into his touch. I was trapped in the middle of them, their warm breath caressing my skin as their big hands explored my body. My mind couldn't focus on anything but the electrifying feeling of their touch and the anticipation of pleas
Julian’s POV “You killed Karyna’s father?” Henri asked, staring at me in disbelief. I only shrugged and picked up an Air Jordan 5 racer shoe from our father’s wardrobe and put it on. It was 5:30 AM on a Monday morning, and I didn't want to start a new week full of rage. “Thomas Vegas is not Karyna’s father,” I grunted. “That kind of man is not even worthy to know my woman.” I spat, distaste filling my voice Henri nodded in agreement. But his expression still held a hint of irritation, that showed he didn't agree with my decision. I knew it was because Thomas was one of the most successful men in New York, and his family wouldn’t let his death be in vain. But did I give a fuck? Absolutely, no. It might be impossible for other men to kill a wealthy person like Thomas but I wasn't a man. I was a werewolf, an Alpha. A huge disapproving scowl was etched on Henri’s face as he spoke again. “You could have blinded him or something. Why did you have to kill him?” Immediately a
Henri’s POV “Going to White Plains is not a rational decision, Henri. I won't let you go there.” Julian refuted, a huge frown, and determination etched on his face. I sighed, pinching my brows together with my index and thumb. “Yes, this isn't a rational decision but it’s our best shot at survival. It’s either this, or we abandon the Pack,” I said in a final tone to my brother. “What the hell did you mean by “or we abandon the Pack?” “Exactly what it means. If we don’t leave this pack, and relocate somewhere else, we will never find peace. The rogues would be on our tail. Did you want your child to leave in fear too?” I noticed Julian’s jaw tightening after my unsettling question. He didn't like my decision. I could sense his disapproval in his infuriated expression but I could also see that he was considering it. So, I continued speaking. I needed him to see things my way. He truly wanted to save these people, so it would be in our best interest if I go to White Plains, and
Karyna’s POV In my dreams, Julian and Henri were having a heated argument. Julian was clearly upset, warning Henri never to mention abandoning the Pack, but Henri insisted it was necessary for our survival. I thought it was all just a dream until a loud door slam woke me up, and there was Julian storming off in frustration. “Henri,” I called out, my voice filled with surprise. I saw the worry etched on his face as he locked eyes with me, and I felt a pang in my heart. Did he insist on abandoning the pack because he was triggered by my mention of needing a break from the chaos surrounding us? Henri sighed softly and walked closer, he climbed on the bed and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Morning, sweetheart,” he greeted, his voice above a whisper. Though his tone seemed light, the somber look in his green eyes and the shadow of regret on his face showed he was sad about the argument he just had with Julian. “Did you really believe we will be safe if we abandon the Pack?” I aske
Karyna’s POV I woke up with a moan on my lips, and I whimpered in my bed as an overwhelming ecstasy washed over me. My legs trembled slightly, and I touched my pussy, realizing I just had another wet dream about that sexy stranger from two nights ago. I've been unable to have a good rest after having a one-night stand with a stranger from a club I went to with Sophia. The sex was such an out-of-body experience. It was mind-blowing. I've been masturbating to the toe-curling flashbacks and waking up wet from dreaming about him fucking me relentlessly with his huge cock. He was meant to be one time fuck, but never have I had such memorable sexual intercourse before, and he left me craving for more. His dark, curly hair, his intense green eyes, flaunted by his long, dark lashes, his Roman nose, his pink lips, surrounded by stubble…no woman would forget a man like him so easily. He had such a confident and animalistic aura around that made him so confident. He screamed of wealth,
I shut the door behind me, arranging a sensual smile on my face as I turned to face the man who haunted my dreams. Professor Henri sat behind his desk, arching an eyebrow in my direction as he peered through his thick-rimmed glasses. I could feel his green pupils intensify as I met his glare. “Yes? Is there something you want, miss?” His voice was sharp and demanding, sending thrills to my nipples. God, why was he so sexy?“Actually, someone. I want you.” I muttered seductively. “What?” Professor Henri stared at me dumbfounded.“Don’t play dumb with me, Professor,” I drawled, walking towards him like a predator locked on her prey. “We are alone. You can do whatever you want to me.”“I assure you, miss, that you’re not thinking straight,” he said to me frankly, leaning forward with his fingers crossed on the desk.“Is it my fault that I can't think straight? You made it hard for me to sleep.” I whispered, whimpering softly as my mind replayed the fullness I felt when his cock was b
“Henri, I believe that woman just fainted,” I called out hurriedly to my brother, pointing at the fallen figure before us.“So what? Leave her and let's go before anyone assumes we do something to her.”“Are you being serious right now? It's fucking cold. Let's get her inside.”“What? Inside where? My apartment? No fucking way.” Henri exclaimed, but when he saw I was serious, he came to my side. He stumbled back, his expression filled with shock. “Oh god, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,”“What?” I asked, only realizing she was the same girl I had a one-night stand with. “I’ll call security, let them take care of her instead,” Henri replied, with a hard frown set on his face.“Why?” I asked again, confused about why he was being cold all of a sudden. “Let’s leave her here, Julian.” he insisted firmly. “I know she's gorgeous but stop thinking with your dick for one goddamned moment,”“Not until you tell me why,” I pressed more intently now. There was something he wasn’t telling