Erus' POV I am tempted to ask her to raise her shirt in to see if her stomach is growing, but I touched it a few days ago when we were fucking, and it was as flat as a board. She looks as shocked as I am, but I wouldn't really trust Naya right now. “What are you talking about, Erus? You won't acknowledge me at the mortuary, and now you are here because I wouldn't eat eggs and meat?” I stand up and slip my hands into the pockets of my pants. “Get a jacket, Naya.” She does, and we walk out of the room. This is the first time that she is stepping out of her ‘prison’ in ten days. She looks at the sky, squinting, when we go out. I ignore her and just get into the car. She gets in the front with me, and I drive away. She stares down at her fingers, as if the patterns on them have just become very intriguing. “I'm not pregnant.” “Yeah, we have been having it like that a lot lately and without protection.” I mutter. “Is that why you are still keeping me in the hotel instead of a
Naya's POV Hearing that sends an excruciating pain through my body. “He couldn't come to do it himself? Or at least send the police?” “I wouldn't blame him, Naya, you did kill his mother.” Brandon says. I give him my hands. He should have put the cuffs on already. I hope he takes me straight to the guillotine. There is not a single servant to witness my walk of shame, and not one police to escort us. We both get into the car, and he drives away. I don't look at the house for the last time, I don't want to remember this house….He keeps driving and not once does he say a word to me. I know he hates me too. I just hope my death is fast, to give everyone relief. There is only one prison in the city of Moonclaw, and it's one of the strictest that I have ever seen in the world. I am wondering what kind of treatment I will get, and I better have an explanation for my cellmates on why the Alpha's wife is being thrown in with them. But, Brandon misses the turn….Is he lost in his tho
Naya's POV I don't even know how I was able to blurt out the truth like that, but I am glad that I did. It means that Gwen won't be able to hold me hostage anymore. Erus knows that I killed his mother, and he can do whatever he choose with the information. I am standing outside the room, squatting to the ground and gripping my throbbing head with my hands. Gwen is standing a few feet away, glaring at me. I'm sure she is the one causing my terrible head ache. Erus is inside, together with the police, the attendants, and ever loyal Brandon. “You think that you did something smart right there.” Gwen mutters. “Oh, please, don't act as if you weren't going to tell him the whole time.” I hiss. “He can kill me if he wants, I'm satisfied with the fact that I don't have to deal with you anymore.” She chuckles. “You have just sabotaged yourself, you stupid girl!” “You shouldn't be worried about me, Gwen, you should be worried because Erus knows that he didn't tell him I did it, and you
Erus' POV Brandon is left to continue with the mourning ceremony at the temple,while I go see what the hell Gwen is talking about. Gwen is at the backseat, staring at nothing out of the window, while Naya is beside me. She turned white as soon as she heard what happened, and she has been watching me closely since then.“Hey, it's going to be okay.” She whispers to me as she takes my hand. I need her by my side, I am glad that she is going with me. When we get to the mortuary, the two attendants are standing outside already. “Alpha Erus, we sympathize with you on the death of your mother.” They bow to me. I just nod with urgency. “Where is the body?” “Is something wrong, Alpha? The cremation is not until tomorrow.” “Just show me the body.” I brush my finger against my nostrils. Gwen is following us in, and I see Naya take a huge breath of air before walking to join us. “Naya, you really don't have to come inside. It's not good, I don't want to traumatise you.” I stop her. “
Naya's POV This is not right, Luna Bloodton is cooling off in the morgue, and I'm about to let her son fuck me on a rooftop. I know that I am supposed to tell him that this is not right, that he is so drunk with grief and that's why he thinks sex will fix this. But soon as he slips inside of me, I throw that skepticism far away from me and pull him closer to me. My lips parts as the euphoria sweeps over my face, and my eyes almost roll to the back of my head. He has the ability to make me feel too good and I know that as long as I am alive, I won't be able to build enough willpower to stay away from him. If he ever moves to another woman, I would be the mistress that just won't ever go away. With the way he stares into my eyes, I can tell that he will never stay away from me too. He hoists my legs up, practically picking me off the ground and placing me against the wall. His sweaty face press against mine, and I grab a handful of his shirt, crumbling it up. “Someone will wal
Erus’ POV Everything is surreal to me since Gwen called me to tell me that our mother had died. It feels like an out-of-the-body experience, even though I am outside receiving visitors’ bows as they wish her a good transition to the other side. I haven't seen my mother in six months. She has called, tried to set up a meeting with me, but I have turned a deaf ear to her because of what she did to Naya and Jordan. My rage blinded me, I'm still angry with her, but I cannot accept the fact that she is dead…“May the soul of the Luna rest in peace…” Alpha Philip, of one of the nearby packs, bows to me. “Thank you, Philip.” I shake his hand as he walks into the temple building. It's a long line, but I am used to receiving greetings from people. At the end of the line is my sister, Gwen. She is wearing a black gown that is sweeping the ground like a gala-worthy piece. Who is late for their mother's mourning ceremony and is dressed so extravagantly? She bows to me very deeply. “May th