Bernard’s expression remained stony, but I pressed on, determined to make him understand.“I am truly sorry for hurting Patricia. That was never my intention. All I ever wanted was to find true love, and I’ve loved Ava since we were young. Yes, she’s ten years older than me and has been mated before
AvaJust moments after Chris left to follow Bernard, Patricia quickly grabbed the seed from the table and excused herself, hurrying after them. I found myself alone with Clara, an awkward silence settling over the breakfast table.Clara cleared her throat and offered me a small smile. “More coffee,
Bernard’s eyes narrowed slightly, clearly still not fully trusting me. “What kind of offer?”My heart pounded a bit as I approached. “Last night, I couldn’t sleep. So I spent hours researching the beetles that have been plaguing Crescent Moon. And I realized something—they have no natural predators
AvaThe afternoon sun hung high in the sky as I made my way to the mansion’s communal bath house, eager to relax after the tense morning. Crescent Moon was known for their rich bath salts, made from the plants and herbs grown in their forests, and I was looking forward to trying it for myself.As I
Patricia’s eyes widened. “That’s so romantic; like it was written in the stars.”I chuckled. “I’ve never thought of it that way, but yes. I suppose it was.”“And that night,” she asked, “Did you know it was him?”I shook my head, chuckling. “Not at first. It was quite a shock when I found out. I rem
AvaI snapped my eyes open at the sound of the door creaking, my hand immediately moving away from my groin. My cheeks flushed red as I saw a tall figure emerge from the steam, followed by a tawny head of hair and a pair of green eyes.“Ava. There you are.”Chris approached the edge of the pool in a
Gently, Chris worked his fingers a little deeper and faster, his tongue and lips leaving scorching trails along my neck, breasts, and collarbone, until I was practically aching for more. Then, he slipped his fingers back out and pulled his hand out of the water.“Open,” he muttered.He didn’t need t
AvaLater that night, Chris and I arrived in the elegant dining room—this one larger than the other, with a crackling fireplace situated at the far end and a gleaming mahogany bar against the wall. Chris pulled my chair out for me and I took my seat across from Clara, who was sitting beside Bernard.