London It's been a week since the emergency meeting was last held, and it pleased me to the core to see my pack members now always acting alert, engaged, and well-behaved.As an alpha, it is my duty to ensure discipline and order within my pack. I guessed that sometimes a little violence is all it takes to set everything in disarray straight.I observed them, and I was pleased to see the results of my actions reflected in their well-behaved and fear-filled demeanor.I should be doing this more often to show everyone their place and give them no chance to misbehave.Anytime I walk around for a meeting or stroll, I catch sight of my pack members huddled together, their eyes darting nervously in my direction. The tension in the air was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction coursing through my veins. They have learned their lesson well.They always lowered their heads in a submissive posture, indicating a newfound respect for my authority. Their fear was written
London"Materializing cuts down on our lifespan, killing us slowly. Not to mention the horrid headache that lasts for days... or the—" I paused, pointing my glass in his direction to be more dramatic in my explanation"–that, you had mentioned."He smirked at me, walking elegantly towards me. "You should listen to me more." He whispered with a wide grin, happy to continue our previous conversation."My goodness, Fuyu, you seriously don't want to let that go?" I was pouring myself another glass of whiskey, having gone past the stage of getting stunned by his... well, nature.I poured a second glass, bringing it to him. He lowered his head and, with a low growl, began drinking out of it. This wolf was truly something else."You should get a bigger glass; it's hard to drink out of this. My tongue can barely fit." He grumbled before resuming lashing down the hot liquid.My lips tilted. "Are you asking for a doggy bowl?" I asked innocently, regardless of my intended mockery.He growled at me
BlaireI rushed back to the toilet despite just existing, hunching over the toilet seat to pour my sour guts into the white pit.As I knelt before the toilet seat, the acrid taste of bile stung the back of my throat. The bathroom tiles, once a soothing shade of blue, now seemed like a never-ending sea of cool relief against my feverish skin.I retched as more of nothing flew out of my mouth because, thanks to my frequent urge to vomit, I've had nothing stay in my stomach.I coughed out, nearly choking on the vomit stuck in my throat in my desperate attempts to breathe. My trembling fingers held onto the most I could of the toilet to keep me from falling from the dizziness that brewed.The constant retching had left my stomach empty, and the dry heaves were becoming more painful with each passing moment.Wiping my mouth with the back of my left hand, I drew in a deep breath to cork the urge to vomit—or at least hope it got corked—and pressed the back of my right hand to my forehead. A
London:I had no idea what I was currently feeling as my eyes forcibly remained on the battered bodies folded cruelly to fit into a plastic case.Blinking slowly, I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth, gently running my tongue over my teeth while I fought to comprehend the horrid sight that incinerated every ounce of rationality I had remaining.Reece stood beside me, his expression devoid of emotion. His eyes moved to steal a side glance my way, and after a minute of him watching me, he looked away. I figured he was probably trying to gauge the weight of my reaction and possibly brace himself for it.My teeth slowly ground so hard that I feared my jaw would fall apart. My left eye twitched, and my lips curled into a vicious snarl. With slowed breathing, I could hear the gradual beats of my heart as my mind threaded through the dark part of seething rage."How was this brought here?" My voice, although calm, was misleading.Reece looked up, keeping his hands folded behind him as
Blaire: To say I was shocked and in denial might be the biggest understatement of the century. My heart was frantically racing, and my head was getting dizzy with everything the doctor was saying.This couldn't be.If this was a dream, then I was desperate to wake up anytime because it was nightmarish. I cannot be pregnant. I was too young for that. And for who even? The tall demon that lacked a conscience?Would he even give me a listening ear? Would he even buy the whole pregnancy sh*t? He would think I was making up stories just to gain his sympathy and make me his Luna instead of his maid.Besides, with all I've witnessed so far, he seemed like someone who could tear the growing fetus out of me.The thought almost made me puke, and I didn't realize how long I screamed for, but at the end, I was scared that the doctor might also diagnose a heart attack by the time I was done. My throat was dry and in need of water, and my feelings were overridden by sadness.The doctor had called
London:I walked down the hallway with Chalo following obediently behind me. His silver eyes calmly surveyed the environment, harboring curiosity as to why Cane had brought him to the surface while we searched for the freaking doctor.I needed the doctor to prepare something for me, but he was nowhere to be found. I was seriously considering barging into each and every room until I found him.I would have loved to use a mind link, but it only worked within a certain proximity, which I found annoying. It was one of the particular gifts we werewolves had that I deeply disliked. If I want to talk to you, I let the words fly out. If I don't, I just don't talk to you.I grunted in growing frustration, getting very close to doing something uncalled for that the doctor might regret. The only time I needed him to be useful to me, I couldn't seem to find him.Where in the world was he?I paused, turning to Chalo. If I do not want to use a mind link, I can at least have someone do it for me, ri
Blaire:After two days of being hospitalized, I was back in the quarters with my emotions in disarray. I still wasn't sure how I was going to deal with the whole pregnancy revelation, but one thing that stood out for sure was the nagging fact that I had to speak with London, as he was the father of my babies.Ugh!!!I dragged a hand over my face, staring at myself through the mirror. My body was indeed an old shell of itself. I was growing thinner as the day passed and looked awfully pale. I had dull eyes that had dark circles circling them, and my raven black hair was almost faded. Red blotches sat on my cheeks, with pimples forming on my forehead. I looked worse than horrible.With a resigned sigh, my eyes subconsciously dipped to gaze at my belly. My hands moved with uncertainty to rub my stomach. It was still hard to believe that I had twin babies growing in there, and now that I knew, how was I going to go about my daily routine?It really troubled me because I didn't want anyone
London:The soft click-clack of the keyboard seemed to echo in the room, a constant reminder of the hours I'd spent typing away.I cracked my aching fingers as they felt heavy, blinking at the bright screen in front of me. The blinking cursor glared at me, awaiting my next line of commands. I sighed, wincing a little as my head throbbed.I had been working on this compilation for hours, and I was nowhere near done. I dropped the file in my hand on the bed with a dry click of my tongue.I took my glasses off, rubbing my eyes to ease the pressure growing in them from staring at the laptop's screen for so long. I massaged the bridge of my nose, finally accepting the hint to take a break.I yawned, running my hand through my tousled hair. My back was aching from sitting upright for too long; it craved a lie-me-down. I closed the laptop with a satisfying thud; the screen was now dark, and the sudden absence of the screen's light was a relief to my tired eyes.I spent last night awake rese
London I stared out the window as my fingers slowly worked to clasp the buttons of my crisp white dress shirt. I snapped my attention back to the present when I felt my mate's gentle touch glide over the wide expanse of my shoulder.I smiled, brushing my hair back and turning to face her smiling face. Eighteen years, and she didn't look a day older than twenty-five—the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on.“Here, I'll help with your tie,” she murmured, starting the knot around my neck, and I could only stare down at her like a lovesick puppy. She looked even more beautiful today, if that were even possible. Her dark hair was curled to perfection, the black shimmering gown accentuated her curves, and the thigh-high slit revealed slender, long legs that I imagined putting over my shoulder while doing wicked things to her.I groaned at the thought, pulling her chin up so our eyes met. Even in those heels, she was still a midget compared to me.“We should just ditch the party and
London I stared in pure boredom at the bunch of Alphas seated at the oval table in the board room on the left wing. As I watched them tearing at each other's throats about who was supposed to have more territory than the other, I seriously began to regret my decision of each Alpha of the Four Kingdoms being independent of his own affairs, a treaty I signed of not interfering unless in dire situations like a war. Reece and I exchanged a glance, and he shrugged before returning his attention to the arguing Alphas. It seemed I would have to step in and stop their pointless fights once again. “Gentlemen,” I called, trying to gain their attention, but when that didn't work, I banged a fist against the table, and that did the trick as they all stopped their bickering to give me full attention. “Now that I have all your attention, can we wrap this up? I have a pregnant wife that needs me.” I spoke through gritted teeth, my eyes twitching as they all fidgeted in their seats. “Thank y
Blaire White I opened my eyes to a dark, damp cell that reeked with the stench of blood and death. I blinked several times to be sure I wasn't having a nightmare, but the rusted bars stared back at me, and the only sound I could make out was of water dripping somewhere.I tried to move my arm, only to realise it was chained to the wall, as were my feet. Looking down, my eyes widened in shock at my very pregnant belly. I began to hyperventilate, my heart beating out of control, when it finally dawned on me that it wasn't a dream after all. Maybe London had only been a good dream, my mind conjured up to keep me sane.“H-hera,” my voice cracked as I tried reaching out to my wolf but received no answer.I tried over and over again with no success, wailing over the feeling of emptiness that overcame me.I shivered when I felt the temperature drop a few degrees lower, scrunching up my nose as the smell of decaying carcasses permeated the air. I gasped in horror when a hooded figure appeare
London:I sat in silence, leaning back against my swivel chair and staring into space for the last hour, lost in my thoughts. I was still reeling from Fuyu's shocking revelation that shook me to my very core. I was still in disbelief that I was capable of treating Blaire, the love of my life, poorly, as Fuyu had described. Even more ludicrous was his claim that this was our third chance at life. Why didn't I remember any of this if it was true?The way Fuyu's red eyes glowed in regret when he materialised in front of me, I knew none of it was made up. He had retreated to the farthest corner of my subconscious, leaving me to think about what he had revealed. How could I explain any of this to Blaire?A knock on the door snapped my attention back to the present, and I sighed, turning to face the door.“Come in,” I called reluctantly, picking up a random file on my desk to flip through, attempting to distract my wandering thoughts. Freya walked in, shutting the door behind her softly be
Blaire WhiteThe way London swiftly snapped the rogue's neck sent a shiver down my spine. I had prepared myself for anything, but it was still concerning to watch him end a wolf's life as if it meant nothing, even though the rogue deserved it.More than anything, I was thankful to see that he wanted to try and do things differently. Even Hera couldn't stop talking about how Fuyu adored her; she had been giddy with excitement because he had been quiet the first day we recognised him as our mate.When he banished the traitor Eliza, I felt pride swell in my chest, but I could tell that the pack members were shocked by the outcome—like they had expected him to snap her neck or rip off her head, just as he had done with the rogue.Knowing London could do things differently if he wanted made me want to hold him forever and never let go, but I had to hold myself back and continue watching from the sidelines.There were two other prisoners left kneeling in front of the crowd. A scrawny blonde
LondonI was seethingly mad when Reece's report replayed over and over again in my head. The thought that my pack's covert affairs had been compromised by one of my own left a pungent taste in my mouth.I knew I had to calm down and think rationally before I frightened my mate even more. I could hear her heart racing, and the need to soothe her overwhelmed my senses, helping to quell my anger, if only a little.Although I sensed Fuyu's rage, it was strange that he didn't fight for control to locate and eliminate the traitor. I pushed aside the thought and focused on Blaire, who sat rigidly on my lap, rubbing her arms nervously.Giving Reece an icy look, I spoke through the mind link, "Leave," and he bowed once before exiting, closing the door softly behind him.“My love,” I murmured, lifting Blaire effortlessly and placing her gently on my desk. I positioned myself between her thighs, pushing them apart. Placing my hands on either side of her, I leaned down so that we were at eye leve
Blaire White After breakfast, London suggested we take a walk in the garden so that we could talk and get some fresh air at the same time. He walked silently beside me, his long legs matching my pace, and his elbow brushed against my shoulder, sending sparks down my spine.I inhaled the fresh air, infused with the scent of earth and the fragrance of blossoming flowers, and smiled when I heard birds chirping in the trees. It was like sweet music to my ears, and I felt at peace.“Blaire,” London called my name softly, and I snapped my attention back to him, tilting my head to meet his eyes briefly.“Why did you want to leave?” he asked, his face almost contorting in a pained expression as he waited for my answer. I was at a loss for words, opening my mouth and then shutting it when no words formed. I was ashamed to tell him the real reason I wanted to leave the minute I woke up in his arms, but I couldn't stand lying to him.“When I recognised you as my mate, I was scared because I tho
Blaire White.Nimble fingers combing through my hair and massaging my scalp roused me from my deep slumber. I moaned in contentment as the feeling gently pulled me into sleep's gentle embrace. The musky scent of sandalwood invaded my senses as I slowly became painfully aware of the delicious soreness between my legs.Fluttering my eyes open, I was met with unfamiliar steel-grey eyes that strangely held warmth as he steadily held my gaze. I memorised the most minute details on his face: the curve of his light pink lips, the way his lashes fanned over his high cheekbones as he blinked slowly, the way his dark, wavy hair fell to his strong shoulders. My fingers itched to run through it, to confirm if they were as soft as they looked.His gaze was almost hypnotic, and I couldn't bring myself to look away. The longer I stared at the stranger I had unwittingly given myself to the previous night, the more I realised why he was gazing at me as though I were the most precious thing he'd ever h
LONDONI collapsed to my knees, overwhelmed by an unfathomable pain that scrambled my thoughts and words. A roar tore through me as I gripped my head, attempting to ground myself but failing miserably."What have you done, Fuyu?" I gasped, choking on my own blood as it pooled in my mouth. Miller's voice echoed faintly in the background, but I was too far gone to make sense of it.“It was the only way,” Fuyu whispered from a distant corner of my subconscious.Another scream tore from my throat as I felt my bond with Fuyu being ripped away. He was a part of me, the other half of my soul, and Hayes was killing him, which meant he was killing me too. We couldn't survive without each other, not for long."When I die, Hayes dies with me.” Fuyu's voice sounded faint, his presence in my head slowly fading. At that point, I could no longer feel my physical body; I was consumed by the agony of losing my wolf and friend.Fuyu wasn't just my wolf; he was my lifeline, my constant companion since c