“You shouldn't have agreed to go on a date with him,” Emmett said, breaking the silence as he sat on the couch, holding my cup of coffee in his hands.We had been sitting in silence since I had woken up. I had slept till the cool afternoon, the sun wasn't at its highest and the cool breeze that flowed through the window gave enough ventilation for my room.“He's got to pay my hospital bills and I get to do nothing in return. It's a good deal.” I said as I took a pillow to balance my back on my headboard.He was quiet for a moment, he ogled the content of the cup with great interest.“You should be happy for me.”He turned his gaze to me, his lips seemed to be forming words, “Why should I?” His voice was stressed, void of happiness. My brows furrowed, surprised by his lack of excitement. “As much as I hate who is offering to help, I would say I like the offer. My aunt doesn't tell me, neither does my Dad, but I see the pain in their eyes. They got to work their ass off, most times w
That was it. That was what it fucking was. Always about him, he's stressing about him. I looked at his worried face as he said that word and the flick in his face showed he had blurted out his true intent for trying to see Gibson's act of generosity as a threat. His jaws tightened, “I will prove to you that he's as bad as I think he is. Until then, have a nice date with him.” And with that, his form dissolved into air. ******* 5:45 pm My aunt was back from work. Tired as usual. My roommate went to who knows where. I'm not bothered, not even in the slightest, he would come back from wherever he's off to…. he's off to chase after who's not after him. From what I've learned, he needs me more, so definitely, he will come around. I stepped into Aunt's room; I glanced at Morris's sleepy form. I heard the shower running. She must be in there. “Miss B!” I plumped down on the edge of her bed, “I've got good news for ya!” I said over my voice. I was more happy at the jo
“I can't let anything bad happen to you when you haven't helped me yet.”Really? That was just what you had to say, to ignore the real truth. The real truth was the fact that you are running away from that human, and you find yourself pulling close to this human with each step you take forward, and you tend to forget the fact that there's much more importance in going home than staying. The wild part of you hates to see another man show any means of affection towards the strange human that you and your wolf want for yourself.But then again, there's no doubt he isn't up to something, Rose thinks I'm all on his case because She thinks I feel intimidated. I'm far too old for that; I've birthed many great men in the past; who was a common young human to make me feel less of myself? The thought of making Gibson suffer if truly he was out to exploit Rose was still fresh in my mind, but before I do that Rose will see for herself what cruelness lies within him.I was out tonight in the col
The door swung open. Miss B was all over my face in the next second, she held my cheeks in her hand, examining my face, turning my head from left to right,“Rose, how was your night with Mr generous? tell me in details.” "Nothing much happened aunt, we ate and drank to the glory of the night." "Just that? nothing else happened?" She as asked. She finally released my face after she'd failed to see any fault or scratch. “Can you please let me step in first? my feet hurts.” I said as I bent to take my heels off. She held the door wider, “come on in…” she reached to grab my bag from my hands, “let me hold this one.” “Thank you.” She had just relieve me of one-quater of my load. I was holding a bag of clothes in the left hand. "What's in your other hand?" She pointed to my left hand. "Oh, they're dresses he got for me." "Did you tell him you're lacking clothes?" She asked as a frown grew on her face. "Urghh Miss B, just let him do his thing. He could spend his money anyhow
Consciousness reached for me in my head and I grabbed it wholeheartedly, my eyes slowly fluttering open. The loud sounds of sirens buzzed…I think that was what woke me up from my sweet nap; I jerked into a sitting position from my lying state. I try to make sense of my surroundings and blink the dark, hazy world around me into focus. I was sitting in what looked like a metallic confinement. I looked out through the small window of the strange place I was at; I could see buildings and landscapes move, and then it occurred to me that I was in a vehicle…under the surveillance of the city's authorities for probably putting out that man, that bloke deserved it. That was fun for me; the jab the other guy gave me helped as a sedative for my over-running thoughts. Something retrained my arms from moving; I looked down at it only to see their modern-day chain cuffed around my wrist. It looked like the modern-day chain humans used to keep their kind captive. In their ridiculous mind, these cou
“That's true. Now let's get you rinsed.” I'm offering to wash his knuckles off the proof of fight, there is a big old baby behind his tough form and he revealed it today. I turned on the tap, he let me pull his hands to the running water. The water mixed with the blood on his hands was a stain on the white porcelain sink.The more water touched his knuckles, the clearer the water became. The blood stains was gone, I looked at his knuckles where the blood had gathered the most, “No cut?” I asked, avoiding glancing at him.“Yeah.” He replied.I put off the tap, reaching for a fresh small hand towel that hung on the wall beside the mirror; I dabbed his hands carefully, “Please, in the meantime you're here; stay off fighting, let's hope a word doesn't get to the head of the patrol team that a man escaped captivity in the most impossible way. .”“Alright, babe.”I peered up at me, “I'm not your babe, whoever taught to say that should be jailed.” I brought my eyes down to where I dabbed his
“Take off your towel for me.”I obeyed his second order, and a delicious tingle ran down my spine as I was left naked in his sight. He took my towel and laid it in the same place as my hand towel. Emmett had his cock out, pointing dangerously at me. I swallowed hard. -This wouldn't hurt.-Sex doesn't hurt.I reassured myself in my head that I've always had it in my mind that sex could be the most pleasurable act between partners; that's what I had hurt when I watched people get intimate in movies and also when I read obscene magazines back in high school. But for some strange reasons, I feared, whether it was the sight of Emmett's enormous cock standing proudly on a plane ninety degrees or the glare he shot me through those hooded eyes, I couldn't tell.My hands were folded to my front, my head bowed. My body craved my handsome roommate who stood a foot apart from me. Silence dominated the space we shared, making it only our steady breathing has was quietly heard.He pulled his sho
I stared at her tight hole while I slowly ran my hand on my cock. My teeth in between my lower lip have my mind thought of several ways to handle this chaste hole. I knew it would fit, but I wasn't sure about the amount of pain it would cause Rose. I didn't want to hurt her, but once we've moved past that phase and I was buried inside her, it would be a whole pleasure on a different level.She looked like she knew what she was up against as she had her eyes glued to my erection, her core pulsed in happiness, all wet and dripping. Maybe more happy to accommodate my cock.I got back into bed with her, with one elbow on her bed and my other hand on my cock; I guided my cock to her pussy, rubbing the blunt pink head of my cock on her clit in a circular motion.“This might hurt, but…fuck, you're so wet, and it might not hurt all that; I rubbed some more.” My eyes went back to her face as she looked down at where we had the most contact, her face mixed with pleasure and the upcoming hurt.S
On the cliff that stood parallel to the only sea in Claw City Park, the same cliff which my blood spilled was where we sat looking out towards the sea. It was infinitely beautiful, the clear blue meeting the blue rippling sea on the horizon.Before now, I’ve never been close to enjoying a sea view. This was all I dreamt of, listening to the mesmerising sounds of the gentle waves of the sea with my dream guy. I had that dream coming true, all that it wasn't exactly as I had planned it to be. You make choices and life filters what it thinks is best for you. I wanted my dream guy, handsome, strong with a wholesome gentility. Emmett was all that except he was not gentle, he wasn't even close to being gentle, he could always act but he never was.I looked from the sea to the side view of his face, he was lost in the view of the sea. His hair on his head had grown longer than it had been a few months ago. I guess he never cared about his looks when he was hell bent on avenging his death, “
“Each time the men from her lineage tried to break the spell, the urn was adamant. but each time the women tried, there was a bit of hope. We usually experience the urn lit up, the words on the urn glowed white but after some seconds, the light dies out. So we left it in the hands of the women from her lineage to give it a try. My great grandmother tried. My grandmom. My mom. And so did my wife. Until Rose did.” I want to go on my knees to plead once more to spare the lives of my people that were also his creations, the same people who had casted I and my family to suffer for the wrongs of my foremother but I was held in the shoulder by our ancient WolfLord, “Stand,” He said to me, then turned to the man in black cloak. He extended his hands out, I heard the bones of the man lying on the ground crunch. “I'll let you live. You and your people." He looked over to the dead bodies, "Peace to your fallen soldiers.” He said in a low tone. He turned to me as he made his way towards the
“Few things about your martyr were erased from history. My forefather, the Alpha of your time was the one who ordered you killed, so the real history was passed down to me. He was known to be the only Alpha who was able to conquer you, but in his doings, he did not completely erase you. He couldn't at all. A prophecy was made that era that in another lifetime, a descendant of your lover’s bloodline shall be the one to free you.” Lucan rose up to his feet slowly, wincing with pains as he did. He pointed to Rose, “Emmett, this is the person you seek for, the one who by fate broke the spell on your ashes."Rose stared between I and the crazy Alpha, “You lie," I blurted, "She's human or was human until I turned her.” Few howlers mumbled.“Who was the first person you saw when you emerged from your ashes?” Lucan asked, There was no way he was going to deceive me into thinking Rose was the one. It was clear she was human, her family, all were humans. “This young lady was human, I turne
Over a hundred acres of land was in flames, burning hot. This wasn't the adventure I envisioned. I was told to be in here, that he would sense when I was in danger and come to me, that mind link thing he spoke of. But the person who promised me safety was nowhere seen. I kicked in on survival instinct. I feared the fire might get caught up with the wood his home was made of, burning everything to the ground. Scouring through the burning forest, I followed the path where the fire was less. There were a lot of things I was understanding about my new form. One of which was that I could pick up the scents. Down to the scent of pollinated flowers, I could perceive all. So I used that to my advantage, I walked through the burning bushes on their free path, my head bent upwards as I tried sniffing in the scent of my roommate…I can't believe I still referred him to that, my brain wasn't willing to let go of his presence in my fucked up life. I filtered the choking smell of smoke, my eyes we
“Emmett, we know your story. We're aware of what transpired between you, your ex lover and the Alpha of your time, but I'll have you know that this Park has grown so big. We've grown greatly in numbers, making it difficult for us to distinguish who from who. The bloodline of Kayla, your ex lover, was never heard of after the whole thing with your mythr happened.”I looked at Lucan from where he sat proudly on his throne, the urge to fling him over so reigned in my mind but I withheld it, “It's a sad thing that this generation of wolves lacks wisdom but I want to believe that they are still werewolves gifted with the ability to track down my murderer. I ask only one simple thing, which is to bring the last bloodline of my murder to justice.”“Emmett, if you can just give us a little time, we…”Swiftly, I pulled him out his throne, suspending him in a good height mid air. This was to show him and the rest of his pathetic throne members that I was damn serious. There were mumbling amongs
“Pick up the damn phone, Arthur.” I had broken the barstool at which my hand held onto to help ease my tension, my wolf itched for outlet. I never guessed a day I would be happy and scared to my bones for my niece.Happy because out of the women from our forefathers, she had been chosen. Chosen to bring change. Chosen to let us free.I was sad because she knows half or nothing about where she came from. She's unaware of the line of family she came from. A young naive woman born of a bloodline of the rogue family. And now, on the course of being chosen to free the ancient one she had gone missing with apparently, the ancient one himself. It's how he was able to move her out of the house I found surprising. With no idea where she would be in Claw City Park or What's doing in a place where she was different from the rest of the inhabitants there–a lesser kind of difference, the whole thing scared me to my bones. The only thought that crawled into my head when my son told me of the littl
I felt a strong hold on my hands and feet, my eyes sprang open. My blurry vision settled after I struggled with squinting my eyes from the rays of sun that creeped through the window. Peering down at my feet, I was tied in a huge chain. Same with my hands. In a strange and empty old model bedroom. The last thing I remembered was feeling my organs shut down and the hazy words of Emmett calling me out of my unconsciousness. I remembered my body going completely numb. Where am I? “Emmett?” I managed to call out, feeling the raspiness of my throat. I tried to free myself from the strong chains, the clattering noise echoed in the room. Each time I pulled on the chains, it got tighter. On the contrary, I stopped struggling. Waiting for my captor or whoever is responsible for keeping me in this position to come kill me. I thought Emmett made a promise to protect me. Now, here I was, in a strange place with my hands on my feet tied up. I heard the sounds of heavy footstep
I felt a strong hold on my hands and feet, my eyes sprang open. My blurry vision settled after I struggled with squinting my eyes from the rays of sun that creeped through the window. Peering down at my feet, I was tied in a huge chain. Same with my hands. In a strange and empty old model bedroom. The last thing I remembered was feeling my organs shut down and the hazy words of Emmett calling me out of my unconsciousness. I remembered my body going completely numb. Where am I? “Emmett?” I managed to call out, feeling the raspiness of my throat. I tried to free myself from the strong chains, the clattering noise echoed in the room. Each time I pulled on the chains, it got tighter. On the contrary, I stopped struggling. Waiting for my captor or whoever is responsible for keeping me in this position to come kill me. I thought Emmett made a promise to protect me. Now, here I was, in a strange place with my hands on my feet tied up. I heard the sounds of heavy footstep
The dawn of morning after a heavy rainstorm from the previous night was always cool and calm. It's like the rain came to stabilise the balance of the atmosphere after not falling for a week. According to the meteorologist on the radio, there's gonna be a clear sky today.I looked over to see Morris sleeping form, mouth leaving trails of spit. “Drooling monkey,” I said under my breath. He cooed in response like he heard me.Five minutes and I was done with the shower, so I dressed quickly. I went over to where Morris slept like a dead log of wood. “Morris, get your tiny ass out of that bed right now!” I called out immediately as I was dressing up. There's no time for acting sweet and loving, I'm late for work already. Courtesy of the rain.At the first call Morris remained sleeping, he did a few turns, mumbling something unintelligent to himself.“Morris!”“Morris Clifford!”He flicked from his lying position, his eyes red from sleep darted around, “I'm up, I'm up.” His breath rasped