“ I suppose you better come outside, ” Leon suggested as I goggled at her in shock. “ A manly witch? ” I blurted. “ Luna, I assure you my child won't be raised as a peril to anyone. ” Her voice was soft, but she looked offended. I felt kind of bad. Our worlds do n’t collide, generally. Witches keep to themselves and stay down from wolves. So, a wolf and a hag being fated mates do n’t make sense. We walked towards the packhouse in silence. I had so numerous questions I demanded answers to, but I do n’t suppose she has them. Pack members were sluggishly coming out into the road as we passed the collaborative hall. “ Lilith? ” Amaris grassed . The witch turned around, and her face lit up. “ Amaris Thorne, ” She beamed. “ Oh, it’s Amaris
“ Leon. I know. What you're doing. ” I moaned as he pushed his fritters inside me designedly decelerate while smoothly licking up and down over my clit. As soon as we set the lanterns out, we were both itching to get back to the room. Amaris offered to watch Lila. You could see it in her face. She knew where we were going. As soon as we walked into the room, we were on each other. Ripping at each other’s clothes and kissing anywhere we could reach. We ’ve spent the last fifteen twinkles with him going down on me. As much as I love it, I want him to fuck me, and he’s doing everything differently purely. “ Yeah, I ’m making you cum again, ” he groaned as he smelled on my clit. My toes coiled as the pledge of another orgasm climbed advanced. “ You ’re. You ’re stalling, ” I heaved . “ I
6 months latterly. “ Lila, are you ready? ” I cried from outside of her bedroom door. It’s Lila’s fourth birthday moment. I ’ve been told not to go in while she gets dressed. My mama took her shopping for a party outfit, but I ’m not allowed to see it until she’s got it on. My parents treat her as their grand- doggy ; they spoil her rotten when we go around to their house. I was awaiting Leon to be sad and quiet moment. perhaps indeed a little withdrawn, but he’s not. I guess he’s used to it, having to be strong for Lila. He’s not pulling down from me or shutting me out, which I ’m thankful for. I would n’t hold it against him if he did, not moment. “ Come in, ” Lila’s little voice squealed from the inside of her room. I opened her door and gazed around. “ Oh, Lila,
5 times latterly. “ Elias, Levi! Stop running around the kitchen. ” I moaned. “ Lila, stop chasing them, ” I cried. I leaned against the kitchen counter and lolled my head back as they ran outdoors to the reverse yard. We moved into our own place just after Levi was born. Leon surprised me with a house not far from where Addison’s house is. She moved into Dominic and Caleb’s house. She did n’t want to at first, but her parents said it was going to waste else; they ’d want her to have it. “ Are you ok, baby? ” Leon chortled as he walked into the kitchen. I glared at him and shook my head. “ I do n’t flash back Lila being like this when she was Levi’s age. ” I rolled my eyes. I gave birth to Levi five times agone . The whole gestation was trauma
7 times latterly. I sat on the yard in our reverse yard as Leon and Lila played around in wolf form. Lila turned sixteen moment and shifted. She did n’t want a huge party, important to my disappointment; I wanted to spoil her. She only asked for us to be there when she shifted, which I can understand, and she wants to spend the day just us. utmost sixteen- time- pasts want to spend the day with their musketeers, going shopping. Doing whatever teenagers do. Her wolf is a replica of her pater . A stormy slate with deep brown eyes. She’s lower but so important faster than him. It’s funny to watch. Leon tries diving her, but she moves out of the way before he can get to her. When she first shifted, she could n’t walk duly. She was like a baby deer; she reminded me of Bambi from the film. We ’re telling her about t
6 times latterly. Lila’s POV. “ Are you sure you want to do this? ” Dad has asked mute this question about ten times since we left the pack. Her answer is always the same. “ Yes, Leon, I ’m sure. ” I ’m sat in the reverse of our auto next to Levi and Elias. I can tell mums nervous; I can feel it through our bond. From what she’s told me over the times. I do n’t suppose I could do it. “ Elias, do n’t go to sleep. We ’ll be there soon. ” Levi poked Elias on his forepart. I snickered and glanced at them. Levi got his wolf two times agone . No bone was surprised to find out they were mates. As they got aged, their relationship grew. They came more than musketeers before they both turned sixteen. Levi will be taking over as nasce
Audrey Danler doesn’t have “wedding hookup” on her bucket list. She is more than a hundred percent sure of that. Especially when there’s no bucket list in the first place.So far, she’s lived an uneventful like filled with endless meetings and deadlines. Anything unrelated to her darling magazine ′Sassy’ doesn’t interest her. Audrey steered clear from adventures and settled with running the town’s bestselling women’s magazine. But she’s happily made an exception for her best friend’s wedding.However, as she gripped the bedsheet firmly to her nakedness, she’s definitely wasn’t happy. She inhaled a few yoga breaths as she tallied the strings of mistakes she idiotically did all in one night.Tons of martinis.Staying at the bar.Entertaining a blurry stranger.Flirting back.Sleeping with said stranger.That one gigantic mistake still lied on the bed as if to mock her. It wasn’t the impressive sneak peek of him that horrified her. It was the v
Vren rapped his fist against his forehead. The sun glared from where it’s made a cruel invasion and it bit at his arm. Next door, a vacuum hummed mechanically in crescendo to the pounding in his head.He groans.Vren Parkinson had never been this hungover since college.His hand reached over the other side of the bed and fumbles for another pillow to shield himself from the sunlight, freezing when he’s met by rumpled sheets.Sheets that smelled of the feminine perfume he had vague recollections of. He burrows his face on the pillow, struggling to remember.Neat bun.Platinum blonde hair spilling into silky smooth shoulders. Spilling deliciously into his hands.Olive-green dress. And underneath was dainty skin he explored all night.Slender fingers gliding up and down his back, leaving marks as he leaves his own on every inch of her.Shit!Audrey.His eyes snapped open and he bolted upright, ignoring his pulsing head. He was alone in b
Two interns scrambled out of her way, their eyes round and alarmed. Audrey likes to think they were running errands hurriedly. And that it’s not her stiff poker face that has given them the impression she was a spin-off of Miranda Priestly from The Devil Wears Prada.She pushes through the doors of her office and marches inside in sky-high heels. She expelled a breath as she gracefully sinks behind her organized desk. Fresh out from the weekly story updates, she needed five minutes after her next meeting.Her team has given her a brief rundown back at the conference room and she knows this month’s issue is going to come together as planned. Sassy will reign the newsstands like it does every month. Audrey can’t possibly take the credit to the magazine’s success though.It’s not her.It’s the amazing, independent women in her floor. So far, her Relationships department is Sassy’s pride. Aimee, Alexis, Violet and Julie (her new columnist) are the darlings of t
Audrey nodded, sweeping her gaze on every faces in the conference room. She was in one of their weekly meetings. She was following up on their stories, barely speaking because there wasn’t much to say to the competent and insightful women around the table. The fitness team were just giving her an update when her phone buzzed with a text message from Vren.She clicks her pen, wishing nothing more but for the meeting to be over. And when it did, she watches in agony as everyone exits before her. She types a reply on her phone, changing her mind when a man she recognized in one glimpse comes in as everyone else was going out.The lingering glances didn’t go unnoticed. She was getting used to the female attention he constantly gets wherever he goes. She still has her moments though – where she just couldn’t help but get jealous. But, of course, Vren doesn’t have to know that. The things is, she really thought the women would eventually subside once he no longer have the lux
“Berry, nude or matte blue?”Audrey squinted closer to her computer screen where Jessica was holding three nail polishes and Kathie was shifting in her enormous couch. “Nude.”Since two out of three has had hassles going to places, they resorted to video calls.“Yeah, nude.” Kathie nods, pausing to fluff a throw pillow.“Boring. I think I’ll choose matte blue.” She glances briefly at them, then snort laughed.Audrey shot her a glare. “What?”“Nothing. My screen is ninety-five percent round bellies. Five percent faces of my best friends.” She shakes the bottle, grinning at the screen.“I’ll kill you if you take a screenshot right now.”Jessica bellowed a laugh. “I’d like to see you try with that belly.”“Just wait until you get one of these bellies too,” Kathie chimes in a sing song voice. She adjusted her phone, angling it to her face.Their friend merely snorted and started painting her toenails.Audrey would’ve given a skeptical eye
“Sweetheart?” Vren closes the door behind him. She hasn’t opened the door for him. Although she only meets him at the door on a few occasions, he’s still allowed to expect a peck from his girlfriend. He padded quietly inside his penthouse, chest fluttering as he hears her elegant voice from the living room.He watches in amusement as the woman he’s been obsessing over for months now chided someone over her phone. He couldn’t exactly hear the entire conversation but he was able to get the idea that it was about an advertiser who pulled out from a prime spot at the last minute.She’s supposed to be on sabbatical leave but she kept everything monitored through Kylie. Although she reassured him she’s keeping herself from stress, Vren tries to get her off the phone. Mainly for his own personal gain because he needed the attention. Some days she’s hunched over her laptop, maybe checking her emails, and sometimes engrossed in a video call with her friend Rachel Myers whom she
Audrey paces in her bedroom. The pink interior slowly transitioned into an irritating shade because her room looked happy in contrary to the dread dwelling in the pit of her stomach. Her mother came over to her Aunt Gemma’s house—the first time she went out of the house since she has been discharged from the hospital.A revving car from outside snapped her out of her thoughts, reorienting her to the task at hand. The engine groaned loudly into a stop but she couldn’t care less about it. She leaned her back against the wall, looked out the window where the sun was streaming in several hours ago. There wasn’t any trace of it anymore which means she’s spent the day fruitlessly.The wall felt cold against her back. She gathered a calming breath in through her nose and scrolled through her contacts one more time. Swallowing the bile in her throat, she rings him. The soles of her feet were freezing as her palms. She hoped it will go to voicemail and save her from the embarras
One call. All it takes is one phone call. For Pete’s sake just call. She’s been staring at her phone all morning. She’s been mustering all the courage she needed to make the call. Since when did a single phone call became her toughest obstacle?Right. When she started mooning over Vren Parkinson without control over it. And that’s why she’s been wanting to call in the first place.Audrey figured she needed the fresh air to clear her mind, so she sat in the front porch and breathed in some courage.She’s been so occupied she didn’t pay attention to the car easing onto the driveway. Her head snapped to the direction of the driver’s side where the car door just closed with a soft thud. Her hands clenched at the sight of a familiar face she’s known by heart.He hesitated when he sees her on the porch swing. Mistaking her lack of movement for something else other than pure surprise, he turns and reopens the door.“Dad, it’s okay.” She bolted upright, stopping her
Vren pursed his lips irritably as he reaches the end of his contacts. Yet again. In emotional conflicts, he would resort to calling a past fling. But, surprising himself, he was deleting each single one from his contacts.What the hell was he supposed to do?For a great portion of his life, he had women as proven distraction from the noise of business ordeals. However, he haven’t met Audrey then. He didn’t have a deep emotional conflict that could only be relieved by one particular woman.His life is way off course. The only solution to put it back on track is to have his Audrey back. Whatever it might cost him. He had long lists of grand gestures he’s taken a mental note of. If that doesn’t give away how much he hasn’t been sleeping, maybe the dark circles might.He was on the verge of smashing his phone for having no one else to call. He takes out a heavy sigh and pressed that one phone number he has considered to call.Damn it. What the hell?Vren cli
Audrey won’t talk about it. She won’t even think about it. She wrapped her arms around her legs and tucked her knees against her chest. Her fingers shielded her eyes from the sun. She peeks through the space between her thumb and forefinger to assess how much she overslept. Her arm slumped back to her side as she wishes she could sink further to the cushions.He loves me.She shakes her head aggressively, shoving the thought out of her head.She told herself that this is how things are supposed to be. It was right to keep him in arm’s length. The barely there suggestion of marriage triggered everything she had kept at the back of her mind and pooled all over her. The mention of the ring really did a number on her. Her mother’s words that angered her then, came back to haunt her. However, she developed the habit of setting aside outside influences from her decisions over the years. So if Audrey were to screw up, she has an accusatory finger right to her face.Aud
Audrey sink to the rug, her gaze going over the opened door of the bathroom where she just spent the entire morning after having a round of morning sickness and some other stuff she doesn’t want to think about. A small sob slipped out, followed by another.She began crying in the quiet of the guest room. Her chest heaved from huge, racking sobs that doesn’t seem to end. She pulled her legs close, tucking her knees to her chest. She buried her face on the comfort of her thighs. Hoping it will muffle the sound.She was fine yesterday. She was doing well in keeping her mind off the soft spot. But waking up today with a terrible morning sickness felt like stepping right onto a landmine. Amidst the distressing process of cleaning her stomach clean, she thought about how bearable it once was when Vren was right on her side, holding her hair back, rubbing her back and his voice so soft on her ears.“Damn it!” She hissed as the memory flood in fresh new tears to her already
Vren’s hand covers hers, snapping her out of her stream of thought. They were in the kitchen having coffee after lunch. He wanted to stay for the weekend. Badly. But he had important business to attend to that he couldn’t reschedule. He likes to think that Audrey was just sulking that he couldn’t stay, but that’s not Audrey. She won’t show her need for him to stay because that would be demanding him to stay. And she’s not the kind to hold someone back.“You’re awfully quiet, Audrey.” He links his pinky finger with hers, finally drawing her attention to him.Her other hand grazed the curving handle of her mug. “It’s nothing, really.”“What is it? Maybe I can help?” Vren wasn’t dense not to notice her mother locking herself up in her bedroom. Audrey leaves her be.She kept her eyes on the mug like she found entertainment in the swaying steam of her coffee. She was silent still.Vren urges her face up with a finger beneath her chin. “Is this about getting a rin