"One... two... and three!" I slumped to the ground after freezing on air by squatting for some minutes, panting.Wiping the sweat dripping down my eyebrow, I rushed to gulp down some water.Oh well! The day finally came.The day Giovanni would finally take over in personally trainingme.I was all bundle of nerves. I fidgeted with my hair, my training gear, trying to appear presentable.Why was I even concerned about what his opinion about me would be like?Sighing for an umpeenth time, I straightened my shoulders and then turned to see Giovanni making his way into the training hall, a smile on his face."Hey!" I blurted and he sent a wink."Good morning, pretty lady. Did you sleep well?" He asked, untying his boots and I gave a slow nod, feeling giddy and watching him."Did... did you sleep well too?" I noticed how full his eyes appeared.He gave a little smile before shrugging, saying nothing."Perhaps that's a yes?* | give an uncertain expression and watched him nod.."Are you read
PENELOPE ~ ~ "Mmh... " I moaned. "Is it delicious?" Oliveria asked, giving me hopeful eyes. "Yes dear." I smiled and then moaned when the taste hit my taste buds again. Dipping the flakes of the fish in the rich, buttery sauce, I hummed in satisfaction. Oliveria is such a good cook. Oliveria dug into her rice and began to eat. "How's little Hana coping with Nate?" I dab my mouth, before taking a sip from the lime juice. Oliveria's movement stopped for some seconds before she resumed eating. With a mouthful of food, she hummed. "They're guff and they seemf to interag well-" "Jeez, Oliveria, can you swallow what's in your mouth? I can't comprehend a thing you said." She slowly swallowed before drinking water and then leaned back in the chair. "I said they're good and they seem to interact well with each other." She averted my gaze, and moved to munch on her fish. Her expression does nothing but reveal the unsaid plight she was feeling. Oliveria's movement stopped for some
GIOVANNI ~ ~ Fuck! I am exhausted. I reclined on the chair, while the pile of paperwork sat on the table before me like a mountain of despair. Each piece of paper seemed to glare up at me, taunting me with its endless rows of numbers and words. My eyes ached from staring at the tiny print, and my head throbbed from the weight of all the information. I wanted nothing more than to sweep the entire pile off the table, to watch it float down like snowflakes or vanish into the air. But I knew that was impossible - the documents were too important to be discarded so carelessly. I sighed and reached for another document, hearing the door click open and then shut. "Got you coffee." Nate said, placing the cup beside me, and then took a chair. I sighed for the umpeenth time, glaring at the files like they were the enemies. "So many pack reports..." Nate murmured, picking some of the files and swiping at their pages. "This one states about how the pack has strengthened their security an
I lay on the ground, panting heavily, the boxing pad still clutched tightly in my palms. Sweat dripped down my face, stinging my eyes, as I struggled to catch my breath. With a sigh, I closed my eyes, seeking solace in the cool breeze that brushed against my skin. Moments passed, and I began to notice a change in the air around me. A strange, bone-chilling coldness seeped into my exhausted body, causing me to shiver uncontrollably. I frowned, my brow furrowing in confusion, trying to comprehend the sudden change in temperature. The cold only continued to grow, and a feeling of unease began to creep into my mind. I jolted awake, my eyes snapping open to find the sky darkening, even as it was still daytime. A feeling of dread washed over me. I staggered to my feet, my muscles protesting against the sudden movement. My gaze darted around, searching for any sign of an explanation for the bizarre turn of events. The air grew colder still, and a sense of impending doom loomed over me
GIOVANNI ~ ~ "Enough!" I roared, and everywhere instantly turned quiet. My heart was aching so much that it was as if someone was using a drilling machine on my heart. The betrayal had come unexpectedly, and it almost swept me off my feet. Reasons I did no shit with emotions. Try to make strong men like me weak! Look at me struggling to comprehend and take in what had just happened right in front of my eyes. The bloodthirst growing in my fucking my anger so intense it felt like it could set the whole place ablaze. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights, her eyes wide with fear, her body tense. The tone of my voice turned distant, vile and cold. There was no tinge of warmth in my eyes, I could see it from the way Penelope instantly turned tense. "I have a question for you, Penelope. Why are you with that Devil?" A tear rolled down her cheeks as her lips quivered. She tried to speak up but I quickly cut her off. "Careful!" My tone turned low, and deadly. "If you lie to
PENELOPE~ ~ I could see the panic start to set in as the color drained from Jannie's face. Her eyes darted around the room, as if searching for a way out. Her hands began to tremble, and she started to fidget with her clothes, her fingers shaking as she tried to still them. Her breathing became shallow and rapid, and I could see her chest heaving with each breath. She looked like she was about to break down, her composure starting to crumble under the pressure. “ Are you alright over there, Jannie? You seem to be sweating right now?" I pinpoint, a mischievous smirk on my face, and everyone turned to stare at her. Jannie took some steps back, almost wobbling before she steadied herself. She gave a nervous laugh, looking around her before waving. "You... guys can't possibly believe her. Penelope, you're insane! Isn't this such a gullible story?" "We don't care if that is a gullible story or not, all she asked was if you were ready to try it. Give a yes or a no!" Iris grated out,
PENELOPE ~ ~ The morning sun peeked through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. The birds outside chirped in unison, their sweet melodies filling the air. As I slowly regained consciousness, the rumble of several cars being warmed up in the mansion's driveway seeped through the closed windows. A splitting headache throbbed in my temples as I groaned, trying to sit up. My eyes fluttered open, and I realized I had fallen asleep on the ground. I curled into a fetal position, trying to shield my throbbing head from the light. Beside me lay an empty glass bottle of alcohol I must have taken from Giovanni's bar, its label glinting in the sunlight. As my gaze traveled around me, I noticed the shattered remains of a tumbler scattered on the floor above my head, glinting in the morning light. I rubbed my temples, the throbbing intensifying with each passing moment. Next, a knock landed hard on the door, making me wince. I could barely stand, my brain was about to explode. "Who's
GIOVANNI ~ ~ Penelope's expression morphed into one of surprise before quickly changing into anger. As I met her gaze, a sharp pang struck my chest, squeezing it painfully. The expression on her face felt suffocating and agonizing, like a weight pressing down on me. I knew a storm was about to break loose. Her mouth began to form words, sharp and cutting, ready to snap at me. Before she could speak, to unleash her fury, l acted on pure instinct, pulling her into a tight body stiffening in surprise. I trembled, overwhelmed by the rush of emotions. My wolf growled within me, a mix of happiness and fear swirling through him. He was delighted to finally have his mate in his arms again after a long separation. I shared in his emotions, feeling the grip of fear tightening around my heart. The fear of losing her, fear of facing rejection once more, fear of another man stealing her away from me haunted my mind. It was an uncontrollable surge of emotions, threatening to overwhelm me. Bur