The whispers of the crowd swirled around me, a cacophony of curiosity and speculation. Amidst the murmurs, a familiar voice broke through the chatter. Amidst the whispers and hushed conversations, a peculiar revelation rippled through the crowd like an unexpected twist in a theatrical performance. The spectators turned their heads, their curiosity piqued as they exchanged bewildered glances.Dany emerged from the gathering, wearing an expression that was almost too casual for the situation. She approached me."So, you married Killian Anderson and didn't think to mention it to me?" she asked, her tone filled with a mix of amusement and mock betrayal.I glanced at Dany, and had to do a double-take. She looked different, as if she had donned a disguise. "Dany, is that you?" I squinted at her.She rolled her eyes, the smirk still playing on her lips. "Who else would it be, Mellisa? Your long-lost sister?"I chuckled at her sarcasm. "Well, you never know. I've heard stranger things."Dany g
The raucous celebration echoed through the hall, the clinking of glasses and joyous laughter creating a lively symphony. Killian, surrounded by well-wishers, was being pulled into one toast after another. I watched as he raised his glass, his cheeks already flushed with the effects of the alcohol. A chorus of cheers followed each sip. Lauren approached me with a mischievous grin. "Mellisa, my dear, you can't be left out of the celebration. It's time for a toast!" She handed me a glass filled to the brim with some potent concoction, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the intensity of the liquid. I took the glass from her, eyeing the contents warily. "What's this, Lauren?" She chuckled, linking her arm through mine. "Oh, come on, Mellisa! It's just a little something to keep the party interesting. Trust me, you'll love it." With that, she led me into the midst of the revelry. As we approached the crowd, Jenny caught sight of us and bounded over with a twinkle in her eye. "Wh
[Killian POV]Carrying Mellisa in my arms, I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Her drunken antics were both endearing and amusing, making the task of transporting her to our room a delightful challenge. The way she pinched my face with a mischievous grin.Once we reached the room, Mellisa, still in high spirits, managed to pull a bottle of champagne seemingly out of thin air. I couldn't suppress a laugh at her resourcefulness. She insisted on tucking it into the inside pocket of my vest, claiming it was her contribution to the after-party festivities.With a playful twinkle in her eyes, she leaned in and whispered, "I stole it from the party, Killian. It's free!" Her proclamation that she had liberated the champagne for our enjoyment only fueled my amusement. Mellisa, stealing from her own wedding.I nodded in agreement, acknowledging her genius move. "You're absolutely right, Mel. We'll save it for later, our little secret stash," I replied, playing along with her spontaneous a
Drunk Mellisa could murder me and I’d be happy. “Go back to bed.” And out of a sudden-She kissed my neck, her hands roaming up and down my back, her breasts pressing against my chest. My cock was hard, and I instinctively pulled her closer, moaning quietly as her lips grazed my shoulder."Uh, Mellisa--" I forced myself to back away. "What are you doing?"“What I want.” She bent forward to kiss me on the lips. Before I could react, Mellisa was pulling at my shirt, lifting it up, and then she had her hands on my chest, rubbing my skin.Without thinking, I let her take my shirt off, murmuring with pleasure while I moaned and held her shoulders, squeezing them hard.Then her hands slipped down to my waist and slid into my pants. Whoa. I sat back, trying to catch my breath. "Mellisa?"Her hand was inside my boxers, her fingers fluttering near my cock. She looked at me, her eyes serious, and reached for her coffee cup. "Just a little." She gulped some whiskey, then set it down and reac
The throbbing in my head is relentless, and as I slowly wake up, I realize I'm clad in my pajamas. Groaning, I survey the room, attempting to piece together the hazy memories of the night before. The distinct lack of a bathroom in Killian's room adds an extra layer of confusion. Why am I here?Killian emerges from the bathroom, and as he meets my gaze, I notice an unusual expression on his face. Is that a blush? I squint at him, trying to decipher the mystery that seems to be unfolding. Whatever happened last night must have left us with some amusing aftermath.He approaches me with a hint of hesitation, as if contemplating whether to share some scandalous secret or just make a casual inquiry. In the end, he opts for a straightforward question, his voice betraying a trace of uncertainty, "What do you want for breakfast?"I blink at him, momentarily taken aback by the shift in tone from potential scandal to the mundane topic of breakfast. It's almost disappointing, but the prospect of
Ah, the joys of wedded bliss – or not. While most newlyweds are off on some dreamy honeymoon, Killian and I are knee-deep in the thrilling world of responsibilities. The honeymoon is on hold, and instead, we're navigating the complex terrain of werewolf politics."Killian, sweetheart, where are you?" I called out, peering around the corner of the packhouse. The guy was becoming a master at the art of evasion.He popped out from behind a pillar, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Oh, hey, Mellisa. Didn't see you there."I raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because I've been following you for the past five minutes."His gaze shifted uncomfortably. "Just busy, you know, alpha stuff.""Right, right. Very important alpha business," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm.Killian scratched the back of his head, a nervous tic that always surfaced when he was avoiding something. "Look, we've got a meeting with the neighboring pack, and I've got to go over some pack laws. It's a big dea
I took a bite of my delicious steak, savoring the flavors as my mother and I enjoyed our meal at the restaurant. The ambiance was pleasant, and we were engrossed in our own little world until the door swung open, announcing the arrival of Katherine Marsh, the A-list celebrity. The man accompanying her, adorned in flashy attire, immediately drew my attention with his wandering eyes.I decided not to disturb Kat's privacy, so I continued enjoying my meal, stealing glances at their table every now and then. However, my attempt at discretion was short-lived as the man suddenly approached our table, a curious gleam in his eyes."Hey there! Mind if I ask what that divine dish is you're having?" he inquired with an enthusiastic grin.I glanced up, slightly taken aback by his bold approach. "Uh, it's the house special cut. Really good."His eyes widened with excitement. "That sounds amazing. I want that too." Without missing a beat, he raised his hand to signal the waiter. "Excuse me! Can we
My mother, sensing the tension, chimed in with a motherly smile. "We're just here to enjoy a meal, Tony. Let's keep the conversation light and pleasant, shall we?"Despite Kat's attempts to defuse the situation, Tony remained undeterred. His stubbornness was almost impressive in its audacity. He leaned in closer, a sly grin playing on his lips. "You're a tough nut to crack, Mellisa. I like that."I needed to land a good blow to lose him for good. I knew I had to think fast and come up with a convincing excuse to get him off my back. But telling Tony about my marriage to Killian was out of the question, especially considering our agreement to keep it private.“I have a boyfriend.”Kat seemed surprise. “I never know you do, Mel.” Tony, with his eyebrows raised in skepticism, leaned in and quipped, "A boyfriend, you say? You're just saying that to fend me off, Mellisa. I don't buy it."I sighed, feeling the absurdity of the situation. "No, really. I have a boyfriend. Very tall, quite
At 9am, I received a call from Dany. Or one to be known as lady Dana Serpentine. She wanted to call me out for coffee. I enthusiastically agreed.The soft chime of the coffee shop's doorbell signaled my entrance, and I scanned the room until I spotted Dana Serpentine. Her smile was warm, welcoming, and I couldn't help but reciprocate as I approached her table."Dany," I exclaimed, giving her a light hug.She returned the embrace graciously. "Melissa, so glad you could make it. I hope you've been settling in well."I nodded, taking a seat across from her. "As well as one can, considering the circumstances."Dana chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "Oh I absolutely knows the Andersons. But it's good to see you out and about. We all need a break from the craziness every now and then."As we settled into conversation, I noticed the presence of two more figures beside Dana – Ramiel and little Seraphina. "Melissa, I'd like you to meet my kid brother and sister, again with proper introduction – R
The early morning sun had barely begun to paint the sky with hues of orange and pink when Killian's phone rang, jolting us awake from the cozy cocoon of our shared dreams. As he answered the call, the urgency in his voice mirrored the sudden shift in the atmosphere."Richard," Killian called out, glancing at me with a furrowed brow. "Duty calls. Dad needs me. Get ready, Mellisa."I groggily got out of bed, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Richard, Killian's loyal beta and confidant, stood by the door ready for whatever lay ahead. There was a weight to the air, a heaviness that hung like a storm waiting to unleash its fury.We made our way to the family meeting, a place I had only heard about in hushed conversations and somber tones. I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine.We entered the room, the dark wood-panelled walls seemed to close in on us. At the center, George Anderson, the patriarch, stood."Killian," George's voice trembled as he spoke, "sit down. We
I gazed at Killian, who was nursing his wounded pride with a generous swig of whiskey. The glass emptied in one go, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his dramatic display of defiance. He looked like a scolded little puppy, eyes cast down, lips pursed in a pout that somehow managed to be both endearing and comical."You look sad," I teased, leaning against the nearest wall.Killian shot me a side-eyed glance, a mix of irritation and resignation in his ashy eyes. "You think I'm a sore loser, don't you?"I let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over my heart. "I never said such thing."He huffed, a small smile playing on his lips. "But I think so."I couldn't argue with that assessment. So I leaned closer. "You know, Killian, there's a way to find out if you're truly a sore loser or not."His eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "And what might that be?"I grinned, grabbing his hand and examining his palm with exaggerated seriousness. "Palm reading, my dear. Your fate lies in the l
George's gaze narrowed on Killian, and without warning, a whip lashed through the air. Instinctively, Killian shielded his back, sparing me from the intended strike. The crack of the whip echoed in the silence, leaving an eerie aftermath.My eyes widened in shock, and I couldn't suppress a gasp. What the hell is going on here?Killian shot me a quick glance, silently urging me to stay composed. He knew I wasn't accustomed to the hierarchy.George, continued with a stern expression. "Killian, your recent actions have consequences."I couldn't fathom what actions they were referring to."Why don't you enlighten us on what these 'actions' are?" I retorted, my frustration seeping into my words.George turned his gaze toward me, his eyes narrowing. "This is pack business, not for outsiders to interfere."Outsider? That stung. I may not have been born into this world, but I had chosen to stand by Killian's side.Killian spoke up, "Father, she is my wife. Anything that concerns me concerns
The crowd's attention shifted from the bullied girl to our confrontation, and whispers of anticipation spread like wildfire. Killian, realizing that this was a storm he couldn't control, opted for a supportive stance, ready to back me up if needed.I continued, my voice steady but loaded with a sarcasm that could cut through steel. "And let's not even get started on your definition of beauty. If I were you, I'd worry less about appearances and more about the state of your character. It seems to be suffering from a severe lack of decency."As Killian and I stood our ground, facing off against the mean-spirited teenagers who had targeted the little girl with Down syndrome, Killian leaned in and whispered a quick briefing in my ear."House Frank, these guys are the richest gold and oil traders in the country," he murmured, his expression serious. Just as I processed this new piece of information, a woman in her 30s, presumably Colette Frank as Killian had told me, stepped forward. Her d
A murmur rippled through the crowd as everyone exchanged curious glances. What could George be referring to? And who were these troublemakers he spoke of?"I want to make it clear," George continued, his voice firm, "that such behavior will not be tolerated."George continued his speech without mentioning Killian, leaving a conspicuous void in his narrative. My eyes narrowed as I exchanged a perplexed look with Killian. Something was amiss.The blonde-haired guy, radiating smugness, locked onto Killian, and a derisive smirk played on his lips. It was clear he took pleasure from George's speech.I leaned towards Killian and whispered, "Who's that guy, and why does he look like he just won the lottery of pettiness?""That's Damien."I raised an eyebrow. "Damien? I’ve never heard you speaking of him."Killian shook his head. George concluded his speech, the room erupted into applause. Killian and I stepped out of the great hall, Killian seemed disappointed. Of course. The night air was
We set up for the contest. Killian, ever the silent observer, stepped forward, a gleam of amusement in his eyes as he handed me a bow. It was a beautiful piece, crafted from silver wood and adorned with delicate carvings that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. It was his own. "For you, my dear," he said, his voice laced with a playful undertone. "May the best archer win."My father owned a racecourse before everything else happened. I was raised on horseback. He loved his horses, so he taught me to ride every day. Archery was something I didn't need to pay to learn. A hundred yards from their abbey was designated for it. I grew up doing archery and riding horses; that's why I was so confident in performing stunt double scenes for medical films. I was not to lose to these boys.I glanced at Killian, a silent question in my eyes. He met my gaze with a reassuring nod, his confidence in me unwavering despite the odds stacked against us."Ready to show these boys how it's done?" he whi
My heart pounded as I found myself surrounded by the group of werewolf descendants, their menacing glares making it clear that this was not a friendly encounter. Richard shot me a signal that conveyed both concern and reassurance. Richard stepped forward, his posture radiating authority. "Let her go. We don't want any trouble."The leader of the pack chuckled menacingly. "Trouble found you, little beta."Before I could process what was happening, the situation escalated. The punch landed with a sickening thud, and Richard crumpled to the ground. I felt a surge of anger, but I knew I had to play it cool, at least for now.As they continued their assault on Richard, my mind raced, searching for an escape plan. This wasn't a situation I could sass my way out of. I needed a distraction, something to throw them off their game.I knew Richard'd be off to locate Killian and unleash the cavalry if necessary. But how to keep him alive for was the question. “You wanted to hang out with me, my
Amidst the vibrant and crowded party, I found myself surrounded by unfamiliar faces. The room pulsated with energy, and I could hear the classical music thumping in the background. Despite the lively atmosphere, I felt a bit lost in this sea of people.I surveyed the room, searching for a familiar face, none of which is a friend of mine. Panic started to bubble up as the realization hit me—I was on my own in a room filled with strangers. Everyone seemed to be engaged in lively conversations, greeting each other with a mysterious pound to the third left chest. It was like a secret code, and I was left out.To make matters worse, my supposed guide into this social labyrinth, Killian's mother, Mrs. Henrietta, was treating me as if I were invisible. I stood there, awkwardly trying to blend into the background, but it was clear that I was a mere spectator in this grand social spectacle.The woman hated me. A lot. I shot a quick glance at Killian, who appeared to be thoroughly engrossed in