The words echoed in the air, pregnant with meaning, as you grappled with the depths of Lora's possessive nature. Her desire to claim you as hers sent a shiver down your spine, stirring emotions within you that you hadn't even realized were there.You tried to act casual, brushing off her inquiry with a nonchalant shrug, but the heat of her gaze lingered, as did the sweet taste of her lips on yours.“Mine…”The word reverberated through your mind, igniting a fire within you, a fire that was both intoxicating and dangerous.Lora's possessive nature was a surprise, but it added a tantalizing layer to your already intense relationship. As you made your way up the stairs, your mind couldn't help but dwell on the implications of her words.'Mine.'The word echoed in your mind, sending a shiver down your spine. It was clear that Lora was as invested in this relationship as you were, and it added a sense of excitement to your already sizzling connection.As you reached the top of the stairs, y
CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT: I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTERLORA'S POV As we stood in the shadowy corner, our breathing slowed. Just then, Nelson glanced to his left, and his face contorted in disgust and anger, an intensity I'd never seen before. His eyes darkened, and I could tell he was gritting his teeth. I felt a surge of fear; we were alone, and his expression made me worry he might hurt me."Nelson, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.I touched his hand, pinned to the wall, and felt his muscles tense beneath his white T-shirt."Wait here," Nelson said, before storming back into the club.I picked up my purse and his leather jacket, which had fallen during our encounter. He didn't expect me to wait alone in the dark, did he? I need to know what he is about to do, so I followed him.As I struggled to find Nelson in the crowded club, my eyes landed on a growing gathering near the dance floor. I prayed I wouldn't find him at the center of it.But my prayers went unanswered
CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE: WHEN WORDS FAILNELSON'S POV Lora isn't picking up her phone. After a few tries, it went straight to voicemail. I was still in my car, parked back at the club, my heart racing with worry. Where could she be? I know I have messed up, and I don't need anyone to tell me that. But I didn't mean to say what I said - it was a thoughtless remark made in a fit of rage. If only I could find her, I'd plead my case and make things right.After calling her one more time, with no answer, I leaned back in my seat, running my hands through my hair, eyes closed, trying to think of where she might be. And then it hit me - the one place she might go. My eyes snapped open as I whispered, "The beach."Without hesitation, I started my car and sped off towards the beach where we had gone after our picnic. It didn't take me long to arrive. I kicked off my shoes and approached the sandy shore, and that's when I saw her - Lora's figure, illuminated by the moonlight. I could hear her so
As the days to Nelson's parents memorial service got closer, his mood got sour. He didn't go to work and he avoided small talks. It was hard getting him to be open to me but I was there for him every step of the way. Just like a wife should.“Are you good?” I asked as he stood in front of me, dressed up in a three piece black suit. We were headed to the memorial service.His face which he tried so hard to still and become cold betrayed him. I could tell he was under so many pain, his eyes telling me what he'll never say.He would have had an eye bag. If I hadn't forced him to sleep, to rest, to eat and to talk to me about it feeling. It felt as if I was taking care of a child but I knew the mechanism of grief and I knew what it could make us be.“Yeah.” Nelson answered breathlessly, nodding his head vehemently.He's trying too hard to convince me that he is fine. But I know he isn't and I'm willing to take care of him until he gets better.I held his face, caressing his cheeks as our
~ ALINA'S POV ~ As I walked through the halls of the pack house, I could hear the snide whispers and taunting laughter that filled the air. I felt the weight of their scornful gazes upon me, as my eyes shifted from between their hands pointing at me to the ones over their mouths as they spoke discreetly. I could feel my heart sinking into my stomach. It was as if I was shrinking under their gazes, and I could barely bring myself to look at them. They made me feel insecure and unsafe within. I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame, and I wondered what I had done to deserve this treatment. My hands fidgeted nervously at my sides. Subconsciously and out of fear, I checked my clothes to see if it had a stain or a hole. I was afraid that I looked unkempt or disheveled. I knew that if I did, it would only add fuel to the fire of the other wolves' taunts. Then, it hit me, like a slap in the face, a sense of reality. Ah, I was a beta! Not just any beta but the most
"What are you doing here, spirit girl?!" Aleksander growled at me as he took a step further. I took another back in fear, maintaining the distance between us as I felt my heart pound in my chest. I couldn't bring myself to speak, so I simply stood there, trembling in fear. "You can't even speak for yourself? Pathetic. I know exactly who you are. Alina Starfall, the sister of the murderer who killed my father!" Aleksander's voice was full of rage, and I could see the anger in his eyes. I felt the fear rising in me, threatening to overwhelm me. But I knew I had to stand my ground, no matter how afraid I was. "I am not my brother. I am Alina, Alina Starfall, and I am not responsible for his actions." My voice was shaking, but I forced myself to meet Aleksander's gaze. "I know you must hate me, but I am not him. I am my own person, and I have done nothing to deserve your anger." Aleksander's expression hardened as he gritted his teeth right before me, his rage still simmered beneath
“Is this one of your witchcraft things… your powers?” He asked, narrowing his brows at me. “No, I swear!” I refuted his claim. “My mother taught me, she said that it was used to stop wolves who had gone berserk years ago.” “That's not how I remember the story.” Aleksander said, his voice dominating the forest. “It only works if you have a true connection with that particular wolf! You must share an intimate bond with them for it to work!” As Aleksander spoke, I was dumbstruck by his words but I didn't have the strength to argue further. “But it did work on you.” I let out. “So, let me go!” I cried as I forcefully wriggled my hands away from him. Aleksander loosen his grip on me and we both stood, facing each other. Our eyes brimming with a lot of unspoken words. “What are you doing out here in the first place?” Alexander asked, his voice commanding. “I seek solitude and peace.” I answered, staring back at him. “Why?” He questioned further coldly, almost taking a step to
“You can't go in!” The first guard positioned at the front of the dining hall said sternly, blocking my path. “I need to see Aleksander. So, step aside!” I said, my voice brimming with a domineering aura and a slight hint of rage. “No, we won't!” The second guard replied, unfazed by my words. “First of all, it is against the rules to address him without adding his title and second, we can't let you go in because Alpha Aleksander is busy with matters of great importance and there is to not be any disturbances or else, there will be consequences.” He explained to me but I was adamant to carry out my heart's desire. I stood my ground, staring defiantly at the guards. “I will bear the consequences… whatever it is!” I said, my voice firm. “We still can't let you go in.” The first guard shook his head. “We don't want to have Alpha Aleksander's wrath on us.” He said. “Let me go in or else I will haunt you for the rest of your lives with my witch powers. And trust me, I’m not joking!
As the days to Nelson's parents memorial service got closer, his mood got sour. He didn't go to work and he avoided small talks. It was hard getting him to be open to me but I was there for him every step of the way. Just like a wife should.“Are you good?” I asked as he stood in front of me, dressed up in a three piece black suit. We were headed to the memorial service.His face which he tried so hard to still and become cold betrayed him. I could tell he was under so many pain, his eyes telling me what he'll never say.He would have had an eye bag. If I hadn't forced him to sleep, to rest, to eat and to talk to me about it feeling. It felt as if I was taking care of a child but I knew the mechanism of grief and I knew what it could make us be.“Yeah.” Nelson answered breathlessly, nodding his head vehemently.He's trying too hard to convince me that he is fine. But I know he isn't and I'm willing to take care of him until he gets better.I held his face, caressing his cheeks as our
CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE: WHEN WORDS FAILNELSON'S POV Lora isn't picking up her phone. After a few tries, it went straight to voicemail. I was still in my car, parked back at the club, my heart racing with worry. Where could she be? I know I have messed up, and I don't need anyone to tell me that. But I didn't mean to say what I said - it was a thoughtless remark made in a fit of rage. If only I could find her, I'd plead my case and make things right.After calling her one more time, with no answer, I leaned back in my seat, running my hands through my hair, eyes closed, trying to think of where she might be. And then it hit me - the one place she might go. My eyes snapped open as I whispered, "The beach."Without hesitation, I started my car and sped off towards the beach where we had gone after our picnic. It didn't take me long to arrive. I kicked off my shoes and approached the sandy shore, and that's when I saw her - Lora's figure, illuminated by the moonlight. I could hear her so
CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT: I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTERLORA'S POV As we stood in the shadowy corner, our breathing slowed. Just then, Nelson glanced to his left, and his face contorted in disgust and anger, an intensity I'd never seen before. His eyes darkened, and I could tell he was gritting his teeth. I felt a surge of fear; we were alone, and his expression made me worry he might hurt me."Nelson, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.I touched his hand, pinned to the wall, and felt his muscles tense beneath his white T-shirt."Wait here," Nelson said, before storming back into the club.I picked up my purse and his leather jacket, which had fallen during our encounter. He didn't expect me to wait alone in the dark, did he? I need to know what he is about to do, so I followed him.As I struggled to find Nelson in the crowded club, my eyes landed on a growing gathering near the dance floor. I prayed I wouldn't find him at the center of it.But my prayers went unanswered
The words echoed in the air, pregnant with meaning, as you grappled with the depths of Lora's possessive nature. Her desire to claim you as hers sent a shiver down your spine, stirring emotions within you that you hadn't even realized were there.You tried to act casual, brushing off her inquiry with a nonchalant shrug, but the heat of her gaze lingered, as did the sweet taste of her lips on yours.“Mine…”The word reverberated through your mind, igniting a fire within you, a fire that was both intoxicating and dangerous.Lora's possessive nature was a surprise, but it added a tantalizing layer to your already intense relationship. As you made your way up the stairs, your mind couldn't help but dwell on the implications of her words.'Mine.'The word echoed in your mind, sending a shiver down your spine. It was clear that Lora was as invested in this relationship as you were, and it added a sense of excitement to your already sizzling connection.As you reached the top of the stairs, y
The words echoed in the air, pregnant with meaning, as you grappled with the depths of Lora's possessive nature. Her desire to claim you as hers sent a shiver down your spine, stirring emotions within you that you hadn't even realized were there.You tried to act casual, brushing off her inquiry with a nonchalant shrug, but the heat of her gaze lingered, as did the sweet taste of her lips on yours.“Mine…”The word reverberated through your mind, igniting a fire within you, a fire that was both intoxicating and dangerous.Lora's possessive nature was a surprise, but it added a tantalizing layer to your already intense relationship. As you made your way up the stairs, your mind couldn't help but dwell on the implications of her words.'Mine.'The word echoed in your mind, sending a shiver down your spine. It was clear that Lora was as invested in this relationship as you were, and it added a sense of excitement to your already sizzling connection.As you reached the top of the stairs, y
Go on“Thirty minutes,” she repeated, her lips brushing against mine in a fleeting kiss, "and counting."The timer beeped, marking the start of our challenge. Lora’s fingers found their way to my belt, working it off with an ease that surprised me. My hands mirrored her movements, my fingers brushing against the zipper of her dress as I pulled it down, exposing her lacy underwear.She moaned softly, her eyes half-closed as she whispered, “Twenty-nine minutes.”Go onHer fingers slid along the waistband of my pants, pulling them down just enough to free my erection. The air in the kitchen grew heavy with the scent of her arousal, and I leaned in, my lips finding her neck, my tongue tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone.Lora’s hands caressed my back, her nails raking down my skin, sending a surge of pleasure through me.“Twenty-eight minutes,” she murmured, her hips grinding against me, as if trying to draw me in even closer.Go onI groaned, losing myself in the feel of her bod
Go on“Thirty minutes,” she repeated, her lips brushing against mine in a fleeting kiss, "and counting."The timer beeped, marking the start of our challenge. Lora’s fingers found their way to my belt, working it off with an ease that surprised me. My hands mirrored her movements, my fingers brushing against the zipper of her dress as I pulled it down, exposing her lacy underwear.She moaned softly, her eyes half-closed as she whispered, “Twenty-nine minutes.”Go onHer fingers slid along the waistband of my pants, pulling them down just enough to free my erection. The air in the kitchen grew heavy with the scent of her arousal, and I leaned in, my lips finding her neck, my tongue tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone.Lora’s hands caressed my back, her nails raking down my skin, sending a surge of pleasure through me.“Twenty-eight minutes,” she murmured, her hips grinding against me, as if trying to draw me in even closer.Go onI groaned, losing myself in the feel of her bod
CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO: THE MOVIE NIGHTNELSON'S POV "I just don't understand, Adrian. Ever since our picnic outing, Lora's been acting strange. It's as if she wants to say something but can't bring herself to do so." I confided in Adrian, who sat across from me in my office. It has been days since our trip to the ocean, and Lora's behavior has changed dramatically. More different than I know her to be."How long has this been going on?" Adrian asked, his brow furrowed with concern that mirrored mine."A week. The change is so sudden, it's unsettling. Whenever I try to get her to open up, she brushes me off, and further probing only leads to arguments," I revealed, running my hands through my hair in frustration."Maybe she doesn't feel comfortable enough to share her concerns with you," Adrian suggested."I've tried everything to make her feel at ease, but she still won't budge. I'm worried," I admitted.Adrian's smug smile slowly emerged. "This can only mean one thing – you're in lov
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: FINDING PROOF “Why won't you believe me, Alpha Aleksander?” Alina pleaded, her frustration evident in her voice and stance as she stood before him in his office chamber. “I'm telling the truth, I swear it.” Aleksander sighed, his gaze finally leaving the paper in front of him as he leaned back in his seat, his eyes narrowing slightly. “So, this is what you've been pushing for? This is why you came here?” Alina's hand threaded through her hair, her anxiety heavy. “It's been three days since your father's visit, and I fear we're running out of time. I don't understand why you refuse to work with me.” Aleksander's expression remained skeptical, his voice firm. “I'll only consider it if you provide me with concrete proof, Alina. Anything less is just empty words.” Alina's frustration boiled over as she exclaimed, "How am I supposed to find proof?" Aleksander's response was firm and unyielding, "That's your problem, Alina. Bring me something tangible, and only then