-NIA’S POV- The twilight crept steadily closer. A loud crashing sound came from the living room. The freshly washed white porcelain plate slipped from my hands to the hardwood floor, shattering as I bolted from the kitchen. I stared in horror at the scene. The front door of my condor was kicked off its hinges. Wood splinters flew over the living room and a fuming forty-five-year-old man appeared. Standing at the threshold is an unkempt, buff outline of a man. His chest heaved with fists clenched. Disheveled, he was attired in a beige Henley neck short-sleeve shirt and black jeans, his flaming blue eyes roamed inside my apartment. “Where is he?” He ruffled a hand through his black, layered, messy-flow hair, taking threatening steps towards me. “What do you mean? Why did you burst down my door like that?” I brushed a long, black strand behind my ears and pointed at the chips of wood. “Nia Ravanore, I know he’s here.” The older man retorted, peeking through the small passageway to
-NIA’S POV- “Come on, Nia. Get in the water.” Brooke encouraged as she came out of the Grecian pool with beads of water trickling down her curvaceous figure. Her perfectly toned and tanned 5’6 body was on full display in an olive bikini. We were in the backyard of my Mom’s Dutch colonial house having girl’s time. Her amber eyes regarded me with concern as her soft, slapping feet padded across the warm, traditional tessellated tiles. “I'm not in the mood.” I groaned, lying on the white lounge chair with my sunglasses on, baking in the afternoon sun. Brooke grabbed the yellow towel from the lounge chair beside me. “Stop moping over Dalton. He'll come around.” I glanced at her as she flipped the bulk of her wet, dripping blonde hair over her left shoulder to blot out the excess water. “He disappeared for a week and won't take my calls. He could be serious about me cutting off my Dad.” I sulked with hurt and sadness rippling in my heart. My inner wolf was also depressed and longing
-NIA’S POV-Those words were like a hard blow behind the knees. I buckled forward and loomed over the desk. My left palm slammed down on the hard surface to not fall flat.“Stop being such a pain in my ass.” Dalton gritted with a glare hoarding disgust. Not even the mate bond could calm the storm in his blue orbs.I stared at him in shock and perplexity. I breathed heavily as dread began crawling down my spine.“This is not you.” I countered, staring hard into his eyes to fight the gripping fear. I swallowed my panic and added, “It’s like you are someone else these days.”He blinked himself back to reality and released my hand. He sighed in exasperation and dragged both hands down his handsome face. Then he sank down in his large chair, watching me with a tinge of remorse as his features softened.I straightened, despite the tremors going through my body, and hugged myself. Dalton realized how mortified I was and came by my side. He turned me to face him and cupped my face.“I’m just
-NIA’S POV-“Open this damn door!” Dalton roared after banging down my apartment at eight in the night. “Nia!”Although my wolf growled at me, I decided to ignore Dalton as I lounged on my almond-linen, upholstered sleeper sofa in my small living room. I laid on my side with my head resting on my knuckles, and a light yellow corduroy cushion beside my chest while watching the latest episode of my favorite series ‘Dish the Dirt.’Being Alpha meant that he would get away with that ruckus. No one was going to call the police or ask us to be quiet because Alphas controlled the entire region. Instead, the nosy tenants will pretend to mind their business while eavesdropping.“I’m giving you one last chance, Nia!” He commanded with authority. The door handle rattled vigorously, and I heard a kick that swayed its hinges.I rolled my eyes and turned the television volume to the max. Dalton hasn’t figured out that his alpha tone won’t work on me.“I’ve had a really fucked-up day, Nia!” He boome
One week later………-NIA’S POV-“I'm so sorry for your loss.” Elder Eunice gave my hands a gentle squeeze. I looked down on the seventy-year-old, gray-haired woman who had previously given a heartfelt eulogy. The inner ends of her black eyebrows raise and pull together on her pale, slightly wrinkled face. Apparently, she had cried too.I sniffed and managed to pry one of my hands away from her to wipe my sore, red, burning eyes with the white handkerchief that was damped from my tears.On this sorrowful day, a bunch of mourners dressed in formal black attire flocked and moussed the entire lower floor of my parents’ home. I was standing in the living room, keeping close to my distraught and weeping Mom.“I wanted to recommend that you bring Kathryn to the community center for counseling sessions. Losing a mate is quite hard, and she’ll need our help for her wolf to recover.” Elder Eunice feebly suggested.“Yes.” I agreed, patting under my moist eyelashes with the tip of the handkerchief.
-NIA’S POV-All my insecurities started drumming up, and my anxiety flew through the roof. Every part of me began shaking, but I had to see it to truly believe it.Slowly, I ascended the other five steps that brought me to the closed attic door. Grunts and moans continued in a jamboree.“You've been riding this dick for ten minutes.” The man groaned. “Milk my fucking cock.”“Hmm.”My shaky hands reached for the door handle. I took in a deep breath before I turned the lever and gradually opened the door to my heartache.There he was.From a side view, Dalton sat on the couch naked, his head laid back on the backrest. He had his eyes closed as Brooke, my best friend and the Beta's sister, straddled him, grinding and rapidly bouncing her naked body on him.Slapping sounds accompanied her moans. On the floor was a bottle of Baileys and their black clothes and underwear scattered in several directions. I stumbled backwards trying to keep my footing.Although there were no chest pains in th
-NIA'S POV-Being the center of the commotion disturbed me, and I became nervous since everyone was gazing at me. My hands trembled at my sides.“I fucking warned you not to make a scene.” Dalton snarled, eyes blazing.“Dalton, explain this!” Alpha Harrison demanded.“She's obsessed with him.” Brooke coyly aired for everyone to hear. “He used to fuck her but since he found out I was his mate, he dumped her. But she can't get over him.”Degrading comments began to circulate. Everyone gaped at me, so surprised and disappointed.Luna Francine pursed her lipstick-encased lips. “Nia, you will meet your mate one day. You cannot interfere in their relationship.”“Young lady if you wish to live, I suggest you know your place. He is an Alpha and the likes of you will never have someone like him.” Harrison pointed to his son. “I don't understand why your cock has no standard.”“I'm his fated mate. I don’t know what’s going on here, but please believe me that I'm his Luna.” I argued, desperately
NIA’S POV-Crash!Bang!Whack!Thud!It wasn't my alarm that jolted me up in bed in the wee hours of the night. It was a crashing disturbance, followed by heavy footsteps thumping up the stairs and then along the hallway.What's going on?Groggily, I raked tangled, black strands from my face as I discerned that people were in my Mom’s house. It hadn't clicked for my body to be alerted. In a dreamlike state, I stared in the dark through half-cracked eyes.The disturbance stopped. Quietness reigned once more, befriending my drowsiness. My lids closed. Sleep slowly dominated me. I flopped back on the bed.It's been three days since the funeral, and I've cried so much that my body was weak and tired. Life was insignificant with my unhealed heart agonizing from the rotting mate bond, but for my Mom, I pressed on. There was nowhere for me to discard this unbidden pain, grief, and disappointment. So, I moved back into my old bedroom again, keeping close to my mourning mother. We needed each
NIA’S POV-The cold night dew that fell on us contrasted with the inferno of heat between our bodies as Lykoan's pheromones swept me up into a lingering, lustful daze.I puffed out a deep breath and forced myself to nod to reassure Lykoan that I was okay. His hands pushed each of my arms to the side of my head, sliding along the length of them to intertwine his fingers with mine, pinning my wrists to the ground below me.I braced for impact."Forgive me if this hurts," he swallowed thickly and kissed my jaw before his lips found mine.Then, he began moving, sheathing himself inside of me with powerful thrusts. His drilling hips pushed me further into the grass and dirt with hard, long pumps that somehow seemed to hit new, stimulating spots deep in my center.My walls fluttered around him, and I cried out at the electrifying pulses his penetrations elicited. I couldn't stop the noises that escaped from my throat each time he plunged in, filling me fully."Mine," Lykoan growled possessi
NIA’S POVLykoan’s pupil dilated pitch black, pulsing with a glowing lilac ring. He went still on top of me with his jaw clamped like it took every ounce of strength to control himself. He angled his head and his eyes drifted down to my lips.“I trust you.” I lay a hand on his chest, hoping he could see the fierce determination in my eyes. "Tomorrow is tomorrow's problem."The sculpted muscles flexed. His heart was thundering like it might burst through his chest, and I felt his hardness throbbing against my slit. It was a hot, steel-like rod that had fully grown, ardently pulsing to enter my lady lake.“Hm..rrrr.” His guttural sounds were a turn on and his predatory gaze stimulated every inch of my skin where they roamed.An uncultivated aura expelled from his pores. His shoulders rose and fell, the movement jerky, a clear sign of his inner struggle with Sultan. Still, he didn't move, like he was talking to his wolf. Probably convincing him to take a step back.“I want this.” I cuppe
LYKOAN’S POV-“Seriously, Lykoan, get off me.” Nia chuffed out while elbowing me.Although I felt the minor jabs in my ribs, the little movements of her bare ass were stimulating my already rock-hard cock. If I dared to move, it would surely be to hoist up her ass and thrust my dick inside her appealing slick, coated cunt.“Grrr,” I growled in response with Sultan on the surface. I flex my jaws as my fangs elongated. “You're mine.”Every now and then, my bones cracked, beginning the agonizing transformation that I wrestled to intercept and stop to maintain my human form. She didn’t understand that the instant we saw her, Sultan had taken over.Now, as I pinned her soft body with mine on the moist grassy floor of the forest, audible labored breaths escaped me. It was taking everything within me to hold Sultan back.“Argh,” I grunted from my throat, chest heaving. I clamped my teeth together and stiffened my entire being so as not to grind on her.Because she was my mate, her body was r
NIA’S POV-Not this again.Please not this betrayal again.Lykoan spun to face me, wrenching away from the brunette beauty in the process. She nearly stumbled backward as his shoulder nudged her square in the chest.His body simmered with lust and white-hot possessiveness with eyes dilating to blood-red. His roar shook the ground. “Mine!”My heart tightened and I shook my head.It was too late. I'd already seen them together. The damage had been done.Wild desire shone in his eyes, and his mouth gaped open like he was attempting to explain. No sound came out of his treacherous throat. Even if he did, I wasn't sure I'd be able to hear him above the pounding in my ears.Kenzie moved around him to stand facing me with her back to him. “Jacques has been waiting for you.” Smirking evilly, she tucked her hair strands behind her ear. “Go to him so that Lykoan and I can finish up.”Pain, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, pierced my chest. It tore through me, ripping away skin and c
NIA’S POV-Clutching my forehead, a strained groan left my lips. Heat pulsed through every inch of my body, especially between my thighs. My skin felt inflamed.When my eyes snapped open, I realized that sweat dampened my clothes. The night was incredibly hot and tormenting.I felt a searing pain in my heart and I jolted up in bed. Glancing around the room, I didn't see Lykoan anywhere. The gnawing at my heart intensified when I realized he was gone. A pang of loneliness swirled in my chest. Just when I wanted to turn my brain off and relax with him, yet he was not here.Remembering all that happened prior to falling asleep, including me telling him about what Layton and Chase had done, it dawned on me that he must be furious. He had probably gone to Boulderfist to crush their bones to dust.Oh no.Plus, he has yet to tell me how things unfolded in the Trenchlands. I assumed that they had not found Mom.Ignoring the aches, I launched out of the bed barefooted and ventured into the hal
LYKOAN’S POV-The achromatic streams of the rodisiac moon kept stroking the most erogenous spots on my body, like sapid kisses on my flesh.I rubbed the back of my neck to tamp down my rising anger as Kenzie rode out her orgasm, and Jacques’ mocking gaze locked on me.“Damn it Jacques, does this have to do with the all-points bulletin from Boulderfist?” I growled, grappling to keep my cool.Jacques hummed, pushing Kenzie off of him. She fell into a lump of sensual curves and glowing skin with splayed-out brunette hair, sated on the rug.“I changed my mind.” He tipped his head up, taking in the heavens with hands wide open, and declared, “The night is too ravenous to discuss sour topics.”Waves of pheromones rose.Groups of horny women huddled on our left and right, observing us, stroking and groping one another as they vied to be noticed and chosen as our next fuck buddy.Dragging my hand backwards through my hair, I seethed, “Stick to the matter at hand and refrain from involving me
LYKOAN’S POV-“Tonight's the rodisiac full moon,” Tameka announced, looking up at me as I slowly descended the curved stairs.Kourtney and Lucidora flanked her sides in the living room. All their faces were solemn with concern.I had a plan for retribution on Boulderfist. It was perfect to do it now, but the moon's allure started to wreak havoc on my body and mind, rendering me angry, hot, and dangerously distracted. My blood roared for blood.“Nia is sleeping, and I have two things to deal with,” I said, stopping right in front of them at ground level.Relieved, Kourtney clutched her chest and blew out a long breath. “That's good to hear. She's been locked in that bathroom all day. I'm glad you made her feel better.”“Do you know what else was on that flash drive?” My eyes bounced from one face to the other, analyzing them. “What did her ex do?”Tameka folded her arms. Unwillingness to spill settled in her expression when she replied, “It wasn't pretty, but it's her story to tell.”I
LYKOAN’S POV-“Upstairs.” Tameka pointed to the ceiling, without sparing me her eyes.“She's, um—” Lucidora began, but I was already sprinting up the stairs.Making my way toward the bedroom, I stared at the large, empty, unrumpled queen-sized bed and called for Nia again.“Lily-Bud?” My stomach clenched and roiled in anticipation.Turning the corner to the bathroom, her potent scent hit me. Thank the fuck. My glum heart quickened with anxiety. I inhaled the rich aroma and gently wandered to the locked door."Nia?" I called loudly as my knuckles knocked on the wooden frame."Just a minute." Nia's small voice echoed from inside. Her voice was raspy, and she was sniffling as if she had been crying.After reaching for the door handle, my stomach clenched again when I turned the knob and realized that it was locked from the inside. There was some rustling around, and I heard her light footsteps, but the door remained closed."Open up for me baby," I solicited against the door, feeling the
LYKOAN’S POV-All rifles were poised and aimed at the large bed. Taking calculated steps, I stared down at the hulk of a man lying in the bed, snoring disgustingly loudly. My lips snarled in repulsion as I pressed the barrel of my rifle on Gossart’s forehead.Gossart’s coal-black eyes shot open. He grunted in surprise once he registered the cool metal against his head.“Get up,” I hissed.“Lycan man,” Gossart growled. His eyes fixed on me as he propped up in the bed, sliding out.“Movement coming inside.” Hogan nodded at Ray-hart and Freeman. With their guns raised, they left to sweep the hallway and take out any arising threats.Downstairs the house was previously empty, but loud voices and the sound of loading and cocking of weapons were unmistakable.“Where is the she-elf?” I pushed Gossart to his knees on the floor.The oversized man grunted and looked up at me with no evidence of fear. “Don’t know.”“He doesn’t know.” Tank aped the man’s words with his rifle ready to shoot.“Yes,