“Alpha,” Klein comes barreling through the door with two other men in tow. I abruptly shift back to give them leverage, inciting me to stagger a bit as I lose my balance, only to be steadied by a firm grip on my arm.“Careful,” Nicholas whispers in my ear while I try not to focus on the tingling sensation at the spot his palm meets the skin of my lower arm where the short sleeves of my t-shirt can't reach.“Follow Jazreal,” he declares at the men who bow briefly before straightening. “The long table and chairs need to be brought out.”They nod in response and whirl toward Jazreal who is already making his way below the staircase. I frown in confusion as I wonder why. My silent question is answered a moment later as they disappear and Nicholas informs me, “There's a door there that leads to the basement.”“Oh,” I mouth in understanding, feeling slightly embarrassed that he can guess what's going through my mind. “Was it that obvious what I was thinking?”“I'm a werewolf,” is his simple
The rest of Lunch is spent with the two grown men throwing insults at themselves while we the ladies laugh to our heart's content, sometimes choking and spurting out food crumbles.A smile remains on my face as warmth creeps into my bones as I watch the homely eating environment. Something churches at my heart but I brush it off as a result of experiencing such a scene for the first time. Being an orphan and growing up without a family does that to you.Half the time my eyes are trained on Nicholas who has a carefree expression on his features during the meal. His behavior is a total contrast to the Nicholas in the city whom I've heard and caught a glimpse of.Truth is, if I hadn't come all the way with him, I would think he had some twin and the person on my left was not him. “Jazreal and I will be heading down to the study,” Nicholas announces, rising, his chair screeching backward and plate left with tiny crumbles. “Jazreal you done?”“Yes yes,” he mumbles, the last spoonful of fo
“Queen Luna doesn't seem ready to give up the throne,” Jazreal’s voice reaches me and my whole body goes rigid. “I never expected it to be like taking candy from a baby,” Nicholas retorts in a cool voice that sends chills down my spine. “That will only make my mission boring.”“She's been insisting to the elders and the council that you are not yet fit to handle the position,” Jazreal inputs. “She seems adamant about keeping you out of the loop.”“There’s one thing I'm grateful for about being her son,” Nicholas utters, a pause following, curious if they are whispering, I lean the side of my face on the door in a bid to catch the next sentence.“And that is?” Jazreal implores after a few seconds.“The fact I inherited her stubborn genes,” Nicholas goes on to say. “I just hope she's ready for the war she's trying to start.”“I can't fathom how a mother could be this evil to her child,” Jazreal sighs and a sad emotion washes over me the more listen.“She killed her own mate, Jazz,” he
Morning light brushes my lids, inciting me to groan and murmur unintelligible words in protest as it tries to disrupt my plan to sleep longer. The sun doesn't seem to understand the words I uttered in protest as it seems to keep doing its job.In an attempt to escape, I threw my arm over my face, a thankful sigh leaving my lips as it does a perfect job of blocking my vision. My arm happens to be uncomfortable despite doing its job causing me to adjust my position a tad to relieve the discomfort.I feel something warm rub my back and shoulders but don't think more about it hence I have only one decision in mind and that is to go back to slumber. A minute later I am getting lost in the darkness of sleep when I'm pulled out seconds after by a knock on the door.Cursing at my luck in my head I squeeze my lids tightly and hold in the urge to match to the door and scream at whoever is doing such evil. The sound comes again as the person repeats the knocking action.I fold my body in a fetal
There is silence for some moments as the eight of us arrive at a large metal gate. Nicholas suggested as we left the house that we trek it hence the distance from his mansion to the pack lands is a stone's throw away.My hand in his I gape at the barrier, the metal painted a black shade and a realistic drawing embedded on it. The silver strokes are done perfectly to form a picture of two wolves facing each other, blue eyes locked, bones taut as they stand poised."What do you see?" His thick voice asks from my left and I turn slightly to face him, a brow raised in confusion. "I mean at the gate.""Oh," I let out and divert my attention back while I heed footsteps approaching from the other side. It crosses my mind he must have informed them of his presence through their mind link."So?" He tilts his head to stare down at me due to our significant height difference.Squinting my lids to make sure I'm not seeing something different or missing anything, I answer. "Wolves.""It's obvious,
Mrs Marietta Lazarus reaches out for my hand and I place my right palm in hers. I smile to show I am not afraid and that I am following all that is going on. She leads me to the inner room, a big room that could be used for a ball ceremony. The inside looks ancient and the members of the board are seated around the big mahogany table. All faces draw to me as I see different emotions like I was about to enter the room. I feel like I could run away from there, with Nicholas by my side; I feel very shy.“What a beautiful lady you are”, said Mrs. Lazarus as she smiled and sat on her chair, or throne if I could say. The throne is the biggest in the room; made out of iron and gold. One can see the gold glow from within the iron. It is a beautiful sight to behold. “But isn’t it too quick for you to have a mate?”Nicholas stands up and scoffs. His face is down but gains confidence and raises his head back up. He sighs and looks around. He must have missed the pack lands; a place where everyon
R 14“Pass! Pass!” A loud voice rang across the football field. It is sports day in GREENWORLD HIGH SCHOOL. Students are busy as they are being called by their coaches to turn up quickly in their respective sports.Mason is a teenager in 11th grade who is part of the football team. He is the one being called to pass the ball as he dribbles 4 players and puts the ball in the top right corner of the goalpost. Mason is one of the best athletes in school but is sometimes trolled by his peers for not passing the ball. “If I had passed it, you would have missed it! And you weren’t even in a good position!” He would say. Mason has poor parents who can’t afford to send him to GREENWORLD HIGH SCHOOL. Guess what…he’s on a lifetime scholarship! Being a good footballer never stops him from getting the best grades. He is sure to get the best grades every year as other students leave him and fight for the second best instead. He has no rival. Mason always has this kind of scoffing-every-time expres
“Is there anything I don’t know again?” Mason asked Thomas who is increasing his speed with every step as they rush out of class. “Tom!” Mason yelled loudly it caught the attention of everybody around as they focused on them.People start to drive attention away when they don’t talk for a while. That’s high school for you. Students pay attention when you cause a commotion. It’s better to keep quiet until they all leave when you have nothing to say. Everyone wants to have a video of their mates quarreling.“Alright”, Thomas said, sighing “Steph, Jaime, Cassandra, and Edmund are werewolves. Done?” He moves away from Mason and heads to the hall.Mason rushes over to Thomas and holds his jacket. “What? You mean you’re not the only werewolf here? Is this a medieval school or something?”Thomas's eyes begin to rage and as he clenches his fists and stamps his feet. “Yeah, boy. You know now. Next time you won’t poke your nose in something that isn’t your business. For now, just focus on yours
We finally arrived at our destination, a luxurious hotel that exceeded my expectations. I had no idea where we were, only that we had flown to Uganda, where Feddy's father resided. The grand house we settled into was one of his many opulent properties in the country.For the first time, I witnessed the extent of Feddy's family wealth. Every detail screamed luxury, from the crystal chandeliers to the manicured gardens.Life was good. We spent weeks without hearing from Nicholas, and I didn't bother contacting Olivia either. She couldn't reach me unless I initiated the call, and I wasn't interested.My focus shifted to building a new life with Josh and Feddy. They were already discussing relocating their business to Uganda, and I found solace in their company.Occasionally, I pondered Feddy's work ethic. Born with a silver spoon, he could have easily rested on his family's wealth. Yet, he was driven, always striving to succeed. His dedication impressed me.As we settled into our new lif
I washed my face and headed downstairs to the living room, where I found Josh and Feddy sitting comfortably. Despite my excitement at seeing them, I couldn't shake off the worry about their unexpected early morning visit.Good morning, guys! Hope you're both doing well," I greeted, trying to hide my concern beneath a cheerful tone.Feddy smiled warmly. "Hey, Lis, good morning! We're great, thanks."Josh simply nodded, his smile hinting at a more serious purpose for their visit.I took a seat across from them, my curiosity piqued. “Everything okay?"Feddy leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "We need to talk to you about something, Lisa."Josh's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. "It's important."My heart began to beat faster, anticipation building.Lis, we came to see Nicholas, is he in. Feddy asked. No he's not. What happened? I asked and Feddy cleared the air that Nicholas had invested in their company."I didn't know Nicholas invested in Chapel Hill Dehan," I said
As the months passed, the news of my pregnancy was no longer a novelty. My growing belly was a constant reminder of the life-changing events that had unfolded. However, for Nicholas, the consequences of my pregnancy were dire. The penalty for his supposed transgression was clear: forfeiting his rightful place as the next alpha.Nicholas fought tirelessly to maintain his position within the pack, but uncertainty continued to plague him.I could not help but recall our first encounter, when Nicholas was just a stranger. I was a humble cook, living a simple life, and the idea of being his mate seemed absurd. Especially since he was a revered figure in the wolf community, wielding immense power and authority.But now, Nicholas's actions sparked terror. He continued to slaughter people in Parkland, shedding blood in his quest for answers. The pregnancy that should have brought joy and celebration instead ignited a deadly struggle for power and dominance.In human culture, pregnancy is a ce
I sought out Olivia's room, needing a trusted confidante. This was only my second time entering her quarters since we'd lived together. I took a deep breath and revealed my secret."Olivia, I'm pregnant."Her eyes widened, and she let out a startled scream."For whom exactly, Mrs. Lisa?" she asked.Her question cut deep, exposing my inner turmoil."That's the problem – I don't know," I admitted, tears welling up. "I spent one night with Nicholas, but I was asleep. I don't know if something happened."Memories flooded my mind – waking up with an inexplicable sense of unease, feeling violated but unsure."And Nicholas has never...we've never been intimate, not once in all these years," I continued, desperation creeping into my voice. "I'm lost, Olivia. I don't know what to think or who the father could be."Olivia's expression softened, concern etched on her face."We'll figure this out together," she promised.Perhaps, together, we could unravel the mystery surrounding my pregnancy.Ol
As I persisted in checking on Josh, I simultaneously kept a vigilant eye on the unfolding situation at Nicholas's mansion. Olivia's cautionary words had proven disturbingly accurate, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. The nights grew increasingly turbulent, with the haunting sounds of wolf fights and anguished cries echoing through the darkness outside. The blood-curdling screams pierced the stillness, leaving me shaken and on edge.It was unmistakable: the tensions between Nicholas and Queen Alpha had reached a critical boiling point. The conflict, long simmering beneath the surface, was now maturing, threatening to unleash its full fury upon the world.I sensed the weight of the impending storm, feeling trapped in the midst of this ancient, supernatural struggle. Nicholas's world, once a refuge, had transformed into a powder keg of primal instincts and unbridled power. The very foundations of their society seemed to be crumbling, and I feared being caught in the crossfi
Three days had passed since my return, and Josh's presence still lingered in my mind. He had taken to calling me daily, checking in on me with endearing frequency. His thoughtfulness brought a perpetual smile to my face, and memories of our time together continued to resurface.With Nicholas immersed in his business meetings, I found myself seeking companionship elsewhere. Olivia, our warm and wise cook, became my confidante. We would sit together in the living room, sharing stories and laughter, creating a sense of family bonding.As we chatted, Olivia's kind eyes and gentle smile made me feel at ease. I cherished these moments, finding solace in her listening ear."Lisa, how was your stay with Josh?" Olivia asked one afternoon, her curiosity genuine.I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "It was wonderful," I said finally, a soft smile spreading across my face.Olivia's expression hinted at understanding, but she asked no more questions.Olivia's eyes sparkled with unspoken questi
As the clock struck midnight, a subtle yet palpable shift occurred in the atmosphere surrounding Josh and me. Before I knew it, I found myself enveloped in his warm embrace, his arms wrapped snugly around me. Without hesitation, I pulled him closer, our lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss. The lines between friendship and something more blurred, and we surrendered to the moment.The night unfolded with an unbridled intensity, our connection transcending the boundaries of friendship. We lost ourselves in each other, the world outside receding into the background.However, as dawn broke, and the morning light crept into the room, reality set in. I woke up with a gnawing sense of discomfort, guilt, and regret. The memories of our passionate night now filled me with unease.I couldn't shake the feeling that I had crossed a line, ignoring Josh's initial offer of the guest house and instead choosing to stay in his room. My conscience whispered reminders of our friendship, now potentiall
As the evening drew to a close, Josh escorted me to my room, culminating a delightful night spent laughing and reminiscing in the living room. I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between his past and present life. His apartment was a testament to his success – tastefully furnished and impeccably designed.Since arriving at his place, I had been nestled in his room, surrounded by the comforts of his personal space. Now, as he led me to my designated room, I felt a sense of tranquility wash over me. The atmosphere was nothing short of breathtaking.The air conditioner's gentle hum provided a soothing welcome, enveloping me in its refreshing coolness as I stepped inside. The room was a haven, a serene oasis that seemed to envelop me in its peacefulness. I smiled inwardly, sensing Josh's thoughtfulness in preparing this sanctuary.Josh noticed my admiration and smiled knowingly. I nodded to myself, acknowledging the evident care he had put into creating this idyllic space. My min
As morning broke, I chose to maintain a serene demeanor, defying Nicholas's expectations. Instead of complaining, I greeted the day with a warm smile and embarked on my routine activities. My morning juggling session was a perfect way to clear my mind and shake off any lingering tension.After returning home, I refreshed myself with a rejuvenating shower and joined Nicholas for breakfast. As we sat together, I casually mentioned my desire to visit Josh, an old friend who had once shared our home before mysteriously disappearing.Nicholas's reaction surprised me - rather than objecting, he seemed genuinely pleased. I recalled how Josh's friend, Feddy, had helped me reconnect with him, and my curiosity about Josh's well-being grew."I'd love to visit Josh today," I said, gauging Nicholas's response.To my surprise, he nodded enthusiastically. "That sounds great! I'm sure Josh would appreciate the visit."I felt a surge of excitement, eager to catch up with Josh and learn about his journ