{ Liam }Isabella behaves like a good girl for the first time ever. She nods and relaxes her body, allowing me to do my own thing. I’m so shocked by her willingness and lack of complaints that I almost don't know exactly where to start, but after having her ride my face, I just need to alleviate my need to have her full of me. So damn full of me, she forgets about everything else except how much she loves my cock. And me, as a whole. Isabella grabs onto my shoulders and lets me sink into her tight heat, slowly because the last thing I want is to hurt her. And because I've come to realize that I kind of like the anticipation of pleasure, the way it feels so fucking satisfying once you finally get what you've been wanting for a long time. Like her. My fated mate. She was definitely not easy to get, but now that I have her under my roof and under my body, I feel like I won the biggest prize ever. And once she fully lets all of her walls down and she lets me see her wolf side, I fe
I sleep like a fucking baby... not even. I sleep better than a baby after fucking my warm Ice Queen all night last night. We didn't even have dinner. We didn't go back out at all, we literally just fucked a few more times before I passed out. At some point I heard Millie wake up, in the middle of the night, but I was so gone I didn't even try to get up and put her back to sleep. I just let Isabella handle it, which I think she did but I'm not even sure because I passed out again. God, yesterday was probably the best day of my entire life. I got to bring my daughter home, I had my family together, I laid out all my baggage to Isabella and she took it like a champ, then she let me fuck her until my dick could't get hard anymore. And the cherry on top was having a delicious, full night sleep. I almost enjoyed the sleep more than the fuck. Almost.I wake up in the morning feeling rested and happy and I can hear Millie is awake. I carefully get out of bed and look for my boxers and paj
{ Liam }As the days go by, things stay just as good in general, except for Millie being more of a crybaby than we expected as she gets used to her new life with us. She has kept us awake more nights than I’d like to, but I’m used to not sleeping too much, so I usually take on the responsibility of dealing with her in the middle of the night. Other than that, like I said, everything is good. Yeah, just good. But at a certain extent I find myself… not as overjoyed as I thought I would be at this point, with Isabella and our pup in my life. It seems stupid, but I'm actually getting frustrated with my relationship for being ‘too good’. That’s all I fucking wanted during the whole year I spent chasing after Isabella like a stupid dog in love. But now that I have it all… I don’t know, it’s just not the resolution I wanted. I guess I thought I would enjoy it way more. But the worst part of all is that I can't even complain because she's not doing anything wrong. On the contrary, she keep
{ Isabella }Something has to give. Really, something has to give before I kill Liam or I burn this whole house down. That motherfucker really is getting on my nerves, probably worse than ever. I'm goddamn furious, I'm in utter disbelief and I'm deeply offended. How dare he actually go to the fucking wedding without me, or at all? How fucking dare he? I'm actually about to commit matecide. He went to the stupid bachelor party and I didn't say anything because I thought he had enough brains to realize, that was all the support he should give his old friend who hurt his mate. Theo didn’t deserve anything else from him. And he should’ve had enough brains to see how clearly I didn't want him in the wedding. That’s way too much support, much more than either of them deserve. But no, he's stupid. And now I'm pissed.I've been absolutely perfect for weeks. I've been Mother Theresa, I've held my tongue, been respectful, been nice and just a picture perfect little mate. It's been hard, b
I enjoy a lot the way my friends can’t believe their eyes, even with my irrefutable proof right in front of their eyes. “There is no way Theo didn’t tell me about this,” Rahul says, all butt-hurt. Marco, his Beta, is extremely offended as well, “There’s no way you’re Millie’s dad. There’s just no way.”“He’s been way too busy with his wedding to think about telling us,” Isaim rolls his eyes, I nod.“All he cares about is his own mate, which I understand. And yes, I’m Millie’s father,” I say, proudly, then I show them the selfies I took with her. They can’t deny it now.But they force me to tell them everything, from the beginning. Once I do, they understand a little more of my breakdown and unhinged behavior. Of course it makes sense now. I can’t even imagine how weird I looked from their perspective, just being a nuisance for no reason. “So… how is Isabella doing?” Rahul asks when he accepts the fact that she is my mate, “She alright, mentally?”She would hate the way everyone keep
"So nothing I fucking do is ever enough," she mutters through her teeth, her voice laced with frustration and hurt. I take a deep breath."That's not what I'm saying, Isabella. I just want you to be yourself," I repeat, my tone softer now. "I fell in love with you, not some fake version of you. I've told you that over and over. I don't want you to be perfect."She exhales sharply, her shoulders tense as she processes my words. "But it's because you don't know what you deserve," she says, looking away for just one moment, "I know I've been a shit mate and I'm trying to make it up to you now, to give you the love you deserve. I want to be a different person, a new and improved version of me... but... I was also expecting you to appreciate it a lot more than you have. You've been cold and distant lately.""Yes, because you freak me out with your fake nice bullshit," I admit, she narrows her eyes again, "I don't appreciate it. I need you to go back to the girl I first met. That femme fa
{ Isabella }I know it's mostly in my head, but I swear I feel watched and judged as soon as I leave the house, so much that the back of my neck is itchy and my hands are all clammy and shaky. I think I got used to the comfort and the company of only four people. Four very… morally questionable people who couldn’t judge me even if they wanted to because all four of them have killed somebody before and I haven’t, so end of story. They’re worse than me.But out in the pack people aren’t criminals, they’re just judgy motherfuckers who have nothing interesting going on in their lives and that’s why they’re so goddamn obsessed with mine. But I don't want their judgy eyes on me, to remind me of the bad shit I've done. I want only my mate and my daughter around me, making me feel warm and loved and needed and protected. That’s all I want. Not being booed and stoned to death in public as soon as I show my face out in the streets. "We need to talk about the events that transpired last nigh
Holy fuck. My whole head hurts. Especially my cheek and my nose, right where that little whore delivered her punch. I groan in pain and cover my face, but then I feel something wet.Blood. This fucking whore made me bleed? If she ruined my nose, I'll make her pay for a new one, how fucking dare she? And why is Liam just silent in shock like a dumbass? Is he not going to defend me? "Liam, please, leave. Find somewhere else to eat," Theo orders while I'm still looking at my blood in my hands. "Yeah, you're right," Liam finally says and he opens the door. Caleb grabs my shoulders and he practically moves me until we're out of the restaurant, "Isabella, why the fuck?""Shut up," I whisper, basically shaking in rage, "Take me back home.""No. We're going to get brunch and I don't give a shit if your nose is bleeding," he says, taking my hands again from my face. He grabs one of Millie's blankets and he uses that to clean some of the blood, "You can take this, it’s just a little punch a
{ Fidel }Finally feeling better after so much time of worrying and stressing out about this woman, once I allow my body to relax, I end up passing out next to her. It’s like my body released all the endorphins at once and now I’m drained. I don’t know how long I sleep next to Daisy’s lovely naked body, but when I wake up, she’s playing with my hair and doing something on her phone with her free hand. As if this is our normal.“You awake?” She whispers.“Yeah, sorry. How long have I been out?”“Just over twenty minutes,” she answers, letting her phone down to look at me with a smile, “Kit is texting me, asking if I’m still grounded. The kids are hungry.”“Tell them to go out or something. I want to stay here longer,” I admit, hugging her waist until she’s turning on her side to face me. I let my hand caress the length of her body, from her delicate shoulder to her plump hips. She’s pure perfection. The definition of a true woman, “I want to enjoy you some more.”“That sounds good,”
"That's the only way you'll stay quiet, apparently," he growls, then he looks down at my body again, without anything covering me at all. I know I don't have the most perfect body out there, but I'm also not hideously ugly. And by the way he's starting to fill the room with his arousal, I think he likes what he's looking at, "I've been denying myself this since the moment I first met you, Daisy. But I finally have you right here... and you're just as delicious as I thought."I swallow and bite down on my own panties when his hands start roaming around my body. They feel possessive and authoritative.He grabs my breasts and cups them, pinching both of my nipples at the same time. I moan and trash around, but he pins me down with just a look before moving down until he's in between my legs again.I’m going to pass out. I’ve never been this aroused. "If I ever found out you're fucking someone else, I'll chop his head off right in front of your eyes. I won't let you convince me to let hi
{ Daisy }I told him. I just let it out. I knew he wouldn't stop torturing me one way or another until he got what he wanted, so I just gave it to him. And the fucker just looks at me with a stunned face for a few seconds, not saying anything back.My worst fear is coming true the more he stays silent. He's going to reject me. He doesn't want me. He won't give me what he promised. He'll fire me and push me away. I start crying again just thinking about it, because I don't want any of that to happen. I've been so angry today because he forced me to stay here, but I know I would hate it even more if he forced me to go away and never come back. "Is that all?" he asks in a cold voice, my crying stops. I narrow my eyes at him, "You could've said that sooner, Daisy.""Yeah? So you could reject me sooner?" I snarl, getting angry now, especially when he smiles like the evil person he is, "Get off me!""No," he simply says, "You're not getting rid of me now. Ever. I hope you're happy and
"No, I can't say," she mumbles and tries to get up, but I move faster than her and I grab her arm to keep her in place, "Fidel, stop. It has nothing to do with you.""So what, you want another man?" I ask, pulling her harder until she falls on top of me. Daisy tries to get up, but I don't let her. I flip us until I'm on top of her, "Is that it? You know I'll find him, too.""No, Fidel," she says, trying to push me away, "Stop. Please, get away from me.""Not until you tell me what you're hiding from me," I demand, slipping a leg in between hers. I can hear how fast her heart starts beating and I can smell her scent getting thick with arousal. I think she liked being manhandled like that, "I'm not fucking asking, Daisy, I'm ordering you to tell me.""Well, now I want to tell you even less," she snaps, closing her eyes and moving her head to the side, "I'm disappearing inside my mind again.""No. Stop that, stop doing that," I growl and grab her face to force her to look back at me, "Co
"B-b-but," she lets out, her pale face blushed now, "But that would make this very unprofessional.""You really think I care about being professional? I almost kill your boyfriend and I grounded you, Daisy, I'm not a professional boss," I say, laughing at myself, "Or are you disgusted at the thought of touching me?""What?!" she almost yells. I have to bite on the inside of my cheek to stop my smile as she gives me a very incredulous look. She's so fucking gorgeous and I want her so fucking bad, "Of course I'm not disgusted! Why would I be? You're not that evil, everyone just says that because they don't really know you. Don't believe their words, Fidel, you're not disgusting."This time I can't stop myself from laughing out loud, feeling days and days worth of tension leave my shoulders. She's back. "Thanks for letting me know everyone calls me evil and disgusting behind my back, Daisy. But I meant you'd be disgusted because I'm so damn old," I let her know. She looks shocked again
Isabella keeps me company while I eat. She tries and tries to get me to admit I want Fidel. I might like her, but I know she’ll definitely tell everyone everything I say, so I say almost nothing.When she leaves, I decide to take a shower and put on some of the old clothes I have in this room. They’re old jeans and a shirt that are now around two sizes too small and it just reminds me of how imperfect I am.I’ve let myself go in this house. I got too comfortable, I denied myself of everything too, just like Fidel. I denied myself of a man, of more friends, of a job that didn’t involve talking to the same four people every single day.I’m so sick and tired of this life, something has to change. And now that I have the idea of the sperm donor in my head, I really think I could make it happen. Even if I can’t go out, there’s a lot of viable men in this house: Kit, Caleb… even Roger. He might be old, but his swimmers could be alive, right? Other than them, Fidel has a lot more guys that
{ Daisy }I can’t believe this is really happening, but he put the idea in my head and now I really, really want it.He gave me a solution to my issue. I would be an idiot if I don’t try to go for it. But Fidel drops his mouth open in shock as he looks at me, as if he can’t believe I’m being like this. And yeah, even I can’t believe I’m speaking to my boss this way, but really, this isn’t a normal work environment anymore. Not since he forced me back here.I have so much money saved that I could afford to retire, but I don’t think he would even let me. And I really don’t think he would hurt me or kill me, so if I have nothing to lose, I can be a little bitch if I want.“I’m so fucking mad at you,” he lets me know, pointing at my face before walking away and out of the kitchen, “I don’t want to eat dinner here anymore. I’ll go out again.”“Fine!” I let out, “Have fun!”“I will,” he responds, “And you’ll stay here tonight. You’re grounded until you apologize for saying that shit. Kit,
Before I leave my car, I down the last bit of the cognac bottle and get out. Instead of heading to the front door, though, I walk to the backyard and get in through the kitchen door. My Daisy is already here, cooking something delicious. She was humming a song and moving her plump hips from side to side before looking at me and giving me yet another annoyed eye roll.“Forgive me,” I demand, taking a few steps closer to her, “Forgive me now.”“Of course, I forgive you,” she says with a bored voice. I growl and walk closer to grab her. Daisy gasps, finally looking at me with something other than distaste in her eyes. She’s shocked by my attack, “What is this about?”“I want you to be normal Daisy again,” I demand, realizing I’m drunker than I thought because then I hug her waist, allowing myself to touch her more than ever before. My hands dare to roam down her ass too, “Please, Daisy, I don’t like you being like this. I know you’re mad, but I won’t let you go no matter what, so I’m b
{ Fidel }"Dad," Liam growls, entering the bathroom without knocking while I'm taking a shower to wash the blood off my body, "Who the hell was that?!”Amazing. I’ve been found. "What do you mean?" I ask, "And why are you here, Liam? We're not that close, show me some damn respect.""Shut up, old man," he says and opens the sliding door of the shower to give me a disapproving look, "Who the hell was that guy in the cabin and why did you kill him?""Do you think I owe you an explanation, pup?" I scoff and turn off the water, "You're wrong. I do what I want and there’s no one alive who can stop me.Not even you.”"You've been in the cabin every day this week. Nobody knows anything about this, there is nothing bad going on at work right now, so... who was that guy in the cabin and why did you kill him?" He asks, talking very slowly as if I’m an idiot or something. "Because I felt like it, Liam. Is that what you want to hear?" I admit, pushing him aside to get out of the shower and cove