SEBASTIAN SALVATORE DE LUCAThe room was dimly lit as i twirled a cup of bourbon in my hand, the liquid in the glas scup glistening under the light it relefcts as my eyes followed its every move, and yet, instead of focusing on the alcohol or its buzz in my system, all i could think of was her.Of my so called mate, or the mate i rejected anyways.Of Leila Miller. Matt's now ex girlfriend and my ex mate as well.I found myslef flicking my eyes eyes shut as memories of her flooded in my head, like a broken casette it played in my mind, replaying the scene that transpired between us starting from that night at the club, that night i had her in my arms and nearly lost control, and would have comitted something i would be terribly regretting now.I am not one to lose control, i never have. And yet, that night, i did, almost entirely.I have always prided myself as a man of honor and patience, never swayed by women, at least not enough to mess with my senses. Indulge in pleasure, sure, but
SEBASTIAN SALVATORE DE LUCA.She went to the rest room, and i waited outside for her to finish before stepping out. While i stood there, there were a couple of people that stumbled over, both men and women, attempting to go in the direction however, the moment they see me, they all came to their senses and a glare was enough to have them scrambling away, no longer going in the direction.Despite it not being my pack, i doubt there is any one that does not know me. I have businesses here, and i tend to come every once in a while so all the people know who i am, and knew not to mess with me. If you ask me why i chased them from going in while she is there, i cannot say as well. I just felt the need to do it, and so i did.She came out soon enough, and one glance at her, i knew she was hammered. It made sense because drank quite a lot, and by the looks of it, she does not have a high tolerance level for alcohol. Standing in front of her, i even intentionally made her bump into me, and sh
MATT WILDE.Leila was banished my Uncle, and my Alpha eager to please him as always, allowed that to happen. I thought i was onboard with it as well, after all, this is what i have always wanted, i was looking for a way to chase her away so i can be with Faye. Her only use all this while was to give blood to Faye, but since she was not willing to do anymore, there was no point keeping her any more. She is a good lay too i admit, but she does not compare to my Faye in any other place. I would find another source of blood for Faye, i did not care about Leila in the slightest. At least, that was what i thought until she actually left, and a feeling of emptiness began to take root within me almost immediately, her abscence ringing in every spot in the house that i have lived with her for two years in. I have never realized it, but Leila made the house a home, there was a bit of her in every corner of the house, effortlessly she had left imprint of herself in ways i did not even realize s
MATT WILDE."Frankly speaking, i do not understand why you will be affected by her leaving truly," Faye continued, in a dismissive tone that had a bitter edge to it. "I am probably over thinking this, right?" She then threw the question at me, with a brow arched and a look that told me i better agree to her latter statement. But, i was not sure what she was talking about exactly any more. I had zoned out for a moment thinking she saw through me, and that i was just thinking of Leila and her abscence prior to her arrival.So, i did the only thing that could get me out of this situation. "Hmm, you said what?" I blinked, trying to get her to repeat her words so i would know how to reply.her eyes narrowed slightly, obviously not liking how i had zoned out on her speaking, but she did not prod. Instead, she then repeated what i assumed were her earlier words. "I am overthinking this, right?" She repeated, "You were not thinking about that woman, nor missing her presence around here, righ
MATT WILDE."What do you mean?" I found myself asking in response to her statement, finding it hard to understand some of the words which Faye utters. She can be mysterious sometimes.Her smile did not waver, "Nothing," She shook her head instead. "I am just saying, i have a feeling your Uncle will meet the perfect woman for him sooner or later."I hummed, then shrugged. "I do not really care about that. In fact, let us stop talking about all that for now. And instead," My hands dropped down to her waist again, pulling her closer to me and eliminating the space between us. My lips brushed hers, and i found myself whispering against her lips. "How are you feeling now?" I asked, referring to her sickness.She pulled back from me, offering me a warm smile. "I am much better now," She said, then gestured to herseself. "Are you sure?" My brows drew in worry, my lips curling down into a deeper frown. "I will figure out a way to get you blood from someone else if i have to. Anything to get
LEILA MILLER.It has been two long years since I left my pack but I still remember my way around it, not so surprisingly. After all, it is my home and where I grew up and lived my entire twenty years of life, until I left it two years ago for Matt, way too certain then that I was chasing my happily ever after and that I would have no regrets. Now, two years have passed, and as I ran through the forest, not once stopping since I packed up my stuff and left Matt's pack, all I felt was bitterness that threatened to swallow me as a whole as I made my way further into the forest--with no fear of the danger that lurks, or what could possibly await me on the way. Perhaps, I would have been scared if I was someone else, but I really am not--The Leila Matt knew and every one else in the pack knew is not the one his Uncle and the members of their pack knew is not the same person I am, not who I really am and I seemed to have forgotten who I am too deep down. The journey from Matt's pack to my
LEILA MILLER.Dylan Miller, ever so charismatic and calm, is the epitome of the eperfect example of a ladies' man--not because he whores around, but because he has the look and the attitude enough to pull him a number of ladies as he so desires. But, he is ever the stoic and intimidating official as well, and quite frankly, the most over protective and overbearing person I know.Also who happens to be none other than my dearest, and beloved elder brother. Hope you note the sarcasm, though only to a certain extent. He really can be the sweetest person there is out there. And in that moment, the moment i changed into the change of outfit provided for me, i stepped out from behind the the tree, looking at the oversized sweat pants and the hoodie that he handed to me, which is heavy with his scent. He, along with all the otehr guards had their backs turned to me, but even with so i allowed the sounds of my footsteps approaching them and my voice that followed signify me being done. "You
LEILA MILLER.The walk back to the pack house where my family resides feels so utterly nostalgic, because as Dylan and I strolled there, I could not help but take in how much my pack has changed in the past two years. Considering it was night time, most of the people had retired back to their various homes, but there were still some left littering around, still keeping the place very much lively. Dylan and I took the path where we did not ahve to run into any one, or have any one see us, and I was grateful for that because I am not quite ready to see or speak to any one yet, at least not without seeing my parents and reuniting with them. "So much has changed," I found myself whispering, as I took in the buildings and every thing else--there is still some familiarities from how it was back then, but the changes were evident as well.To think this is the place I grew up and spent the past eighteen years of my life, and now back as a twenty year old, it felt too different, like a place
LEILA MILLER.He chuckled, "Good morning to you too, sunshine." When i flashed him a smile in return, he then said, elaborating on the existing protocol. "Now that are here, Ma and Pa have a few questions for you." He said, directing his gaze towards the two that stood there like deer caught in head lights."Questions for me?" I settled my gaze on them, my lips curled into a slight frown. "What is wrong?"Ma released a nervous chuckle. "Nothing, honey. We were just wondering whether you did not like the maids and stylists we sent to you earlier, seeing as you have dismissed them all."Pa took it from where she stopped. "If they are not to your liking, just let us know and we would get some much better for you."Dylan hummed, then said in a light, and accusing tone. "In simple words, they are afraid of upsetting their little Princess," He then slanted his gaze in my direction, his smile teasing. "Every one knows what happens when little Leila does not get things done her way." There wa
LEILA MILLER.After a moment of letting it all dawn on me that i have truly returned home, i decided to leave the bed at long last and go about my day starting off with a much needed shower. I have no idea how long i spent in there, but i felt as though i needed a moment to scrub off all the dirt i had accumulated from travelling at such a distance, and as if to wash away any remnants and bad blood that lingered on me from the past.I was washing away every thing, and leaving it all in the past where it belongs. I was letting go and leaving it behind.After the shower that lasted for what felt like hours, i stepped out feeling refreshed as ever and light for the longest time. Vanessa was waiting for me outside where I had left her, and she helped me in picking out the outfit for the day, She rummaged through the racks of clothing, bringing out the pieces i had liked until i finally decided on what to wear. A simple sunflower maxi dress that brightened my mood simply by looking at it.
LEILA MILLER.A soft groan escaped my lips as i stirred awake, slowly becoming awar eof my surroundings. My eyes fluttered open slowly, welcomed by the stream of light filtering in trhough the slightly parted windows. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as i flicked my eyes close again, relishing the moment of waking up in the comfort of my bed, after what felt like the best sleeps i have had in a long time.A short while later, i decided to wake up as sleep had completely evaded me, after sleeping for too long i am sure. So, i pulled myself up to a sitting position, stretching my arms over my head to get rid of the sore muscles. And then i settled my gaze straight ahead, an instant gasp escaping my lips as i jumped slightly back in surprise, upon seeing the line of maids standing in front of my bed, as if waiting for me to wake up."Good morning, Miss Leila." They all bowed down together as the same time in respect, before straightening their spines. Their words came out collectively, a
LEILA MILLER.Dylan stepped in first, and I remained behind him, following closely in soft foot steps that still somehow echoed the hallways. Passing by the corridor that leads further into the pack house mansion, we heard soft voices that became clearer, and more prominent the closer we get, the familiar voices making my heart squeeze. Upon reaching the living room where the voices were most prominent, Dylan stepped in first, his voice following as he then called out. "Ma, Papa..." He started, gaining thier attention. I could not see them, as i was hiding behind him, but i was aware when the soft conversations came to a halt, and I could swear my heart ceased to beat, figurately though else i would be dead, obviously. Papa's voice came first, the same gruff yet soft voice i knew right from birth. "Dylan," He acknowledged, "Who..." He trailed off, and i knew he was talking about me since i was standing behind Dylan. They could not see my face, but they knew someone is standing behi
LEILA MILLER.The walk back to the pack house where my family resides feels so utterly nostalgic, because as Dylan and I strolled there, I could not help but take in how much my pack has changed in the past two years. Considering it was night time, most of the people had retired back to their various homes, but there were still some left littering around, still keeping the place very much lively. Dylan and I took the path where we did not ahve to run into any one, or have any one see us, and I was grateful for that because I am not quite ready to see or speak to any one yet, at least not without seeing my parents and reuniting with them. "So much has changed," I found myself whispering, as I took in the buildings and every thing else--there is still some familiarities from how it was back then, but the changes were evident as well.To think this is the place I grew up and spent the past eighteen years of my life, and now back as a twenty year old, it felt too different, like a place
LEILA MILLER.Dylan Miller, ever so charismatic and calm, is the epitome of the eperfect example of a ladies' man--not because he whores around, but because he has the look and the attitude enough to pull him a number of ladies as he so desires. But, he is ever the stoic and intimidating official as well, and quite frankly, the most over protective and overbearing person I know.Also who happens to be none other than my dearest, and beloved elder brother. Hope you note the sarcasm, though only to a certain extent. He really can be the sweetest person there is out there. And in that moment, the moment i changed into the change of outfit provided for me, i stepped out from behind the the tree, looking at the oversized sweat pants and the hoodie that he handed to me, which is heavy with his scent. He, along with all the otehr guards had their backs turned to me, but even with so i allowed the sounds of my footsteps approaching them and my voice that followed signify me being done. "You
LEILA MILLER.It has been two long years since I left my pack but I still remember my way around it, not so surprisingly. After all, it is my home and where I grew up and lived my entire twenty years of life, until I left it two years ago for Matt, way too certain then that I was chasing my happily ever after and that I would have no regrets. Now, two years have passed, and as I ran through the forest, not once stopping since I packed up my stuff and left Matt's pack, all I felt was bitterness that threatened to swallow me as a whole as I made my way further into the forest--with no fear of the danger that lurks, or what could possibly await me on the way. Perhaps, I would have been scared if I was someone else, but I really am not--The Leila Matt knew and every one else in the pack knew is not the one his Uncle and the members of their pack knew is not the same person I am, not who I really am and I seemed to have forgotten who I am too deep down. The journey from Matt's pack to my
MATT WILDE."What do you mean?" I found myself asking in response to her statement, finding it hard to understand some of the words which Faye utters. She can be mysterious sometimes.Her smile did not waver, "Nothing," She shook her head instead. "I am just saying, i have a feeling your Uncle will meet the perfect woman for him sooner or later."I hummed, then shrugged. "I do not really care about that. In fact, let us stop talking about all that for now. And instead," My hands dropped down to her waist again, pulling her closer to me and eliminating the space between us. My lips brushed hers, and i found myself whispering against her lips. "How are you feeling now?" I asked, referring to her sickness.She pulled back from me, offering me a warm smile. "I am much better now," She said, then gestured to herseself. "Are you sure?" My brows drew in worry, my lips curling down into a deeper frown. "I will figure out a way to get you blood from someone else if i have to. Anything to get
MATT WILDE."Frankly speaking, i do not understand why you will be affected by her leaving truly," Faye continued, in a dismissive tone that had a bitter edge to it. "I am probably over thinking this, right?" She then threw the question at me, with a brow arched and a look that told me i better agree to her latter statement. But, i was not sure what she was talking about exactly any more. I had zoned out for a moment thinking she saw through me, and that i was just thinking of Leila and her abscence prior to her arrival.So, i did the only thing that could get me out of this situation. "Hmm, you said what?" I blinked, trying to get her to repeat her words so i would know how to reply.her eyes narrowed slightly, obviously not liking how i had zoned out on her speaking, but she did not prod. Instead, she then repeated what i assumed were her earlier words. "I am overthinking this, right?" She repeated, "You were not thinking about that woman, nor missing her presence around here, righ