Squeezing the last bit of the water into the bowl, Nicholas was done cleaning her up. Gently, he caressed her soft face, his fingers making its way to her bronze hair. He tenderly ran his fingers through the thick, luscious strands, slowly losing himself in the silky texture and the sweet scent that wafted from her locks. His touch was reverent, as if he feared damaging the delicate beauty that lay before him. As he gently detangled her hair, his eyes roamed over her peaceful face, drinking in the sight of her relaxed features. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, the soft curve of her lips, and the delicate flutter of her eyelids all combined to create a sense of serene tranquility that enveloped him, calming the turmoil that was ravaging him from within. Then, abruptly, he took his hands off her, steeling himself to avoid going any further. He pulled up the duvet to her chest, and arranged the pillow under her head, making sure she was comfortable before he stepped away. He too
As Sheila stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes fixed on the scene before her, her world began to shatter. The air seemed to thicken, making it hard to breathe, as she took in the sight of Nicholas, her alpha, her secret lover, her childhood friend, lying in bed with...her. Kimberly. The girl he had dethroned her for, the girl he had pushed her away for. The pain was like a physical blow, knocking the wind out of her. Sheila felt as though she'd been punched in the gut, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the intimate scene, her mind reeling with the implications. How could he? How could he do this to her? After everything they'd shared, after all the secrets they'd kept, after all the promises they'd made to each other. Sheila's eyes burned with unshed tears as she took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for the doorframe to steady herself. She felt like she was going to collapse, like her legs were going to give out beneath her
"Ridiculous!" Sheila exclaimed angrily, her eyes flashing in contempt as she scoffed with indignation. "Move, Nicholas!" she demanded, her tone firm and unyielding. But Nicholas only smiled, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. He seemed to revel in her anger, his expression a mixture of amusement and adoration."I've missed your stubborn ass," he replied, his voice low and husky. To her, his words were like fuel to the fire, infuriating her all the more. Sheila's face burned with rage as she took a step closer to Nicholas, her fists clenched at her sides. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she spat, her voice trembling with fury. "You think this is funny?" She scorned, her voice dripping with venom. Her eyes blazed with anger, her gaze piercing Nicholas like a dagger.Nicholas mildly shook his head in disagreement, as if pretending not to understand what she was on about. "I think not. As a matter of fact, nothing about all of this… funny." He countered, gesturing with both han
Kimberly stirred on the bed, her slumber disrupted by the raised voices and angry exchange drifting from downstairs. The cacophony of clattering and thudding sounds that followed was like a sledgehammer, jolting her awake. Her eyes snapped open, and she was met with an unfamiliar ceiling.She sat up with a start, her gaze darting wildly around the room. And then it hit her —she was in Nicholas's room. How in the world...? Her mind reeled as she scrambled to piece together the events of the previous hours. Fragments of memories swirled in her head, but the details remained frustratingly elusive.Kimberly's eyes dropped to look inside the duvet covering her body, and she breathed a sigh of relief to find she was still fully clothed. A wry smile twisted her lips as she chided herself for her momentary lapse of sanity. Why did she even think Nicholas would...? She shook her head, annoyed at her own foolishness. She then stood up from the bed, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. "Nic
The moment Sheila stepped out of Nicholas's mansion, a single name echoed through her mind: Hannah. Because truly, she has lost it all. The weight of that realization settled heavy on Sheila's shoulders, her thoughts consumed by the bitter taste of defeat.She couldn't even get close to Kimberly, not with Nicholas constantly lurking, watching over her with an intensity that bordered on obsession. Sharing the same bed? The very idea was laughable, a cruel joke that only served to fuel Sheila's growing resentment.Kimberly was now firmly under Nicholas's protection, a fact that only seemed to twist the knife deeper into Sheila's already battered heart.Sheila's options were dwindling, her hands tied by the very bond Nicholas shared with Kimberly. She couldn't harm her without harming herself, because Nicholas will see to that happening.If Nicholas could strike her for merely insulting her, Sheila shuddered to think what he would do if she dared to lay a hand on Kimberly. Skinning her a
The warm water enveloped Kimberly like a soothing balm, calming her frazzled nerves as she submerged herself in the bathtub. The scent of lavender and chamomile wafted up, mingling with the soap suds, and she let out a deep sigh. This was her sanctuary, her haven from the chaos that had been swirling around her.As she lay there in the bathtub, her head underwater, Kimberly's mind began to wander. Thoughts of Fiona, of Nicholas, of Levi, and of the mysterious forces that seemed to be driving them all towards some unknown destiny, swirled through her brain like a maelstrom. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.Her mind continued reeling from the aftermath of Levi's brutal massacre, and his shocking revelation that he was her father. The words still echoed in her mind, leaving her feeling utterly bewildered and conflicted. A part of her felt an inexplicable connection to Levi, a sense of familiarity that she couldn't quite explai
As Kimberly entered the dining room, her eyes widened in astonishment at the breathtaking sight before her. The dinner table was transformed into a romantic oasis, aglow with the soft, golden light of candles. Elegant bottles of wine and delicate glasses sparkled, surrounded by a delicate sprinkling of rose petals. Fresh, long-stemmed roses, their velvet petals a deep, crimson hue, adorned the table, exuding a sweet, intoxicating fragrance.Kimberly's gaze roamed the table, her mind racing with wonder. Where did the roses come from? And then, like a whispered secret, she remembered the garden. Had Nicholas really taken the time to pluck flowers just for their dinner? The thought sent a flutter through her chest, and she felt a smile spread across her face, touched by the thoughtful gesture.The romantic setup took Kimberly's breath away, and she couldn't help but wonder why she was just learning Nicholas's romantic side. The candles, wine, and roses created an intimate ambiance that s
As Nicholas climbed the stairs with Kimberly in his arms, he couldn't help but tease her about her precarious state. "You know, if I weren't carrying you, you'd probably trip and fall on these stairs," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "You're so full, you can barely walk straight."Kimberly giggled heartily, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Hey, that's not fair!" she protested, playfully hitting Nicholas's broad, hard chest. "I can walk straight." She argued.Nicholas chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, really? Then why are you swaying like a drunk person?" he asked, his voice full of teasing laughter.Kimberly's giggles turned into a full-blown laugh, and Nicholas's heart swelled with happiness. He loved hearing her laugh, loved seeing the joy radiate from her face.As they reached the top of the stairs, "I'm glad you enjoyed dinner," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.Kimberly's laughter slowed, and she looked up at Nicholas, her eyes shini
Later that day.The evening sun cast a golden glow over the compound, but the atmosphere was somber. Nicholas's remaining three werewolves, Alex, Lucas, and Ethan, had just found and brought back the lifeless bodies of Dom, Vinny, and Ryder. The news was announced, and soon, everyone gathered around the corpses, their faces etched with grief.The six bodies from the previous battle were already laid out, and together, they formed a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made. Nicholas, Kimberly, Meredith, and the three werewolves stood around the bodies, their hearts heavy with loss.The silence was palpable, punctuated only by the occasional sniffle or muffled sob. Nicholas, his eyes red-rimmed, stepped forward, his voice cracking with emotion."Today, we gather to bid farewell to our brothers, our friends, and our family," he began, his words trembling. "Dom, Vinny, Ryder, and the six who fell before them, their memories will live on in our hearts, and their sacrifices will never be fo
Nicholas marveled at the sight of Kimberly panting breathlessly as she reeled from the mind-blowing orgasm she had just had. “Are you okay?” He asked, a bit concerned although he knew she was, but also a bit amused. Kimberly flushed deeply. “Yes,” she gasped, digging her hands in her hair, her legs now relaxed on the bed. It then struck her that she was naked, and she shyly snatched his shirt that was at an arm’s length and quickly wore it over her head.Nicholas chuckled heartily. “What!?” She queried, embarrassed. “Nothing,” he laughed, “you amuse me.” Kimberly furrowed her brows in annoyance. “In a good way.” Nicholas added in his defense. “I like watching you, you make me happy.” He said and Kimberly couldn't help but smile warmly. If only he knew how happier she made him —she thought.The scent of squirt and the heat from the exotic foreplay still lingered in the atmosphere, but Nicholas knew it was time to clean up. He gently led Kimberly out of the bed and into the spacious
The air was electric with tension as Nicholas's lips left Kimberly's, tracing a scorching path down her neck. His hand roamed around her waist, pressing her body softly against his. Kimberly's soft moans escaped her lips as she dug her hands into his thick black hair, her eyes shut, her mind lost in passion.As Nicholas's lips continued their sensual exploration, Kimberly's body began to tremble with desire. Involuntarily, she found her way to his top and attempted to take it off, her fingers fumbling with the buttons.Nicholas stopped, his eyes locking onto hers, filled with a mixture of passion and concern. "Kimberly, are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and husky.Kimberly's face flushed with a deep blush as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."Nicholas's eyes searched hers, as if seeking confirmation. "Have you...?" he trailed off, his voice filled with gentle curiosity.Kimberly's blush deepened as she shook her head, her voice barely audible. "No."Nicholas's e
Back at Kimberly's cozy bedroom.She woke up to the warm rays of the morning sun peeking through the window, casting a golden glow over her room. She stretched her arms, feeling the softness of her bed, and smiled, expecting to find Nicholas by her side. But to her dismay, she was alone.She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and looked around her room. The silence was palpable, and she felt a pang of disappointment. Where was Nicholas? She thought they had shared a special moment last night, and she had assumed he would be there to wake up with her.Just as she was starting to worry, the door creaked open, and Nicholas walked in, carrying a tray with a steaming cup of coffee, a plate of toast, and a vase with a single red rose. Kimberly's heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of him, his hair mussed, and his eyes sparkling with warmth."Good morning, beautiful," he said, his voice low and husky, as he set the tray down on her bedside table.Kimberly blushed, feeling a f
Exactly 30 minutes later, Hannah arrived at the location Sheila had chosen, her heart racing with fear. As she stepped into the abandoned warehouse, Sheila's grave voice echoed through the dimly lit space."Ah, I see you made it just in time," Sheila teased, her eyes glinting with disdain. "Don't move," she warned, her claws extended and pressed against Brandon's throat.Hannah froze, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. Brandon's eyes were wide with terror, his face pale as he stood motionless, Sheila's claws hovering ominously close to his jugular vein."If you do, I'll tear his throat out, I promise you," Sheila hissed, her voice dripping with venom. Hannah's gaze locked onto Sheila's, her mind racing with desperation. She knew she had to act fast, or risk losing everyone she cared about.Hannah's eyes blazed with anger and tears as she gazed upon the lifeless body of the first person Sheila had killed on the phone. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her fists clenched in imp
Still at the Church. Sheila's eyes locked onto the priest's back as he made his way to the confession box, her mind racing with the implications of his persistence. She knew she couldn't let him discover Timmy hidden in the confession box. With a calculated calmness, Sheila's gaze drifted to the nearby candelabra, its heavy base glinting in the dim light.Without hesitation, Sheila grasped the candelabra in a twinkle of an eye, its weight solid in her hands. The priest, oblivious to the danger lurking behind him, continued to walk calmly towards the box. Sheila's eyes flashed with a cold determination as she raised the candelabra, its base crashing down onto the priest's skull with a sickening thud.The priest's eyes widened in shock, his body crumpling to the floor as Sheila stood over him, the candelabra still clutched in her hands. For a moment, she stared down at the priest's lifeless body, her chest heaving with exertion.With a swift motion, Sheila hid the candelabra behind a n
Anavrin Market, 12:15 pm.Sheila's eyes scanned the bustling market streets, her gaze locking onto a familiar figure. Timmy, the young boy she had been searching for, was crossing the street, oblivious to the danger lurking nearby. Her memories flashed back to her first encounter with Hannah, who had cleverly disguised herself as a market woman trying to help her find Timmy; an incident that led to one she would never forget.On sighting Timmy at the edge of the main road, all alone and likely to have an accident again Sheila realized how careless and neglectful the boy's parents must be or if he even had. It looked like he was running an errand or simply playing by the road side, and she bet that that was how he was knocked down by a car the other time and he still hasn't learned. Well, how careless of him, how convenient for her. Sitting in the back of the ice cream van, her eyes fixed keenly on her prey, Sheila banged on the body of the van, signaling the driver to move in. The ve
As Nicholas climbed the stairs with Kimberly in his arms, he couldn't help but tease her about her precarious state. "You know, if I weren't carrying you, you'd probably trip and fall on these stairs," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "You're so full, you can barely walk straight."Kimberly giggled heartily, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Hey, that's not fair!" she protested, playfully hitting Nicholas's broad, hard chest. "I can walk straight." She argued.Nicholas chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, really? Then why are you swaying like a drunk person?" he asked, his voice full of teasing laughter.Kimberly's giggles turned into a full-blown laugh, and Nicholas's heart swelled with happiness. He loved hearing her laugh, loved seeing the joy radiate from her face.As they reached the top of the stairs, "I'm glad you enjoyed dinner," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.Kimberly's laughter slowed, and she looked up at Nicholas, her eyes shini
As Kimberly entered the dining room, her eyes widened in astonishment at the breathtaking sight before her. The dinner table was transformed into a romantic oasis, aglow with the soft, golden light of candles. Elegant bottles of wine and delicate glasses sparkled, surrounded by a delicate sprinkling of rose petals. Fresh, long-stemmed roses, their velvet petals a deep, crimson hue, adorned the table, exuding a sweet, intoxicating fragrance.Kimberly's gaze roamed the table, her mind racing with wonder. Where did the roses come from? And then, like a whispered secret, she remembered the garden. Had Nicholas really taken the time to pluck flowers just for their dinner? The thought sent a flutter through her chest, and she felt a smile spread across her face, touched by the thoughtful gesture.The romantic setup took Kimberly's breath away, and she couldn't help but wonder why she was just learning Nicholas's romantic side. The candles, wine, and roses created an intimate ambiance that s