PRECIOUS I was sitting in between Richmond and Nate in the sitting room, while the rest sat opposite us. The tension in the room was high and I linked my arms with the two of them. I laid my head on the chair and shut my eyes, trying to shut the pain away. I was still in pain over the loss of Rare but there was nothing I or anybody could do about it. Everyone had told me not to think about her again but you know people, they will never understand another person's pain unless they are in the same shoes. Even godmother Ruth had come to stay with us in the past three days, and I appreciated her comfort because since the loss of Rare, I had been craving for my late mom and she somehow filled that vacuum. “I hope you aren't thinking about...” Richmond stopped in mid sentence, knowing I'd understand what he wanted to say. And I did. I sighed. It was hard to let go. Just so difficult to forget the moments I had with her, her kicks and the joy she brought into my life. I shook my he
PRECIOUS No one said a word for a few seconds, and I'm sure the only sounds were the wild beating of our heart, because Alpha Rodriguez slowly rose to his feet, his eyes meeting his son's before he nodded to the guard. He followed the guard out and before he shut the door behind him. I glanced at Richmond who had his eyes on his Damon and nudged him. His eyes landed on mine and I searched them for answers to the questions I so desperately wanted to find. “Do you think?—” I left my words hanging, and from the knowing look he gave me I believed he understood. He shook his eyes, his eyes darkening for a fleeting second before they became clear once again. He reached over and grabbed my hands, his left thumb caressing on my back palm. Sparks flew over my body and I shivered, my heart beating as I wanted more. I could smell my arousal building up and I frantically looked up to find everyone's gaze on me. Oh fuck! When did I become so addicted to sex that every little thing...ev
PRECIOUS I halted on my steps, fixed him a look before looking back on the package in his hands. Leaning on the railing, I watched him walk back to his seat with a smug look on his face. I was really curious to find out what was in the package, and thoughts of returning to my room flew right out the window. “What's in there, Dad?“ Nate hesitated, his left thumb scratching on his new stubble. Alpha Rodriguez shrugged. “That's what we are here to find out, right?“ he lifted the package higher, looking under it as if he wanted to see what it was from there. “Let him open the damn package,” Michelle grumbled impatiently. I shook my head, refusing to reply. “I'm curious,” Duke murmured but his father made no attempt to answer him. Instead, he brought it down and took a deep breath before moving his hand to the lid of the gift wrapper. I had a gut feeling about this. With all that has been happening in a short while, I was thinking we all would be cautious of people around us yet
PRECIOUS I looked down hard at the words once again, my brain trying to process what I just read. How was my gift? I still couldn't comprehend what was happening. First the attack and now this. Who are they? What could they likely want from us? “What's in there? You are not saying anything.” Ruby called, and I looked up from the sheet of paper in my hands to her. Her face was clouded with worry and she ran towards me, followed by Richmond. Without a word, I handed the paper to her. I heard her scream, the paper falling down her hands. Richmond held my gaze and I nodded and pointed at the floor, my hands shaking without control. “Damn it!” Ruby shrieked, turning towards Alpha Rodriguez before running into his arms. As Richmond read it after picking it up, his expression drastically turned vicious. His hands clenched tightly. “I want to know who did this. The guts they had to write this after sending this?“ “What did they write there?” Nate immediately walked towards us, e
PRECIOUS I opened the door to find Ruby with a worried look on her face. Her hands were wrapped around her body, with her right leg crossed over the other. I smiled, thinking about a particular person who used to have this posture. “Hi, I need to talk to you.” I frowned, not liking that she didn't ask. Thoughts about how she had acted earlier crossed my mind but I quickly shoved it to the side, reminding myself that I was Luna so I needed to be calm and collected. “Luna, yes, but don't let her trample on us.” Michelle snorted. “As if she could,” I told her, before giving Ruby a smile that didn't reach my eyes. I made way for her to come in and I shut the door after she did. She went and sat on my bed and I sat down beside her, letting my back lean on the wall with my legs resting back on the bed. She shifted so that her eyes were scanning my face and after a moment passed by and I did not hear her say anything, I gave a light cough and watched her give me a wry smile. “I w
DAMON I let the cold water cool my head as I showered in my room. My mind went back to the attack and the strange gift Father released. My lips thinned as my thoughts diverged, trying to figure out who could be responsible for this. Father and I —my brothers included— had not made any trouble with any of the neighboring packs for a long time now and I doubt it'd be any of them. But who could be responsible for these acts? That was the question I had kept asking but had gotten no answer. I opened my eyes and grabbed my soap which smelled of sandalwood and rubbed it on my head before bringing my hand down my body. When I was done scrubbing my body, I rinsed in the cool bath before wrapping my body in a towel. I walked out of the bathroom and headed straight for my walk-in, where I grabbed my striped shape of blue, white and red. After wearing it, I searched for something decent to wear for my down part and my eyes caught on a black trouser I had bought over during our holiday, w
PRECIOUS I felt better after leaving Damon's room. At least my wolf and I could now rest, after so many worries thinking whether we still held our place in his heart. “You are an idiot. I never doubted his love so please don't push it to me.” Michelle muttered with slight annoyance in her tone. I couldn't help but laugh and wish for the upteempth time that I could actually see her and give her a tight hug. “Hmmm,” She laughed, making me laugh harder as I walked back to my room. I was going to rest before dinner time so that I'd prepare a special meal for my family. It had been long since I entered the kitchen, after I miscarried Rare, I had been too weak and less concerned to actually do anything. At the thought of her I signed. To think that someone who I had not wanted initially is now like the center of my wolf. I had made so many plans, bought clothes and baby things just for her to leave like that. I sniffed back my tears because I was suddenly emotional, heart racing wi
PRECIOUS I instantly became alarmed and I clutched tightly on Duke's arm, lifting my head up to meet his gaze. A hand landed on my left shoulder and I shuddered, turning around to find Richmond's mouth near my ear. “Stay calm, no need to get frightened. It might be an issue with the power supply.” His words did nothing to soothe my racing heart. While what he said sounded through, it was not enough to ease the unsettling feeling at the pit of my body. “Ezekiel, come here this minute.” Duke called out, his voice raised as the muscles in his body flexed under the shirt he was wearing. In two minutes the supposed guard came running towards us. He was panting as he stared at us with wide eyes. He bowed his head. “Greetings, Alpha Duke and Alpha Richmond. Greetings Luna.” I nodded my head in acknowledgement and glanced at Duke. He looked directly at him as though he was going to kill him with his eyes. “What happened to the electricity? Why is there no light?” He rasped, his tone
"Spill," he said, sitting up on the ground as he tried to regain his strength by filling up oxygen into his already depleted body."You will promise to return every penny you and your family owe Beatrice."Lionel stared at him in a flabbergasted manner for a while. He would never have thought that he would ask him something like this. He knew refusing was going to cost him a lot, and he was no fool to bet properties to that of his sister's life or probably his too.But there’s no way he was going to fulfill that part of his promise. Even Francis was aware of this fact as well, which was why he had a backup plan."Deal," he said, getting up from the ground and extending a hand for a handshake. But Francis looked at it as though it was infected by leprosy.Biting back his words, Lionel lowered his hand to his side."Take me to where you hid my girl." Lionel heard the possessiveness in his tone and he couldn't help but wonder what sort of relationship he had with his stepsister. The thou
Lionel's body stiffened at the coldness in the voice of the stranger with his sister's phone. His hold on the phone suddenly became strong, as though he was going to smash it into little chalk flakes.He swore under his breath to deal with whoever was toying with his family. That person was causing his mom and sister to be afraid of him, and he did not like that. He was the son of a very prominent man, and he wouldn't let someone bully him just like that."Where do I find you?" He grounded out the words in anger. Anger consumed him, but he knew he needed to stay calm if he wanted to see his precious little sister again.Francis, on the other side, chuckled slightly but remained quiet for a moment. He was considering playing a little game with the family, but at the same time, he was weighing whether or not they were worth his time.He had wasted his precious little time trying to save the princess in distress, but he had not found her yet."You are wasting my time!" Lionel fired angri
Francis dragged the unconscious body of Violet out of his room and led her towards his car. He unlocked his car and laid her on the back seat before cleaning his bloodied hands on the space on her dress that was without blood.He sat behind the wheel before driving towards her residence.Flashback,After her blunt refusal to tell him where she kept Beatrice, he sliced the knife on her neck, and her blood spilled out of her, staining both herself and him before dripping on the floor.A loud yelp left her mouth when the pain shot through her spine. Her eyes trained on the floor, they widened in disbelief as she stared at her own blood flowing into a puddle on the floor.She raised her elbow and hit him, and the knife in his hand fell down, but he didn't let her take it as his hold on her body tightened. Francis pushed a finger into the hole he created on her body, and she cried out in pain.Using his left hand, he grabbed her two hands and wrung them together as his teeth clanged togeth
Silent but hot tears flowed down her face as the echo resounded in her ears. She was not ready to meet her mother any time soon, and she couldn't think of ways to get out of the dungeon she was in.Her head started hurting, and she knew it was due to the numerous times she had hit her head on the floor. Placing her hands on her head, Beatrice massaged it.There was no hope left in her. The only hope she had was taken away from her when the message she sent to Mr. Francis was deleted.Tears of sorrow poured down her face continuously, her heartbeat increasing by the minute, fear clutching her heart, and her mind flying in so many places."What do I do now? How do I get out of here?" she asked no one in particular. The only thing that met her was silence and the eeriness she felt in the godforsaken place.No one had come to see her since she was left here. She had planned on begging them again when they came to check on her, and it's been hours already since she heard that sound.The on
“Who are you and what the hell do you want from me?” she said through gritted teeth, her tone cold, which made her appear dangerous for her age. Francis tipped his head backward, his eyes appraising her from head to toe. He found her demeanor amusing, and a chuckle escaped his mouth. His continued silence in response to her questions infuriated her, and she clenched her fists as her chest heaved up and down. “Why are you laughing? Do I look funny to you?” Violet snapped. She walked up to him, standing just a few feet away, her eyes boring into his, and she stomped her foot impatiently. “I demand answers!” Francis's chuckle intensified. “You really are a funny, dumb girl. I can see that.” His expression changed abruptly from a smile to a hardened glare, his jaw grinding. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair, causing her face to contort in pain, a hurt whimper escaping her lips. Violet winced as he continued to yank her hair as if pulling out a weed from the soil. “What the
It was then that she heard hushed voices that she instantly recognized as belonging to her stepmother and two sisters. Sweat poured down her body, sticking her to the light material she was wearing when something caught her ears. “So you are saying that you killed that witch mom?” A hushed, happy voice of a girl rang out, and Beatrice, who recognized it as Chloe's, shuddered again. Her heart was beating wildly, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from screaming, thereby alerting them that someone was around. Tears poured out of her eyes, but she blinked them away and walked closer to the door, her body shaking uncontrollably. Beatrice took out her mobile phone from her bag, immediately put it on record, and held it closer to the door. “Yes, I killed the bitch, and I'm happy that I took the initiative to do that,” Beatrice's stepmother said in a proud tone, making Beatrice feel like slapping her from where she stood. “I would have loved it more if you had killed
Beatrice parked her car in front of the mansion she had always seen as a home before her stepmother and her three children changed things for her. She took a deep breath and moved a finger to her forehead before massaging it with a frown on her face. This was the first time she was returning home after being kicked out, and it was all due to Duke, the guy she met some time ago at the Wild Night club when she had gone there to distract herself from her problems, and she was glad she did. Taking her cellphone out of the miniature bag she carried, she dialed the number of the man who was helping her regain her parents' properties. "Good morning, sir. I'm at the residence right now. I just wanted to let you know I will be inside the building in a few minutes." Her voice sounded crisp, yet she tried hard to collect herself. "Alright, but please record every conversation for me. It will be required in court," Mr. Francis, the man Duke introduced to her to help her get back all her rights
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PRECIOUS Duke covered my eyes with his hands, gently leading me to god knows where. Inhaling and exhaling divine air, I swallowed back my question, which I had asked for the hundredth times already. He was hell bent on not telling me or giving me as much of a hint of where he was taking me to. I could hear Richmond's chuckles behind us, but I said nothing and let Duke take me where he wanted. After all, I trusted him well enough to know this wasn't a small surprise. “Be careful of my old feet, honey.” I whispered, pulling my lower lip in between my mouth. “Not too old for my hands not to be able to massage them, prishy baby.” A tint of color made its way to my face, and I thanked the goddess that they were behind me, or else I would be teased until tomorrow. I still don't understand how I can still blush around them. It's been fifteen years already, yet I have not outgrown this attraction between us. Sparks still fly whenever we touch, and not a day passes without me thanking t