PRECIOUS “Do you want this or should I let you rest?” His words came as a surprise to me. Never had I imagined nor had I ever seen a man as gentle as he was. No matter what he just told me, I knew that was not what he wanted to do. I could feel his arousal on me, I knew he was battling with his wolf right now to take control. I knew it was hard for him to control this and I also knew that he meant his words. He wasn't only saying it just to please me or make me happy. At least I saw his honesty in his eyes and also the way his desire for me was dancing in his orbs. What sort of man is he? Words stuck in my throat and I didn't know what to say. I just stared at him, knowing it was only a matter of time before he decided to wear his clothes, concluding that my silence was my way of telling him that I was tired. “I can never get tired of having you all fuck me hard.“ The words rolled off my tongue before I could let that happen, and I could swear I saw him let out a sigh of relief
*Secret Pov* I summoned everyone using our mind link, even though I disliked using that, I knew it was necessary right now if I wanted us all together at the same time. I barked an order at them and I immediately cut off the mind link. I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. I knew what this was, I couldn't play this fucking game with them any longer. I was tired of hearing her tell me otherwise. This was my fight and I wouldn't need anyone's opinion any more. That was why I called everyone in tonight. We'd have to discuss things so that I can know who has the same mind as me, and whoever that isn't with me would be distanced from me immediately. Soon, the door flew open and they all matched in, all the while their eyes fixed on me. I nodded my head and stretched my mind towards the bed but only one of them remained standing. I didn't pay her attention but rather busied myself with looking at them, one after the other. “I want to end this.” I blurted out. They all wat
PRECIOUS My heart lurched in my throat at Richmond's utterance. Attack! That one word had been the cause of my past nightmare. That one word had snatched my family and pack members away from me. For a moment, I couldn't breathe; my nostrils seemed to seal shut. I glanced at my mates, and their expressions mirrored mine. Nate's mouth hung agape, his hands frozen on his hips, while Damon stood rigid, his eyes fixed on something ahead. The others wore fear like a mask, their faces contorted in dread. My chest heaved as a whirlwind of emotions - fear, anger, disbelief - struck me like a storm. Is this the end? Will I once again lose the ones I love? “We were expecting this with all that has been going on,” Richmond finally spoke up, his voice calm like before a storm. “Yeah, but when nothing happened, I thought it was just a bunch of childish antics,” Tiger stated gruffly, his voice laced with irritation and a hint of disappointment, as if he was still frustrated that his expectat
PRECIOUS A few hours had passed, and I had been locked in my room all this while. The past few hours had sapped my strength, as I spent them checking up on the wounded wolves and consoling the families of the deceased. It had not been easy, but we managed. Comforting mourning families was far harder than I had thought. Watching the weeping mothers and sisters brought me a fresh wave of pain. It had reopened my old wound, and I found myself weeping for them, just as I had cried for my family and best friend. Remembering them wasn't easy, but the only consolation I had was that their murderers had paid for their deaths. However, those women and sisters mourning their lost ones had no such closure—their murderers were still alive, roaming free, and waiting for the perfect moment to strike again. Alpha Rodriguez and my mates had promised to take care of the wounded until they were fit again and bury the dead. While it wouldn't bring the dead back, it was something. The dead had given th
PRECIOUS All eyes turned to me after my utterance. I could see the question in their eyes, which I was going to answer. “Everything,” Michelle murmured. “Tell them everything.” “What if they hate me for it?” I asked, scared of their reaction. I could have told them when those nightmares were coming but I chose to remain quiet about it. “They'd be fools to,” Michelle snorted. “You are brave enough to have kept it bottled inside of you. If they can't see how good you are, then they don't deserve you.” “What do you want to tell us?” Duke raised his eyebrow at me. I let out a puff of air through my nose, wringing my hands in nervousness. They will not hate me. No one knows if this is even connected, I kept telling myself. So, I shared my first nightmare, and then went on to describe the one that involved Duke and what the duplicate Duke had said to me. There were many of them, but those were the ones I remembered. After I finished, an uncomfortable silence fell over us, each lost in
PRECIOUS That night, we received a mind link from Beta Riley that he was coming with his friend's grandmother. It came as a surprise to us that she agreed to it that easily. I had been thinking she would need more convincing or better still request for us to go there. Duke and Damon had returned, including Nate and Richmond. They were excited with the news, none discussing it but it was clearly written on their faces that it was on their mind. Me on the other hand, I was dancing around with joy. Although there was some other parts that was scared about what'd say. What if all this was just for nothing and such a waste of time? My question was answered when Beta Riley cleared his throat in the mind link, followed by an older woman's chuckle. I quickly checked my image in front of the mirror, evening some hair that had scattered about before nodding at my dress and leaving through the door. By the time I went down stairs, Beta Riley and the woman were already chatting and laughin
PRECIOUS When I woke up, I found out that I was the only one in bed. The scents of my mates were still ever present, and I started sniffing the bed and pillows because I had already started to miss them. Sandalwood, chocolate and red wine, fresh pine and grass after it rains, bursts of amaretto and cinnamon buns, and the rich scent of sweet almonds and roses wafted into my nose. Yummy! That one word was enough to describe their scents, but I still preferred to have their bodies melted against mine rather than to sniff the bed and pillows. Getting up from the bed, I spread out my arms as a yawn escaped my mouth. Just like I expected, the long hours of sleep actually helped to soothe my tired bones. Hunger like I had never experienced struck me, and I instinctively placed a hand to my tummy. “Looks like someone is hungry,” Michelle chuckled. I rolled my eyes. “Shut up. If I don't eat you won't as well. So as one body, I can say you are hungry as well.” “Well then, go eat for the
PRECIOUS The first thing I did once I returned home was to go under the shower and remain there for thirty minutes. It had really been a long time since I trained, and in just two days my bones had been put to work in a row. Sighing, I got out wrapped in my towel, and after I had dried up, I walked to my closet and decided on a loose pant and baggy shirt before I stumbled downstairs. I made my way to the kitchen and dished myself a heap of white rice and white sauce. I started digging in and I didn't notice when the food was almost gone. By the time I was done, I washed my plate and drank a glass of water before I made my way back to my room. I decided to give Ruby a call. Ever since she found her mate, I had not spoken to her. I wondered how she was faring and I couldn't wait to gossip with her about her mate. She picked the call on the third ring and I swear I could hear some background moaning. “Hi, I guess I must have called at the wrong time.” I smirked, folding my legs
"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