DUKE I pressed my knuckles together, and a satisfying crack filled the air as I sighed in relief. Looking at what I had typed on my system, I felt satisfied with the results. I have been making arrangements for Precious' Luna coronation and to say it's not tiring then I would be a liar. I got up from my seat and drew the chair backwards and I switched off my system as a yawn of tiredness escaped my mouth. Yes tiredness and maybe hunger too. Precious had come to give me lunch after I missed breakfast but I insisted on getting my work done before having anything to do with food. With the way my tummy is growling right now, I regretted my harsh decision earlier. I felt my tummy rumble again and I immediately put a hand to it, trying to soothe its hunger. I walked around the room that I shared with my brothers before going over to the bed and sat down. Erase. Fell on it. The soft feel of the mattress did well to soothe my aching back and I let my head fall to my left side, my eyes c
PRECIOUS After I checked the fruits in the fridge, I grabbed a tray and piled it up with assorted fruits, two bunches of banana, eight apples, strawberries and raspberries. I placed the tray on the kitchen counter before I went over to the gas burner and boiled water for tea. "Gladys, get me that milk and Milo tin on the top side of the cupboard," I shouted as I watched the water boil. I went to the sink and a maid who was washing the dishes excused herself to give me space to do my business. After washing three cups and rinsing them I went back to my kettle to find the water boiling. Gladys had kept the things I requested on the counter so I made them for us. I placed the three cups on the tray but seeing they were likely going to be uncomfortable there, I took them out. "Get me another tray Gladys," I instructed. She bowed. "Yes, ma'am." "I won't repeat it again. Address me by my name," i rolled my eyes and she looked her eyes down and bowed her head again. "Yes, ma'am, oh
PRECIOUS I was still giggling when I saw Nate. He was bent on, his hands fastening his shoe laces, with his back facing me. He was dressed in a beige shirt and charcoal trousers, each piece tailored to perfection, highlighting his lean physique. The sunlight gently kissed his hair, casting a warm, golden halo around him. As he straightened up and turned around, his eyes met mine, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. His smile, oh, his smile could light up the darkest corners of my soul. His eyes held a twinkle, a mixture of mischief and tenderness that made my heart skip a beat. With a playful wink, he approached, his steps confident and purposeful. As he reached out to hold my hand, I felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and belonging. "Nate," I whispered, my voice barely audible as he pulled me into an embrace. His rich manly scent missed with cologne filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply, enjoying the moment. He lifted up my face with his left hand, eyes filled w
PRECIOUS After we had dinner together except for Nate who had to run off before time for some emergency that he claimed to have, I went back to my room to have a rest before our plans for the evening finally came around. I laid down on my bed and shut my eyes, the events of the day wearing off on me. I let out a deep breath as I turned my body to my left, my right shoulder nearly kissing my chin and I let the cool night breeze blowing through the window caress my face. Someone pushed me out of my swing that I was pushing myself in a carefree manner and I tumbled on the ground with my tummy making a hard thud against the rough floor. A loud whimper of pain escaped my mouth and I landed my face on the ground when I tried getting up. Whatever it was that pushed me to the ground I didn't know. But as I tried getting up, I felt a kick on my round butt and I fell back down, my body rolling so that I was now laying with my back to the ground, my front now facing a shadow that I couldn't
PRECIOUS "Please don't paint me beyond recognition," l begged the make-up artists that Damon hired to do me all over. I had disagreed in getting professionals to make me up but he had been so adamant that I had to give in at last. "Yes, Luna." One of them who introduced herself as Melanie chuckled. She was the one in charge of my face while her friend was in charge of my hairstyle and I had a designer that made my dress as well. Basically three weeks had passed since my mates and I arrived from our holiday trip and today is the day I am going to be announced as the Luna of the pack. I have been thrilled but nervous at the same time, knowing that with this comes responsibility for me. I leaned into the chair I was sitting on and closed my eyes to feel comfortable. I let them take care of me today and from tomorrow, I will be in full charge of my makeup, hair style and dressing. "Please open your eyes Luna," Melanie said cheerfully, and I blinked my eyes to find her grinning fr
PRECIOUS But as I opened the door, my mouth hung open as I took in the scene before me. There were red glowing roses decorated on the floor and its scents drifted into my nostrils. Standing before me were photographers who started taking pictures of me the moment I stepped on the roses. I could see the excitement and admiration on their faces as they watched me and I couldn't help the pink color that washed over my doll-like face. I sniffed in the air and I felt the presence of my mates but I could not find them anywhere. But I knew they were there somewhere because of how strong their scents were reaching my nostrils. I stopped for a moment and turned back to look at the ladies still in my room. They waved their hands and blew me an air kiss and I felt my eyes stick up with unshed tears but I quickly blinked them back inside to prevent them from spoiling my face. As I was walking down the hall with the group of telegraphers still flocking behind me like cocks following afte
PRECIOUS Grandmother stood with beaming smiles on her face, and my eyes widened in astonishment. I didn't know she was coming, so I left Tiger's hand after getting a nod from him and ran slowly towards her. This was a surprise for me. I knew there were times I didn't want her around because then I only needed my family members by my side, but right now, I knew I needed her back in my life. Knowing that I was going to be responsible for the pack now, I needed every piece of advice I could get. I ran into her arms, and she wriggled me in her embrace as I sniffed her scent. She released me and twirled me around, and I would have fallen off my feet had Duke not caught me by my waist. I flew into his arms, and our eyes held for a long time. His gaze drifted to my lips and lingered there. I licked my lips as a longing for him tore at my core. Duke's face broke into a playful smirk before his lips met mine. As he kissed me, he carried me up in his arms, more like in a princess style, an
PRECIOUS He sauntered towards us with a smile, and he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Excuse me, ladies. I would like to steal this beautiful daughter of mine for a moment." He outstretched his right hand for me to take, and I happily placed mine in his, smiling gratefully at him. Grandmother Ruth's face flushed with disappointment, but she nodded, and I excused myself from them. After we walked a safe distance away, Alpha Rodriguez placed a warm hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes. "What's wrong, dear?" I explained everything that happened to him, and he didn't seem happy as well. He patted my shoulder, leaned into me, and planted a dry kiss on my forehead. "Don't worry about it, dear. We are all here for you every step of the way, and I have no doubt that you are going to be an amazing Luna, maybe even better than my late mate." Oh, he didn't have to say all that just to make me feel better. I nodded my head in gratitude, and I apologized for making him leave his guest
"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