PRECIOUS We were informed that Alpha Rodriguez was inside his study room and we went straight there. Tiger didn't even bother knocking and he pushed the door open. Alpha Rodriguez was inside wearing a blue vest and black knickers with his reading glasses on as he flipped through the file before him. "We are home father," Tiger announced and Alpha Rodriguez turned around, surprised to see us and his face immediately darkened when he sighted the condition of his eldest son. "Nate, how's his condition right now?" His voice was filled with worry, as he got up instantly and headed towards us. "How long has he been in this condition, Tiger?" "When we were still on Damon's jet," Tiger's hand tightened around my waist, and I could feel some pain because of it. "Why didn't anybody call?" Alpha Rodriguez raised his voice as he panicked at the sight of Nate and that really made me scared. What if he never actually did something about what we both discussed this morning? Then what will hap
PRECIOUS "There's only one way for Precious' powers to show," Alpha Rodriguez announced, his face beaming with smiles and all the butterflies in my tummy were completely dancing at this stage. "And what could that be?" Damon questioned. "For Precious to be able to access her powers you all must mark her." Alpha Rodriguez said, leaving me as confused as ever. How could this be true? How possible could it be that a werewolf can access their powers after they had been marked by their mates? "Who told you of this fallacy?" Tiger said in disbelief. At least I wasn't the only one who doubted but if the Alpha could say it was the only way maybe there's actually a truth in it. "It's not a fallacy Tiger and stop challenging me." Alpha shouted and Tiger quietened, rubbing his mustache with a deep frown on his face. "How did you learn about this?" Duke said in a casual tone. "I went to see someone who knows about powers and I'm confused about why you haven't marked your mate yet." A
PRECIOUS I was only in my towel, just fresh out of the bath, when I heard a knock on my door. "Who's there?" I called, applying cream on my neck. I smoothed it on every area of my neck before moving my hand down to my chest. "It's Jane, Luna," a tiny voice spoke out, and I sighed, remembering who the voice belonged to. "Come in." The door opened, and from the mirror, I saw her walk in with her head bent. "How may I help you?" I said, turning around to face her. She fiddled with her hands, and I was greatly amused. I walked up to her and lifted her head. "Look at me, I won't bite you." "I'm so-r-r-y bu-t I c-an't, Lu-na," she stuttered, lowering her gaze. "Then stop shivering like a fish that was taken out of a stream," I said, irritated. I walked back to the mirror and continued applying cream to my body. "What do you want?" "Alpha Rodriguez sent me here to assist you with anything you want, Luna," she replied with a little stutter. "You may go now. I don't need anyone dressin
PRECIOUS After breakfast, we all sat together in the boy's room, including his father who had his head resting against the bed headrest with a smile plastered on his face as he watched me play with Nate's hair. He had woken up, to everyone's relief, and although he's still weak, he's been all cheerful. "I still can't believe that our little mate has powers. How come we never noticed it?" Richmond said with a smile, his eyes twinkling as he appraised me and I rolled my eyes at him. I looked away, trying not to catch his eyes again, and I looked down at Nate only to find him staring at me. I arched my eyebrows up immediately, "Why are you staring at me?" He slipped part of his lower lip into his mouth, which formed into a smirk, and he looked me directly in the eyes. "Richmond is right. How come no one realized you got the healing power in you, huh?" "You asked the right person in deed, " I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes and blinking hard at him which caused him to laugh
PRECIOUS Someone coughed close to me and I took that as a clue to open my eyes. I opened my eyes and blinked when I saw how different they were from the time my eyes were open. They were standing naked on the bed and Nate smiled after getting a reaction from me. When I opened my mouth to speak, he covered my mouth with his. His kiss was gentle and I didn't know when I closed my eyes again because I was enjoying his kiss. I leaned into him and he took that as a clue and turned from gentle to passionate but he was never rough. I tilted my head to match his pace and I grabbed his head in my hands and dragged him closer to me. "Nate," I moaned softly, my insides were burning with desire and I could feel Michelle dancing around in excitement in my head. That girl, she too liked things like this. I felt a pair of hands that I instantly recognized to belong to Tiger groping my breasts. My body shook with passion and my pussy tingled for their attention. Tiger slipped my dress down my
AUTHOR "That went well, yes?" Margaret said with smiles, as she secured the seat belt around her waist. She glanced up to find Bianca looking out of the window with a bright face. She can't remember the last time she saw her girlfriend smiling this way. "Yes, of course. It went smoother than I expected." Bianca replied, her eyes not leaving the window. "By now Luke's crazy fans will go crazier now and I can't wait to know what our infamous celebrity will do about this." "He's infamous and famous at the same time. Yikes!" Bianca muttered and shook her head. "And that's very sad," Margaret sighed. Margaret revved the car into motion and drove them out of the media premises. "So what are you going to do when your parents watch the news?" Margaret said, maneuvering the car to her left before turning the windscreen on. "Challenge them Meg," Bianca faced her friend with a very huge frown on her beautiful face. "I have come to realize that I don't have to do as they say after all
AUTHOR Margaret got up, flashed Bianca a smile before leaving her alone. Bianca shook her head when she saw her friend walk towards the bar. She bent her head back to her phone until the presence of someone else made her jump. She looked up to find a very dashing young man smiling at her. He looked elegant and seemed to be in his early twenties. He had a round shape of head, beautiful blue eyes and a pointed nose that made him look classic. He had his hair styled with gel, the edges of his hair curled on his scalp. With his green shirt on, his front was unbuttoned by two revealing a green tattoo on his chest. Bianca gulped at such a display of beauty but she quickly composed herself and met his eyes and frowned. "How may I help you?" "By letting me keep you company gorgeous," The man said, flashing a white set of teeth at her. He watched her blink her eyes and when she composed herself almost immediately. He was used to ladies gawking at him but this one, she seemed to not want t
AUTHOR The sky looked beautiful, birds chirped around the air, soft wind was blowing and Princess Serene's hair was getting thrown from one side to another. A huge frown crowned her face, her heart going haywire as thoughts of her brother, the only prince of the Silverpaw Gate crossed her mind. She could remember his face, he would forever remain imprinted in her heart and although she puts on a brave face, he was a very handsome young man that made all the maidens fall madly in love with him. Her stomach was knotted because of anxiety and worry. She's scared that something bad may have happened to her brother and if that could be the case then the whole city would be in deep trouble. Princess Serene folded her hands behind her back and kept walking with no destination in mind but she was not surprised when she found her legs leading her to the garden. It was a place where she sought solitude and had time to think well. There were so many flowers in the garden, there was a lily
"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