A few days passed by after the ending of Denise's conversation with Kain. It’d been so long, yet her mind kept dwelling on it again and again. His face constantly flashed before her eyes, and she couldn’t sleep without feeling compelled to talk it over again. Was it really her place to treat him like that? Denise shook her head quickly. ‘No! My worries are totally justified!” She told herself. She shouldn’t be hung up on something like this. He deserved to hurt as much as possible. So why…why did that expression of his irk her so much?“What are you thinking so hard about?” Denise flinched, her eyes widening a bit as she finally noticed the waiting hand hovering in front of her. Sighing, she took Jaxson's hand and allowed him to help her out of the car. Her hair was tied in a ponytail at the back and she wore a high-waist dress pants with a sleeveless top and a coat. For her first outing as a royal, the Queen had also prepared jewelry and countless glistening heels to chose from
Denise went back empty-handed after managing to get out of doing her measurements by complaining about not being able to chose her own dress. Agatha didn’t pressure her thankfully, and now she was back at the mansion. She stomped up the stairs quickly, but halted when the scent belonging to Damian drifted near. “Did you like your dress?” He asked, as he scratched his cheek with the top of the water bottle in his hand. “Kain picked it out himself for your big day.” Denise turned on her feet, walking back down the stairs and crossing her arms in front of him. “Whoever asked you both to go picking dresses?” He shrugged, “In my opinion, it was a bit old fashioned. Normally, you’d have all that lace thing on the top and a nice frill at the bottom but damn. This one's fucking plain. I bet you think so too…judging by your expression. And I--” “Where is he?” Denise cut to the chase, cocking her hip. “I need to talk to him.”He tilted his head, “Who?” Denise narrowed her eyes and a laugh
“People don’t change.” Denise stated it firmly as she pulled her hands behind her. “You wouldn’t be like this unless you have something to gain from it all. Just a while back you even plotted to have my family killed because o---” “I wasn’t going to let them die. I told you. I won’t do anything you don’t like.” “So they were just pawns?” Her eyes screwed up, “You know I don’t play those cruel games. What else have you done that I’m unaware of? What else are you about to do?” “I haven’t done anything.” He sighed frowning as he looked off to the side. His expression was making it seem as if she was being unreasonable but she damn well knew he was capable. “Either way…I don’t want this anymore. You made us like this, Kain. You made ME like this.” Her hand unconsciously lifted to cover her mark. It’d been pulsing for a while now, and she could tell it was the same for him as well when he snapped his gaze back to her and rolled his shoulders. “What?” His hands twitched. His fingers w
The day passed and soon enough, 3pm had come, yet Denise did not set a foot outside the mansion. She would not have dinner with him like he wanted her to. There was no need to. Even if they did marry, she’d like to think this was mere business…business from which she would benefit. What was his gain though? She still couldn’t trust that he merely had a sudden change of heart. Or perhaps, she shouldn’t thoughtlessly call it sudden? What exactly happened all these years? Why was he lowering himself like this?Denise found herself being curious about things that shouldn’t concern her.“Miss Denise?” The soft call pulled her out of her thoughts. She picked up on the familiar voice and barely managed not to roll her eyes. Reluctantly sauntering over to the door, she pulled it open, and stood face to face with Kile. “You’re bigger than I remember…in muscle, I mean.” She commented, leaning on the door as she looked up at the giant before her. “Its been a while.” He smiled. “I’m glad you
Later that night, Denise found herself sitting silently in a car that was on its way to Kain. She ended up agreeing to go to the dinner in the end, but she absolutely refused to wear any of what he bought her and instead wore a plain jeans and T-shirt just to spite him. Trey was also dressed in his casual clothes.If the place they were going had any dress code rules, it would be the perfect excuse to just turn around and head straight back to the mansion. “Did he fall asleep?” Kile asked as he glanced at Denise and her son through the rear view mirror. “Yeah.” She ran her fingers through Trey's hair gently and smiled softly. Thankfully, he wasn’t upset with her anymore. “He tried his best to keep himself up.” “He looks just like Kain when he was a child.” Denise dropped her head, rolling her eyes. “I don’t see any resemblance between them now.” She scrunched up her nose as she examined her son’s sleeping face. She could hardly stand that those words were a blatant lie. “And I did
Her eyes glanced at the lips that were just on hers as it went silent for a moment, dead silent. She pushed him back after sobering up from her shock, her hands quickly shielding her lips. “What the hell?!” “I thought you wouldn't show up. Sorry, though I can’t promise I won’t do it again.” He licked his lips, eyes swerving past her for a moment to glance at his son beside her. “I’m sad he’s asleep.”“Please get away from me.” Denise pulled the door open before he could, spitefully slamming it into his legs then climbing out and marching past him. “I only came because of Kile…and maybe because Trey wanted to see you. But should I just leave? You’re already getting on my nerves.” “Sorry sorry.” He jogged up to her and slid his arm around her waist, a laugh rising up his throat. “Its just a kiss…well, a peck. Have you always had this bad temper?”“Only with you.” She pushed his arm off her, only for it to climb back in place. “Get off.” She turned her head to glare at him, but had to
“I already ordered for the both of us.” “I don’t even get to choose what I want to eat? Wow.” “There’s alot to choose from, don’t worry. I’m sure you'll like the food here.” Kain's fingers drew circles on her back, each twirl threatening to force out a shiver. “Kain.” Her voice took on a warning tone as she grasped his arm. “How many times are you going to make me repeat myself? Don't touch me.” “Why?” He feigned innocence and leaned back, then grinned when her eyes narrowed on his form. “Fine.” His arm retreated, but he shifted his chair closer to hers, nudging her with his shoulder. “Why don’t you tell me about your endeavours the past few years? What’ve you been doing?” “Hiding from you.” She deadpanned, picking up her glass of water and taking a short sip. “What else?” She settled it back on the table and watched him silently while he picked up the same glass and drank from it despite having his own in front of him. His adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped down every last drop a
“Kain. Are you going to keep drinking even when your food is right infront of you?” With a heavy sigh, Denise dipped her fork into her burrito bowl and jammed it into a piece of chicken. Instead of bringing the fork to her lips, she twirled it around the bowl, sighing again as she stared blankly at Kain. Their food had arrived over half an hour ago. The table had stake, tacos, pasta, salmon, salads and plates that she hadn’t even touched yet. She mostly ate the shrimp pasta while taking small bites out of everything else. All the while, the one who ordered…had been busy drinking. He wasn’t as triggered as she thought he was, seeing as he hadn’t gotten aggressive. Maybe she was a bit too harsh with her expectations. “Kain.” She called his name again, barely grabbing his attention. He looked up at her, but his eyes weren’t at all focused. “I didn’t come here to watch you drink.” “You can have a drink too…only a glass though” He pushed his glass over to her side, gesturing for her to
“Why are you here? I never expected you of all people to come looking for me.” Denise crossed her arms on her chest as she stared over at Marcy who had arrived on the pack lands. She cocked her hips and flipped her hair, setting a black duffle bag on the floor beside her feet. “Sure you didn’t.” She laughed, noisily chewing on a gum. “I volunteered to deliver Mother's message. You should be thankful. How dare you keep me waiting?” “You volunteered? That’s hard to believe. What do you want? Tell me so I can go back inside.”“Before that…I must say I’m glad we finally have the chance to talk.” Marcy stepped closer. She was grinning widely but there was nothing but malice flowing between them. “Is it only me, or is your face still so damn annoying?” Her hand lifted, fingers grazing Denise’s hair. They drifted through the strands, then brushed the soft flesh of her cheek. The tip of the nails sunk in, almost pricking through the skin. Denise stood unflinching in front of her, a wry smi
“So…” Kain sat at the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together and his elbows on his thigh. The dark, pensive mood swallowing the room said that he was cooking up something dangerous in his mind. “…you have a stalker? Why am I just now hearing this?” His gaze raised to look at her, his left brow furrowing. “An admirer.” Denise said, watching from the corner of her eyes as his expression grew annoyed. “A fucking disgusting stalker.” “Disgusting, eh? You’ve been following me around, does that count?” “I’m serious.” He reached forward to grab the box out of her hands but Denise shoved it behind her. “You shouldn’t have that thing so close. It might be dangerous. Give it to me.” He expectantly opened his palm with a sigh and she only stared down at it. “Denise?” He pressed. “These have never been dangerous.” “Just give it to me.” He got up and stood to his full height, towering over her as he reached for the box again. Denise quickly slipped it under her arm, then between her
Kain Valcor. A hardheaded Alpha who took orders from no one, and a man who had to be on top. Wreaking havoc, preying on the weak and completely breaking the strong…had been his idea of a fun time for as long as he could remember. And until his mate arrived amidst all that chaos, it was the first time he wanted anything other than power. It was the first time…he desperately desired a woman. From the very moment he met her…his eyes instinctively followed her every move. He watched her like a hawk…her body language, her features, her emotions. He studied her like a book. She was easy to read and even easier to manipulate. He wanted to control her, to completely master the wolf inside her. But the more he watched her, the more time he spent with her….he realized that it wasn’t just her power that he desired. Whenever she was in front of him, he hated to look at her. Whenever she touched him, he hated the irritating sensation that scattered across his skin. And whenever he looked in her h
As expected of Kain, that ‘touch you a little’ became so much more in so little time. One moment his head was buried under Denise’s shirt then one thing led to another and her top had somehow relocated across the room. Her back slid up the cold glass as he took her bud between his teeth, nibbling on it. Denise bit her lip, tightening her legs around him. For a long torturous time now, he had only been playing with a single nipple and completely ignored the other. The urge for him to spare her left bud with just a bit of attention was becoming unbearable. Was he teasing her? She arched, sinking her hand into his hair. “Kain…”Kain slipped his hand under her waistband, pushing it down her hips. Her feet settled on the floor, but only for the second it took to kick it off. “You’re wet.” Kain whispered into her ear, as his intruding fingers climbed below, brushing her most sensitive parts without hesitation. He dipped inside her crack, and his index curled as soon as it pushed deeper, th
“There’s so much I want to do right now…” Before Kain knew it, his desires had slipped through his lips and laid bare for Denise to hear. “…lewd things…to touch you all over…to feel your lips~”“I can…see that…” Denise pulled her lips between her teeth as she looked up at him awkwardly through her lashes. It was true. Desire was dancing in his eyes. These days…he had made it painfully obvious, and though those kinds of desirous looks were something she had seen from various men…Kain made it feel different. He made her feel different. She tried to avoid his gaze but even though she wasn’t looking at him, the feel of his unyielding gaze continued to waver her composure. This was the kind of thing she couldn’t run away from….the unmistakable feeling of wanting to give in. Ever since the night they had dinner, she was aware that many of her walls had crumbled. She wanted to keep her distance, but her efforts were fruitless because there was rarely ever a time when he wasn’t within her vi
“Kain, what the hell?” Denise shuffled over, putting a bit of space between them which Kain quickly closed. “Is there ever a moment when you're not rude?” “Its fine.” Hailey laughed. “I was going to go get something to eat anyway. Want anything? We have alot of food left actually.” Kain had made sure that he packed their own food himself before coming here. She wasn’t sure where he got it all from but they had tons left. He said it was a safety measure, still Denise found it a bit rude. Luckily, Alpha Stewart didn’t seem to think much of it. “Are there any more apples?” “I’ll check.” Hailey turned on her feet and walked back towards the place where they were staying. They had been given a house separate from Stewart’s packhouse. It had alot of rooms so everyone got to sleep comfortably. The Queen’s guards, however, refused any accommodation and stayed outside even at night. “You told me to watch the kids…” Kain frowned, “…well now they’re here. Why are you hanging out with Hailey
“Mind telling me again why you're here?” Denise bit into her apple as she sat on a huge boulder outside Alpha Stewart's house. Just as she promised, she came back to visit her old pack after spending a day at Josh's (Trey's human friend). She didn’t plan on staying for more than a few hours, but somehow, it’d already passed three days in their pack. The wolves were still a bit uncomfortable in her presence but welcoming nonetheless. It’d been a fun time, except for the few inconveniences…one of which was Hailey.They hadn’t said much to eachother, mainly because Denise avoided any and all confrontations, but her constant staring was managing to become a huge bother. It wasn’t a glare, but a desperate stare that felt like it was begging Denise to look at her.“I volunteered… to be one of your guards during your stay here.” Hailey smiled brightly, scurrying over to Denise and bowing slightly. She was wearing a blue dress that hugged her small figure neatly, but compared to the last tim
“Kain. Are you going to keep drinking even when your food is right infront of you?” With a heavy sigh, Denise dipped her fork into her burrito bowl and jammed it into a piece of chicken. Instead of bringing the fork to her lips, she twirled it around the bowl, sighing again as she stared blankly at Kain. Their food had arrived over half an hour ago. The table had stake, tacos, pasta, salmon, salads and plates that she hadn’t even touched yet. She mostly ate the shrimp pasta while taking small bites out of everything else. All the while, the one who ordered…had been busy drinking. He wasn’t as triggered as she thought he was, seeing as he hadn’t gotten aggressive. Maybe she was a bit too harsh with her expectations. “Kain.” She called his name again, barely grabbing his attention. He looked up at her, but his eyes weren’t at all focused. “I didn’t come here to watch you drink.” “You can have a drink too…only a glass though” He pushed his glass over to her side, gesturing for her to
“I already ordered for the both of us.” “I don’t even get to choose what I want to eat? Wow.” “There’s alot to choose from, don’t worry. I’m sure you'll like the food here.” Kain's fingers drew circles on her back, each twirl threatening to force out a shiver. “Kain.” Her voice took on a warning tone as she grasped his arm. “How many times are you going to make me repeat myself? Don't touch me.” “Why?” He feigned innocence and leaned back, then grinned when her eyes narrowed on his form. “Fine.” His arm retreated, but he shifted his chair closer to hers, nudging her with his shoulder. “Why don’t you tell me about your endeavours the past few years? What’ve you been doing?” “Hiding from you.” She deadpanned, picking up her glass of water and taking a short sip. “What else?” She settled it back on the table and watched him silently while he picked up the same glass and drank from it despite having his own in front of him. His adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped down every last drop a