When Denise and Jaxson got to the bottom floor, Kain was sitting on the couch, his head leaned over and his eyes on the ceiling. Trey stood next to him, his phone in one hand while the other gripped Damian's pants tightly. “Lets play again! I’ll win this time!”“Hey! What did I say about touching me?” With a frown, Damian's index pressed to the boy's forehead, pushing him back slightly. “Talk from a distance, you scrawny little sh—” He paused mid-sentence, glancing at Kain before sighing. “Just get off.” “Damian.” Kain raised his head, his emerald eyes digging into Damian’s back. “Don’t teach my kid such useless games. Its impressive that he can already shift, now he should be learning control. He doesn’t need a phone either, he’d be better off learning mind-link. Wouldn’t you agree, love?” His gaze darted towards Denise, a lopsided grin on his lips. “My flesh and blood should be amazing, after all.” “Its not useless.” Damian retorted. “See how determined he is? That’s brain progre
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
Have you ever stopped to wonder...how easily one's life could fall apart? Well, in Denise Vera's case...a single night was all it took for everything she had ever known to crumble to pieces...The breeze was cold when Denise sat just outside a small cabin, rocking her chair back and forth while slowly sewing her fiancé’s dress shirt. Her black hair was in a messy bundle cascading down her back and her pink lips parted slightly to let out a breath as soft moans from inside scratched against her eardrums. "Ahhh, Aiden!!~" "Ohhh~" “Harder~”Aiden......was her fiancé... A month ago, she was sold off to him. Before then, she lived with her family, but could she really call it a family? Her father; the Alpha did not want her. No, none of them wanted her. In a pack where shifting on a fullmoon was sacred, a she-wolf who could not control her wolf was an abomination...and Denise was just that, the abomination. The first time she shifted was the full moon of her ninth birthday...that day
Denise leaned against a tree near the cabin, watching Marcy and Aiden who were exchanging their goodbyes in front of the door. The place was deep in the pack's woods, somewhere Aiden seemed to own. Every time he met with Marcy or any other girl, he would always bring them there...and unfortunately, he'd also have Denise tag along. Rather than her who he was to marry, he found pleasure in other women. He had never been interested in her as a woman, instead Aiden only cared about her appearance. For that, she was a bit relieved. "So, in two days...this place? I'll call you if anything changes, yeah?" Marcy gave him a shrug, noisily smacking her lips together as she chewed on a gum she dug up from somewhere inside. "Whatever.""Are you upset?" Aiden frowned, hands drifting up under the dress shirt she had just slipped on and riding straight up to her breasts, cupping them. He leaned his head against her shoulder, a sly grin on his lips as his tongue travelled across her neck, "How sh