Somehow, even after refusing to offer a help in hand, Denise still ended up stomping through the building with a tall, muscular Alpha stuck to her side. The most disturbing thing about the situation was the blood he was transferring to her clothes and the unnecessarily close proximity between them. He was clinging to her arm as if his whole life depended on it, yet…back when she wanted this kind of embrace, when she desperately wanted to be soothed by his touch, he had pushed her away and scorned her as if she was no more than a filthy rag. Naturally, seeing him like this made her bitter. “Denise.” She heard him call her name, “Instead of your fruitless resistance, wouldn’t it have been easier to just agree to a wounded man's demands?” Denise rubbed her ears vigorously with her hand as it tingled following the feel of his breath. “You just threatened me.” She leaned away from him. “I won’t forget that.” “When did I threaten you? You were simply worried for the lives that would’ve
“Y-You What?” Denise's face had drained of color in a matter of seconds. Her heavy breathing and the sound of her heartbeat blared in her ears. Something like killing a royal wasn’t anything to joke about, much less mention at all. He was smiling up at her from where his head rested on her shoulder, but she couldn’t read him at all. Was he lying? Was it the truth? “Denise.” Kain mumbled, as his eyes examined her closely while shifting back to emerald. She looked even more beautiful from up close. He had to admit, his mate had been flawlessly sculpted…her curves, her skin, her face, everything. There wasn’t a single thing that displeased him. “I get it now~” His smile broadened, so much so that Denise couldn’t help the slight sensation in the pit of her stomach at the sight. Aside from when she had fought Kile and won, she had never witnessed him so pleased before. “Is this the reason you’ve been so awfully cold to me?” His hold loosened on her wrist just before his arms travelled a
Nearly a week passed by quickly, but Denise had already become unbearably tired of the same old surrounding. Even though she still hadn’t set a foot outside the palace, she was very close to doing so. First, she was thinking of letting Trey visit his friend Josh for a bit then say hello to Alpha Stewart and his wife, and if possible, spend a few days in a hotel or cabin close to the woods. It was about time Trey got the chance to shift and run about. The problem was, however, would people recognize her? Many had already seen her face. Sighing, Denise got up from her chair and stretched her arms over her head, letting the tips of her fingers graze each other. “Trey, you didn’t eat much.” Her eyes darted to Trey who was sprawled across the bottom half of the bed, his phone in hand and his toy dinosaur underneath his tummy. “Would you like some fruits instead?” The question seemed to pass over Trey’s head for he didn’t glance up for a single second. Apparently, there was some weird g
Somehow, Denise managed to have missed Justin's scent until just a second ago. She hadn’t heard him either. When did he arrive?“J-Justin?”His eyes swept over her up and down before holding her gaze and cocking his head. He didn’t speak, he simply stayed put in the middle of the room, his arms crossed over his chest and his lips pressed into a thin line. His gaze wasn’t an intense one and frankly, his expression was just the same as always, but Denise could still feel herself slowly wanting to close up like a clam. Just like Jack, was he also disappointed in her? And back then, after almost dying because of her…perhaps, he had grown to resent her?As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she began to pick at her thumb while a sad smile blossomed at her lips. “I…Sorry. I’m sorry. I promise you that I won’t let anything like that happen again. I’ll make absolute sure. I promise…I swear it…”Justin’s gaze drifted down to her hands, “You haven’t gotten rid of that habit, have you?” He s
“Soon they will call for a meeting with the royals. The purpose is to have you disposed of.” Denise sucked in a breath, “D-Disposed of? Why would th---” “The Elders are pretty much a bunch of cowards.” Justin remarked. He pulled his chair closer to the bed, enough so he was seated in front of her. His fingers grazed hers, slipping between them in a tight, comforting hold. “Everyone knows the Queen’s family were the ones who launched the attack on the witches, but what most don’t know is that the elders were also very deep in the plan…in fact, it was their advice to begin with. With you here now, they fear that they will also perish with the royals if they allow you to live. Do you get what I’m saying? They're thinking you will bring destruction to everything they’ve built.” “So…” She swallowed as she drunk in everything that he’d said, “…you’re saying they’re colluding to kill me? But…But that’s ridiculous!” “Is it? Did they really say nothing back at the party?” Denise stiffene
Denise sat in the far corner of the room with her chin pressed to her knees and her arms secured around her legs. After leaving Trey with Jaxson, both her and Kain were locked in the same room that she had been confined in on her first day here. On this fullmoon, she had expected to be tossed down into the darkest depths of the dungeons, but it seemed that the Queen didn’t want to have to do that. That’s where Kain came in…to subdue her if anything happened. It was less than an hour before midnight and Kain had arrived not too long ago, yet despite having been completely locked in with her, he didn’t seem the least bit wary. His confidence in his ability to control her wolf was irritating. “Did the Queen force you to do this?” Denise grumbled, breaking the awkward silence. “Force? Not at all.” Kain crossed his legs on the chair he sat in. His expression had been impassive since he came. There were no taunts, no persistent chatting, nothing. Even now, she was the one who started th
Denise woke up at noon the next morning with memories of the night before nonexistent. She twisted on the bed and when the light breeze gently whisked over her bare skin, she jolted up. A wave of dizziness passed over her momentarily and she had to grip the sheets, squinting. But that didn’t stop her. Before anything else, she quickly threw off the duvet and looked over herself, her amber eyes widening at the sight of the bite marks littering across her thighs. A curse split through her lips. Why was she even surprised? She shouldn’t’ve known…that something like this would’ve happened. Was this his goal? Between her legs didn’t hurt, but just to be sure, she hesitantly dipped her finger down to check it herself. Her index poked the entrance, but got no further when a voice suddenly filled the room. “I didn’t do much…regretfully.” Kain said as he leaned off the wall and lowered his arms that were folded across his bare chest. She had been so frantic that she managed to not notice his
“Lift your head and straighten your back, sweetie.” Queen Agatha's arms slipped around Denise's waist as soon as they climbed out of the car. She turned her head to look at her daughter, a beaming smile on her lips. They had arrived in front of a humongous building with statues on either side of the double doors. It looked more like a creepy museum than a meeting place, and judging by the cracks spiraling across the grey walls, it was clearly old. Was it even safe?“I have a feeling that this meeting will be targeted at you.” The Queen continued. Denise knew that very well, but had to feign a bit of surprise anyway. “Me?” “Yes, but know this…I will not let them separate us. You belong in this family, so do not show fear.” She flinched. Did she seem scared? She couldn’t deny that when she was meeting with the very people who wanted her dead. Who wouldn’t be a little scared? “All of us are with you.” Denise glanced around her. Damian and Darrel had also arrived with their guards;
“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