I looked back at the dress both astounded and confused. Why did he keep it there? Does he want me to choose it? “I got one for you?” Aaron approached me, holding a gray sequin dress with wide straps. The color was strikingly similar to Zavion’s eyes. But yet much less striking than his eyes. I gave him a smile in return and put the gown over the hanger to hold the dress. It was pretty no doubt. “Go, try this,” Aaron insisted and gently guided me towards the trial room with my shoulders. He was acting every bit of a loving mate. No one could guess that he was faking it. I couldn’t help but wonder why he was doing this? What was his reason for not bringing his real mate to his family. I had seen his real mate’s photo on his phone. She is gorgeous. He had said that his family would never agree to their bond but as far as I have gathered, his family is cool. I went inside the trial room and put the dress on. The skirt was A-line and reached till my knee. Fixing the straps, I looked
I combed my fingers through my hair and smoothed a hand down my top. I let out a deep exhale and raised my fist to knock on the door. I paused and bit my lip pondering if I should just drop it and turn around. But then I decided against it and knocked three times on the door. “Come in,” A dart of nervousness ran though my body when I heard the deep rumble of his voice. I momentarily fiddled with the velvet box before grabbing the knob and spinning it open. Silence greeted me as I opened the door and stepped in. He glanced up from his laptop to look at me. My nerves pulled tense. Meeting his eyes is one of the most dangerous challenges I have taken. Whereas I was sure my face was wearing a comical expression, he was all calm and composed, even looked bored as he waited for me to speak. When he arched up his one brow, I realised I was staring at him for far too long. I immediately looked away from him and cleared my throat. Very awkwardly, under his unnerving gaze I lifted the dress
ZavionI swear this irrational attraction is going to be my undoing. I have never craved anyone as much as I crave her between my sheets, moaning and sweating under my body as I fuck her to oblivion. Fuck it! I have been fantasizing about her non-stop since the day I saw her. She has occupied my mind thoroughly. And there is no shit I can do about it. Evangelina- this name was now etched into my brain. But this is wromg. She is forbidden. I was going to claim Esme as my mate in a few days. I shouldn’t crave another woman right now. I am many things. I am a vicious killer, a ruthless monster, a downright sadist but what I am not is a disloyal prick. Even though we are mating for our packs’ sake, I still wanted to bring some honor to our bond. But this woman has me breaking my own rules. I glanced over the gifts she had thrown at the couch. Exhaing a sigh I made my way towards it. I picked the dress and brought it near my nose. I closed my eyes and breathed her scent off the dress.
EvangelinaIt is a shame how we let rumors cloud our opinion of something. Five years ago, I was convinced that Zavion’s pack was full of insensitive, barbarous, vicious wolves who destroy packs for pleasure. But how wrong I was. I had never met a pack this accommodating and warm. His atrocities and our elders led me to believe that his subjects must be monsters just like him. It’s cliche but the terror of his and his pack was so ghastly that mothers in our packs used to take their name to get their kids to behave. Now that I am here I realise, the Nightshade pack is just like any other pack, more developed than others and closer to nature. It is also true that I have received cold glares from some of them but most are cool here. “Are you drunk?” Nora queried, smiling knowingly. I won’t deny the world was spinning a little around me but nothing I can’t control. “Just a little tipsy,” I gestured with my fingers before throwing back the drink.“Slow down there. Our drinks are heav
His aura oozed menace and I couldn’t help but step back in fear. His gaze instantly darted to my retreating feet. Muscles along his jaw flicked angrily as he caught me widening distance between us. Goosebumps scattered along my arms when he brought his eyes back to mine. They were colder now, slightly disappointed, a lot angry. To my horror, he stepped forward. My heart beat a tattoo. I didn’t want him to come any closer. My instincts were yelling for him to stop but my mouth was sealed. I backed slowly away hoping he wouldn’t advance but he did. Our gaze remained locked together as he walked me backward and some more. Our little game went on for sometime until the murderer stalked over to me in one giant stride, erasing all distance between us in one swift motion. Right then, I had a mini heart attack. My eyes turned round and I gasped. I was tempted to shrink away but his unwavering gaze held me rigid in my spot. The stench of blood was nauseating as he stood impossibly closer,
“Who was it?” I asked as I gently massaged the back of his head. I don't know from where I got this confidence to enquire him but for some reason I was convinced that he will tell me. “My uncle,” his voice was a hoarse rumble. There was no emotion in his voice only exhaustion. My fingers froze as I processed what he just said. His uncle? His family. He killed his own kin. He was quick to sense the change in my behavior and raised his face to look at me. My expression must have clued him in as he promptly held my face in his large hands and stared meaningfully in my eyes. “He deserved it, Sugar plum. He was not a good man,” he used his most coaxing voice to convince me. The sincerity in his eyes urged me to believe him. He wanted me to believe him. He was seeking my approval and I had no idea why. I sighed and gave him a slight nod. I asked him to get me his shampoo as the shelf was set too high for my self. He grabbed the shampoo with ease and gave it to me. All
“Who are you?” he asked, entranced. This time his eyes were desperately searching mine for an answer. "What?" I asked through my closing throat. An unease begin to spead across my insides. Has he found out already? My question pulled him from his trance. A soft smile swept across his face and he kissed both the apples of my cheek. His hard muscles were pressed firmly against my front. We were drenched but still warm. He had engulfed me from all sides. I closed my eyes and let him trail his lips all over my face. I was still basking in the afterglow of my release. "Did you enjoy my tongue inside your pussy?" he hummed against my skin. I blushed hard. He was so shameless. He inched away to look at me. “Answer your alpha,” he playfully bit down on my lip and stretched it outward. Zavion was on top of me, held up only by his elbows. I couldn't speak. "Shy, huh?" amusement twinkled in his eyes. My legs were still spread wide and he was settled betwene them. I dropped my gaze.
I leaned over the railing and stared off in the sky, wondering what life would have been like if I had stayed. Would he have accepted me as his mate or would he have used me as a pawn in his game? Would he have loved me or hated me for where I came from? I know there was no point thinking about it now. That ship had sailed but still..I couldn’t help but wonder what if. Last night, his passion was like a raging storm and I got swept into it headfirst. How could have I not? He is damn good at what he does. He is a master of seduction too. He took control of my mind and enchanted my soul. I had no idea how he got me under his spell but I know he is dangerously good at making people do his bidding. He wanted my body and he got it. He seduced me into submission and I couldn't fight it. I just couldn't. If anything, I was still not over that moment. Almost a day had passed but I could still feel his tongue playing with my core, making it wetter and wetter. After giving me one of the wil
EVANGELINATHREE MONTHS LATERThis is how it must feel like to have a Happy Ever After. To have a happy ending is a blessing and I am grateful to have it. I feel wholesome and so happy. I cannot thank Moon Goddess enough for choosing him for me. I always wanted a mate who will love me unconditionally. Someone who will fill my life with love and happiness. Never imagined Goddess will fulfill my wish. Zavion changed my life and turned it into an absolute fairytale. He takes care of me and fulfills all my desires as they are his own. I am still trying to settle into my new position as Luna and I would be lying if I said it's a cakewalk. It is not. I am watched and judged all the time. I fail too. It took me a whole week only to learn fighting stances. It's difficult. Much more difficult than I had expected it to be. However, submitting is not an option for me. I want to become skillful. I want to become worthy of Zavion. "Are you fantasizing about me?" his heart-soothing voice hit my ea
THIRD POV"Where is she?" Aaron hollered thunderously in the hall. His bloodshot eyes were clouded with madness. His booming voice bounced off the lofty walls, prompting members to rush out in a state of alarm. "What happened?" Cora enquired when she noticed her youngest's chaotic state. Ron power-walked towards her and held her shoulders. "Where is she, mom?" he demanded angrily with an undertone of desperation. Cora, clueless glanced over Nora who looked just as confused. She shifted her gaze back to her son who seemed to be on the verge of losing his control. "Who?" Cora questioned."Sylvia. She is gone," he told her. A hint of pain accompanied his tone. Cora's eyes widened in shock."How?" she asked, still shocked. Ron released her and turned around to look at other family members. His enraged eyes swept around the hall, taking in everyone. "Who helped her leave?" he growled like a wounded lion. Everyone was shocked to see this side of his. Ron was never the type to hold ange
SYLVIAHis tongue rolled inside me, eliciting a gentle sigh straight from my bosoms. I reciprocated, greedy for more and more of him. I wanted to drown myself in his kisses and touch. I was aware of the consequences. He was drunk and might not remember anything of it come tomorrow. But..but I wasn't able to move away. I let him hold me by my waist. I let him pull me on his lap and invade my mouth completely. How could I not? Every inch of mine was yearning for his touch. I felt alive again as he squeezed and kneaded me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and deepened our kiss. I moaned in his mouth, relishing his dominating side. My hands of their own begin fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. I needed him inside me at this very moment. I needed him to fill me up. Before I could undo his last button, he threw me on the bed. I blinked at him as he crawled over me, his eyes never straying from mine.His orbs were caught in the blazes of lust, his expression was of a feral animal starvi
EVANGELINAI heard him lashing out in the phone from the door. He sounded furious. From what I gathered, Ron had marked Sylvia. The news had left me just as shocked and worried for the woman. I should be the last person to sympathize with her after what she did. But try as I may I cannot forget the sorrow I had witnessed in her eyes when we met the last time. She had realized her mistake. Punishing her more will only batter her already torn soul. "I don't care why you did it, Ron but don't you forget she is a Kessler now. If you harmed that girl unnecessarily. You will have to face my wrath," Zavion warned Ron in a serious tone. Pride swells in my heart. Zavion had no fondness for Sylvia but he was also not the type to sit on the fence when his family is being persecuted. Sylvia was a family now.We honestly had a long discussion about her before he decided her punishment. I tried to make him see her perspective. Being a mother, I should hate her the most but I don't. What she did wa
AaronHer soft snores rang through the room all night long. How did she manage to fall asleep on the cold, hard floor is beyond me. I wish I could say I slept as well as her but that would be a big fat lie. Sleep had escaped me. I just tossed and turned in the bed, struggling to not think about her. Not long ago, she used to sleep here with me. We would cuddle all night long. So different from where we were today. She was sleeping so peacefully and I couldn't help but feel bitter about it. Does she not miss my body next to hers? How easy it was to fall asleep for her without me. I tried to sleep but I just couldn't. My wolf and my body were urging me to carry her back to my bed and cuddle with her but I denied it. Never in this lifetime, I was going to sleep with her in one bed again. In the morning when I got up from my bed, she was still sleeping. As though she had not slept her entire life. I glared at her, contemplating pouring a bucket of cold water on her. I was already irrita
AARON"Why did you do this?" Mom demanded, looking furious. I knew this was coming. Everyone was looking at me waiting for an answer. Why did I do this? To teach her a good lesson."She is my mate. I can mark her if I want to," I replied dryly. My mother's gaze flickered to the unconscious Sylvia in my arms before backing up to my face. She looked unconvinced. "You have marked her to make her life miserable," Mom corrected me. I clenched my jaw. "Alpha has banished her. What more do you want?" Nora sounded equally mad. A scowl was plastered across her face, her eyes spitting fire at me. Everyone was mad at me. I had no idea why were they all defending this ungrateful betrayer."I will not have more discussion about it," I gritted out and stormed off to my room. I felt their eyes stabbing my back as I power-walked toward my room. I glanced down at her. She looked lifeless. The blood was trickling down her neck in a thin line where I had marked her, I didn't bother to seal it back. I
ZAVIONI let my mouth trail over her delicate belly. The warmth of my breath raising goosebumps all over her silky, rosy-white skin. Seeing her body's response to my touch pleases me to no end. I love how she shivers involuntarily every time I brush my lips against her flat tummy. It's too flat for my liking. I was going to fill it up with my baby. The thought was followed by the painful memories of Eva's miscarriage. The incident inflicted deep pain on both of us. She acts fine but I know she is still reeling from that. I have caught her crying alone a few times. She never cries in front of me. Perhaps, because she doesn't want to stress me out. I never leave a chance to let her know what an amazing person is. I love the way she looks but what has me on my knees for her is the way she is; So beautiful, so amazing. But she was getting better now. Healing day by day. This vacation was doing her good. We were in bed since morning, too lazy to get out and too much in love to lay still.
SylviaHe wants me dead. Night flew by but I was still stuck in that moment. I thought him hating me would hurt me the most but him wanting me dead just felt even worse. It still hurts so bad. It was like thousand scorching needles were constantly being jabbed into my heart. The pain was unbearable. He will never forgive me, let alone love me. He wants me dead and I want the same now. What's the point of living without him anyway. It was clear he wasn't going to love me ever again, what will I do with a life that won't have him in it? I hoped Zavion would give me a death sentence. I hoped he would give me the most miserable death so that Aaron feels at ease. If my death gives him happiness, he will get it. My stomach lurched at this point and I crouched forward to puke. I retched but nothing came out. I had already committed a few times since last night. My cell and I were stinking of my vomit and piss. I was at my worst. I slumped against the wall and closed my eyes. My head was sp
DIMITRYI watched her from the shadow as she talked away with Nora. They were perched in the front porch of mansion. Her read head bobbing adorably as she carried out the conversation with a hint of enthusiasm. They were talking about ice creams. I smiled, noting my mate has a thing for ice cream. I've been trying to get closer to her but she always shoots me down. She looks so comfortable every time I try to engage in a conversation that I end up dropping it.I don't know why she was acting so distant. Does she not know I am her mate? Does she not like me? The thought was scary. I was never keen on finding my mate. In fact unpopular opinion but I believed that having a mate would be a hassle for my carefree life. I loved swimming in pussies and one wouldn't be enough to satisfy me. But my thoughts took a drastic turn when I locked eyes with her. At first, I didn't realize she was my mate as I couldn't smell her scent due to the cold. But the attraction I felt for her was instant. She