As I noticed readers comments more when the book is going through separation sequences and almost no comment when the FL and ML spends good time together. And it makes me wonder if the readers prefer their separation part more than their loving moments. Is that the case? Let me know.
I followed and seized his arm. "Why would you do that?" I curled my fingers around his wrist to stop him and demanded. He snapped his face towards me in response and cast me a glare. My hold slackened slightly around his wrist when I read the look on his face. Cold fury had clouded his features. With a jerk, he yanked his hand from my grasp and stormed off, baffling me. My shoulders drooped as I let out a sigh of exasperation. Instead of being sorry for what he did, he was throwing tantrums now. Great! My kid's father is the biggest kid of all. He didn't step out of his room until he had to leave for work. I was in the living area. And boy he knew how to ignore. He didn't give me even a look of acknowledgment on his way to the main door. For once, I suspected I had gone invisible. ......ZAVIONWhy did she do that? Why would she give him smiley pancakes and plain ones to me? Why special treatment to him? Rage heated my blood. I had clearly told her not to flirt with another man. I
"Yeah," he monotoned and made his way toward his room. My brows drew together in confusion as I watched him going towards his room. Is he still mad at me? Did he not get the pancakes? I grabbed a followed him to his room and stood quietly by the door, watching as he took off his suit jacket before loosening up his tie. "Did you not get my pancakes?" I folded my arms over my chests and asked. "I did," he answered without looking my way. His gaze was focused on his shirt buttons as he undid them one by one. Not going to lie, I was distracted by his impressive back muscles as he slipped off of his shirt but his dry response dragged me back to the topic. His cold attitude sparked irritation inside me. I patiently waited for him to speak further. Anything. But that was it. No other word dropped out of his mouth. "Is that all?" I asked. He then looked up at me. His expression was cold and impassive. "Get out. I have to change," he stated in a dismissive tone before turning towards the
The fabric slipped off my legs to pool around my feet, baring my intimate part to him. He took a sharp intake of breath as his gaze devoured my core. With a pair of eager hands, he grasped my hips and planted a tender kiss on my hipbone, sending my heart into overdrive. The man wasn't satisfied with one kiss. His hot mouth trailed a slew of soft, ticklish kisses down my thigh, making me lose my focus. Rolling his tongue over and over on my inner thighs, he licked his way up to my pussy several times but didn't touch it. He teased me like this countless times. My knees couldn't endure his sweet torture and gave up. I had to hold onto his shoulders for support. Zavion was well aware of his effect on me. He know how catastrophic his touch was for my sanity yet he kept on touching me, teasing me. Tiny electric sparks erupted from his soft fuller lips as they danced all over my skin. Nothing could come close to this feeling. He rose to his feet and looked into my eyes. I blinked slowly
"I trust you. I..I just..It's not easy. I am trying to forget everything," I confessed as tears poured out of my eyes. It's not that I didn't trust myself, I just wanted to move on. He turned around in my arms and tilted my chin up with his finger. His eyes urged me to spill the truth. "You won't be able to forget it until justice is served. It will continue to sting you. Trust me," he spoke with firm conviction as though he had a first-hand experience of it. His words resonated with me.Five years had passed but it still hurt. One of the reasons I didn't want to think back to my past was because it stung. It hurt to know they were having their best life whereas I had to run from my own house to protect myself and my baby. It was MY house they were living in. MY house where they treated me like a lowly servant. And to think they would never be punished for torturing me was deeply upsetting. "I will tell you only if you tell me about the scars on your back," I asked. I was just as c
He packed some to eat on the hill. A soft soothing song was playing on a low volume in the car as he drove us towards the hill. The road was almost free of traffic. I opened the window and smiled as the breezes caressed my face. The weather was amazing today. The stars looked brighter than ever, the sky a little closer. Everything appeared more appealing today. More beautiful.A beam fell on me from above making me look up. I watched as the roof begin to part open. I glanced over and caught him smiling at me. A smile that could bloom flowers in a barren heart. My heart skipped a beat. The sunroof came open, allowing winds to dance around us. I looked heavenward. The moon was shining upon us, glowing warmly in the clear sky. A breathtaking view. "The sky is so clear here. It's mostly cloudy in London," I remarked while admiring the star-studded sky. the beauty of it was unmatched. I mean there is only one thing that can outshine them. His eyes. "The nights are beautiful here. And mor
He laced our fingers together and wrapped his large hand around mine. Sparks erupted from where we were touching, shooting through my veins. Tugging at my hand, he guided me through the rough terrain of the forlorn hill. Moonlight being our only source of light as we meandered around the mount.The hill was tucked away behind the lofty trees, on the other side of the woods. I looked around but failed to catch any living soul dwelling on it, be it humans or animals. I could bet not many people knew about this place. It was a hidden gem. I wondered how he found out about his place. I glanced up at him. His broad back was facing me as he guided me upward. Our hands were clasped tight. Even if I let go I knew I won't fall because he was holding me tight. His callous hand was enveloping mine in an unyielding grip. He was ahead so that any harm befall him before touching me. He is.....damn! he is hot. "Be careful. The ground in some places is slippery," he warned me. I hummed in understand
He turned his face to look at me. I searched his face for a hint of regret but found none. People often regret later after sharing something so personal with others. And for someone like him who is used to being strong all the time, it must have taken a lot of effort. He is so different from what I've been told. He is kind, responsible, and full of love for his people. He is an alpha in the true sense of the word."He was right about one thing though. I am bad luck indeed but only for my enemies," his lips twitched into a smile. I smiled back. Tell me about it. His unexpected arrival had shaken the entire wolves' world. He had his enemies pissing in their pants. People had begun to fear the claws and the wings. "Whose claw is it?" I asked, eyeing his locket that had a claw dangling from it. He looked down to glance at it. His lips pursed. "It's my father's. I took it as a reward after ending his life. It reminds me of my capabilities whenever I feel discouraged. If I could end him,
"Was it him?" I couldn't help but ask myself over and over again as we journeyed home in silence. I glanced at Zavion. His whole focus was on the road ahead. I averted my gaze to look ahead. What is he doing here? Is he here for me? Has he come for revenge? I had fled only a couple of days before the ceremony. It must have affected his reputation so is he here to settle the score. Kyle must have told him about my whereabouts. What are his intentions? Or maybe I am overthinking. Maybe that person wasn't him. Perhaps I misidentified. I hoped this was the case. Or even if it was him, he wasn't here after me.We reached home in just fifteen minutes. He led me to his room. "What are you thinking?" he lifted his face from my bosoms and asked, confused. Hsi question ripped me out of my thoughts and I blinked back into focus. his face was hovering over mine, his brows slightly curved into curiosity. "Nothing," I lied. He narrowed his eyes at me in disbelief. I cupped his bearded cheeks an
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