It brought all those ugly feelings back to the surface. I knew I would hurt her feelings if I spoke. I just wanted to get away.But then she kept pushing me. Challenging me. With my wolf already on edge…I snapped.This time she will answer me.Before I knew it, I had her pinned to the bed. A soft, f
Nan’s POVI see the moment Lionel registers what he is looking at.The angry sneer at his mouth fades away. His jaw slightly drops. Eyes completely glued on my necklace.‘How in the world has he come to that conclusion?’ I think. I am mystified by his logic.Several moments passed quietly between us
“My mother gave me that necklace for my 13(th) birthday. It was a long-held family heirloom. Centuries old.” I comment absently.Lionel smiles weakly at me. Not knowing the full truth but obviously sensing the direction my story is going. “That sounds special.”I dig my fingers into my legs. “It was
Lionel’s POVNan has not spoken to me since our last encounter.It is painful. She will not respond to me directly. She will not even look at me.I know…because I barely take my eyes off of her. I take in every sight of her like a man starved of substance. My wolf will not tolerate otherwise.If we
Vera jumps out of her chair. “I’ll do it now!” She strides to the makeshift study room.“Wait for me!” Patti cries out.I am quickly left behind. I smirk at their ‘sudden’ change of heart. Bribery is the fastest way to get the girls to listen.Is it the best parenting choice? Maybe not. But it works
Nan’s POVHe stares at me kindly.It destroys the last vestiges of my anger. A serenity has overtaken me. I smile sheepishly.His eyes visibly soften. It’s a bit difficult at that precise moment to understand how I held onto my anger for so long. Perhaps I would not have reacted so outlandishly had
Ancient clans would imbue certain objects with curses. Items of great value or those meant only for those within the clans. These curses responded only to the blood lines that created the curses.As the time of clans fell, so did those with the power range to create curses. Curse require a lot of po
Nan’s POVHis hands wipe away my stray tears.His large warm hands cup my face tenderly. He presses slow kisses there. He softly kisses the sharp points of my cheeks…the tip of my nose...my mouth….His lips are soft and cool against my flushed face. It is caring. It is sensual.And then he works his