And we've have come to a definite end for these characters. If you got to this stage of the book with me, thank you so much for hanging on.
I really do hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing.A little honesty tho, I had a lot of wtf moments while trying to build a cool male lead. With his backstory of abandonment issues, Logan seriously was out of control and I got overwhelmed a couple of times thinking of ways to make him cool... I kept thinking how do I make this guy lovable by my readers cos lol!!! I live for y'all honestly.Maybe it's my BPD, I just feel like this isn't my best or isn't up to par... I don't know (cue in y'all's reviews lol)A BIG Sorry to any of you who dropped a comment along the way saying the storyline wasn't what you wanted.any mistaken words would be cleared up once the editors resume.Thank you once again for reading and following my books.Lastly: This book led me down a path of self discovery and I realized that the world of werewolves without humans (billionaires and all) and other elements is too restrictive for me. Also, I do not perfectly understand the relationship between a man and a woman. This is my first try at Heterosexual werewolf romance and so is my newest ongoing book (Savannah).Anyway, after all my ongoing books have been completed, I've decided to focus mainly on MM romances (billionaires, mafias and maybe wolves ;)] with a little sprinkle forbidden romances and realllyyy spicy smutI'll meet you in those new worlds.Really EFFING LOVE YOUAimee’s P.O.V My hands shook as I slid a key into the mailbox. The sight of the thick envelope with the WSC College logo made my heart race, and it felt surreal to hold the result between my fingers. I've worked so hard for this, and it terrified me to think of what the letter would say. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I carefully ripped the seal off the envelope and scanned the first two lines. Dear Aimee Moore: You have impressed us with your application, and we are pleased to admit you to WSC… “Yes!!” I jumped into the air as I confirmed my admission to my dream college. "Oh, goddess. Yes!" Thinking of my brother Ty waiting for me outside, I stuck my acceptance letter into the envelope, hurrying out of the pack’s postal office. Ty was still in the same spot I'd left him, leaning against his car with his foot propped on the bumper. Sun rays made his brown hair sparkle with golden streaks as his eyes met mine with a soft expression. Although he had inherited our father’s G
Aimee’s P.O.V “What?” I sprang to my feet, a slow smile forming on my face. I couldn't believe what I heard. My father had just given me the best news: The night I had dreamed of all my life was only a few hours away. I was an Omega, the lowest rank in our pack, and usually forbidden from attending important occasions. But this was different. I couldn’t miss this for anything in the whole world. This was the night Jake would declare me as his Luna, his mate for life. I felt like the moon goddess herself had blessed me with good fortune. Joy again flooded my veins, washing away the sadness of Jake’s earlier treatment. Suddenly, everything made sense to me. Jake wanted to make it up to me after what happened today, and that’s why the announcement was so soon. "Dad?" I called out as I rummaged through my closet. "What should I wear? Something blue or something red?" There was no answer. I turned around and saw my father standing in the doorway, his face dark and angry. "You are not
Logan’s P.O.V I twisted the cufflinks on my wrist, feeling the cold metal bite into my skin—a sign of impatience, boredom, or both. My Beta yanked the door open, his eyes wide with anxiety. He knew better than to keep me waiting. We should turn back. My wolf snarled in my mind, his primal instincts urging me to flee from this place. Severing the link with a sharp mental snap, I silenced his protests. We rarely saw eye to eye, so it was easier to ignore him. Curtly nodding at Damien, I stepped out of the limo, my jaw tightening as I saw the swarm of wolves crowding the entrance. I cleared my throat once, a low and menacing growl that made them flinch. Their faces turned white as they recognized me and scrambled to make way for me. ‘That’s more like it,’ I muttered, walking past the crowd who whispered and gawked at me. My brow arched at the man approaching me with a wide grin. He was holding a leash attached to a young girl's neck. His black hair was streaked with gray, the deep g
Aimee’s P.O.V“Aimee! Aimee! Don’t you faint on me!...”Lily's voice was muffled like she was talking through a wall. I felt her hands tapping my cheeks, trying to snap me out of it. But I didn't want to. Reality sucked; it crushed me.I wanted to stay in the darkness, where I could escape everything.But then a sharp sting brought me back, and I gasped, blinking at the bright lights overhead. My hand flew to my cheek, where it burned like hell. Ow! Lily had slapped me. Hard. I knew she meant well, but that hurt like hell.A sob caught in my throat as I looked up at her. She was kneeling beside me, her eyes wide with worry.“Are you okay, Aimee?” She shook my shoulders, making me wince, and I realized that I was in the party hall, on the floor.Shit, did I pass out?“You look red, babe.” She frowned. “I swear, I’ll hang Jake’s balls on….”My eyes drifted shut as my throat tightened, tuning out her voice. A wave of nausea churned through me as Jake's words echoed in my head.He’d ripp
Logan’s P.O.V. I forced myself to get on the stage and face the Crescent pack, ignoring the tempting smell that drove me crazy. Damien laid a hand on my arm, and I could feel his calmer energy washing over me. He had noticed the scent too, and how it had shaken me. I shot him a grim smile, absorbing his serenity. Damien had been my beta for years, so much so that he’d become the brother I never knew I needed. Like all Betas, he was calm and thoughtful, and I was a much better person when he was around me. Slightly appalled at my passion for the scent, I sucked in a deep breath and turned to the crowd, speaking into the microphone. "For decades, wolves have been slain from my pack and yours, our blood desecrating the territories." I begin. "We've lost great men, fathers, brothers, uncles, and sons all because of the greed of the former pack leaders." A few nods of approval and choruses echoed in the halls. "But as a new moon rises, the sorrows and darkness of the past are washed
Aimee’s P.O.V Sounds of waves lapping against rocks reached my ears, followed by the fresh scent of the stream. When I finally burst out through the dense woods, a weak smile pulled at my lips as I saw the sparkling water. It was just as magical as the first time I’d laid my eyes on it. Sparkling and shimmering, I could almost convince my young mind that fairies came out here at night and this was their spot. Who knew? I could be right. ‘I should take a swim,’ I thought, grabbing the hem of my dress. ‘It might help take my mind away from…’ Oh, Jake. His name stabbed my heart like a knife, and I doubled over, choking on my tears. Oh, It hurt so much. The nature around me had blocked him out of my mind, but now all I could hear were his words on the stage and how Jessica was wrapped around him like a leech, kissing what belonged to me. Then he’d slapped me. Why? No, I couldn't swim. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I settled on my favorite spot, gathering stones to toss into th
Aimee’s P.O.V My fingers dug into the edge of my seat to hold on for dear life as the vehicle bounced over rocks and potholes. I should have known that the journey would be rough when Alpha Logan pulled his limo to a stop in Sacramento Hills, exchanging the luxurious limo for jagged trucks. But I was too busy avoiding him to pay any more attention. Although, I think my disgusted expression worked out for the best as he'd refused to stay in the same truck with me. "Get into that truck with Ella." He growled at his Beta whilst glaring at me. "Aimee will ride in the other truck with the Jackson brothers." A snort rose to my lips as I recalled his words. Who the hell did he think he was? Did he think I'd be intimidated by two strange burly men who barely spoke to me? Good riddance. I huffed under my breath. As the sun dipped and long shadows emerged over the hills, dust poured in through the windows; filling the car with a choking haze. My throat burned and I began coughing. I pull
Aimee’s P.O.V I had never been this scared in my life. So scared that my heart was pounding so loudly I swear it echoed through the still forest. So scared that Ella’s hands were bruised from how hard I was clutching them as we ran, dodging over branches and roots. Our breaths were ragged, and our legs were sore, but we didn’t dare stop. We both knew Alpha Logan wouldn’t easily give up on finding us. Last night when we tried camping under the stars, we didn’t get up to thirty minutes of shuteye before his scent permeated the air, alerting me to his closeness, and we picked up running again. I glanced at Ella, who was trudging beside me, and flinched. Her eyes were sunken and red-rimmed, but that wasn’t what scared me. It was the emptiness in their depths that terrified me. Ella was in shock from everything that had happened, and no matter how many roast squirrels I tried to feed her, she didn’t open her mouth. Sensing my gaze, she lifted her head, and I pulled my lips in a small sm
And we've have come to a definite end for these characters. If you got to this stage of the book with me, thank you so much for hanging on.I really do hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing.A little honesty tho, I had a lot of wtf moments while trying to build a cool male lead. With his backstory of abandonment issues, Logan seriously was out of control and I got overwhelmed a couple of times thinking of ways to make him cool... I kept thinking how do I make this guy lovable by my readers cos lol!!! I live for y'all honestly. Maybe it's my BPD, I just feel like this isn't my best or isn't up to par... I don't know (cue in y'all's reviews lol)A BIG Sorry to any of you who dropped a comment along the way saying the storyline wasn't what you wanted. any mistaken words would be cleared up once the editors resume.Thank you once again for reading and following my books.Lastly: This book led me down a path of self discovery and I realized that the world of werewolves wit
"Who have we come to say hi to again, Daddy?" Taylor inquired glancing over her shoulder at her father who towered above her. He lowered his gaze, beholding the captivating green eyes of his daughter, which mirrored his. A smile played at the corners of his lips and stretched them until his pearly whites greeted the twin, who had a look of inquisition etched to her face. "Well," he began, placing a hand on her shoulder and softly squeezing it. "Grandma," a chuckle that sounded like a rumble from the back of his throat slipped out of his mouth at the question. Taylor lowered her head, returning her eyes to the tombstone that had the name, "Elaine" engraved on it. Her eyes scanned for when her grandmother was born, and when she saw it, she snapped her gaze to her twin sister, Carla. Both girls crouched in front of the tombstone, dropping off the flowers their father had purchased for them. "What killed grandmother Elaine?" Carla asked, throwing a glance of inquisition over her shou
"When are you going to take this off?" Aimee giggled, lightly touching the blindfold placed over her eyes. It was double-folded so there was no way she could see through the material. Curiosity had her senses piqued and she wondered where they were headed as she could feel the vibration of a car's engine beneath her."I have a truth to show you, Aimee, and then you choose." Her professor's voice came back all mysterious and dark, making Aimee roll her eyes.It might end up being another surprise like the one he'd given her a few days ago. That had been one of the happiest times of her life. Lily spent the entire day with them and when she left, she left with the promise not to tell a soul of Aimee's location. "But I wanna see now!" She whined, trying to peek through but stopped when she felt the pressure of his hands on her thighs."Stop." He murmured. "Just a little while longer.""Fine. A clue though?" She begged, shrouded in darkness."Hmmm." He hummed thoughtfully. "Do you trust
“This is perfect.” She adjusted her sunglasses, trying and failing to move around on the sun lounger. The sun was just right, cooking her skin into a smoothed light brown. “You are perfect.” Came the deep masculine voice next to her. She blushed. Hard. Compliments never seemed to come short from him.“Do you want more of that?” he pointed at the coconut milk she’d been sipping since they arrived at the beach on the private property.“Nah, I’m cool.” Her eyes, hidden by the glasses crinkled at the sides from the grin that appeared on her lips. She couldn’t remember when last she felt this happy. Something she thought was never possible for her after everything. “You’re thinking, Aimee.” He sang, making her chuckle lightly. “Remember our promise.”“Fine. Fine. Sorry.” She muttered, leaning over to reach for the sunscreen but she was too far from it. if she could just move her legs so she would be able to…“There. I got you.” He grabbed the bottle and handed it to her. As she took it,
Logan woke up with a start, the jarring screech of the alarm cutting into him like a meat-saw slicing through bone. His eyes fluttered open groggily, staring at the dull ceiling above him as cognizance slowly found him.Fuck. Another day. Another day has dawned. Without her.He showered quickly, got out and as he wiped the steam from the mirror, he took his reflection in with a pathetic blend of disappointment and acceptance. His eyes were hollow and drawn, vague blue-black rings forming semi-circles beneath them.“Maaateee.” He whispered, as he leaned both hands on the sink, trying to say the word the way Aimee used to say it to him. “Maateee.” He knew it was pathetic. But fuck, there was a big hole in his chest that refused to fill up. He shook his head and a sigh rose to his lips.You have got to pull yourself together. Fucking hell he had to. He couldn’t afford to lose his shit like he had that day. No, he had to be strong.He roughly rubbed a towel into his hair, collecting the d
Aimee was sick with worry. She moved her wheelchair to and fro as she counted the hands of seconds with the clock as it ticked by. Where was Logan? He had been gone before she woke up and when asked, Damien said he’d gone to take care of some pack business and would be back before noon.But it was already 7pm in the evening and there was no sign of him. Her heart felt heavy at the thought of what he could be doing that would keep him out this late. She even felt worse because she couldn’t go out to look for him. Her legs were pulsing with pain from how worried she was too. She just felt extremely miserable and lonely. Damien had stayed with her for the most part of the morning but when he tried to kiss her, she’d told him to get out of her sight. He didn’t even seem apologetic after she brushed him off. Aimee knew Damien had changed, had gotten colder and brazen. Anything she tried to talk to him about Ella, he was really cold and gaze little information. He was searching for her, all
After he finished speaking, he took his jacket and wanted to walk towards the door but his vision was so blurry that he could barely see his own fingers held in front of his face clearly..Seeing him like this, Ethan didn't feel comfortable to let him drive, so he hurried over to help him, his eyebrows wrinkled in disgust.Logan’s body began to heat up, and an indescribable sensation pulsed through him."Go to the room upstairs,” Ethan said, supporting him to stand. “You can’t drive in this state.”Logan suppressed the impulse in his heart and said that he had already guessed that he was just not only drunk. Something else was going on.Ethan also noticed it, and his eyes flashed coldly, "Such a problem actually happened in my place! Should I call the doctor?"The effect of this drug was very strong that Logan shook his head, his tone was painfully suppressed, "Take me to the room..."Ethan didn't dare to delay, and helped him out.Nancy’s eyes lit up in the corridor as she saw them s
“Bruce had a change of plans.” Nancy said, plucking at a loose thread on the hem of her dress. She always seemed to only wear dresses. “But I’m going to turn it into my favor.”“Hmm,” Ella said disinterestedly, “What’s that?”“He agreed to my plan of drugging Logan and sleeping with him.” A smirk twisted the sides of her lips. “Bruce thinks I’m only just going to pretend to sleep with him while he takes videos and have it sent to Aimee. He doesn’t know I fully intend to conceive of a child for his brother.”“Where does this put me?” Ella suddenly snapped, her eyes alight with irritation.“I didn’t ask you to rush ahead and turn yourself into a fucking rogue with a bounty prize over her head.” Nancy snapped right back. “Anyway, once I conceive of his baby, Logan will only care about me and then once I have him under my thumb, I’ll make him let you back into the pack and Aimee is yours to do with as you please. Do you still want Damien or you’re done with his bullshit after everything?”
But she was wrong. Logan was trembling from lust. It was sick but seeing her staring at him with such innocence like the first time he’d seen her was driving him crazy. He didn’t want her seeing him getting hard while he had put her on a wheelchair."Oh, oh, fine..." Although her heart was spasming like crazy with hurt, Aimee did not hesitate and tried to control the wheelchair to move backwards, but the wheelchair was not obedient at this time. She tried hard for a few minutes, but she was still spinning in place.She could feel that Logan’s gaze was getting hotter and hotter, like a thick flame that was going to burn her whole body and more tears pooled in her eyes. She was just a crippled omega.She was so flustered that she didn't dare to raise her head and look at him, her face was as red as a boiled shrimp while her eyes were soaked.Gritting his teeth, Logan had no other choice. He threw off the duvet that covered his hard as nails dick and stomped over to Aimee. He stopped rig