I stretched my limbs, my body shaking with stress and a bit of pain from my stiff and numb muscles. After yesterday's training, I didn't expect less.Once I was fully relaxed, I sat on the bed, annoyance and frustration painted on my features. I woke up today in a slightly sour mood, not being able to take my mind off of Jason's devious prank. No matter how much I tried, I was dissatisfied and I could only manage to sleep due to the fatigue I felt.I was horny. And there was nothing to please me other than their cocks. I don't know what stunt Jason was trying to pull, but I'm going to make him regret it, I'm very sure of that. He's going to get his karma sooner than he thinks. He can't possibly think I would let that one slide, does he? I mean, yes I found out he likes me and I get that they have been really busy lately. Still, that doesn't make it right for him to leave me all hot and bothered like that.I deserved payback and I was going to get it. Not only from Jason, but from thr
I could practically see his eyes light up in excitement and arousal the moment he touched my soaking cunt. There was a hint of surprise in them, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. I understood why. Usually, I wasn't the type to take the initiative first, I always followed them and acted along to their whims, so it's understandable for him to feel pleasantly surprised.His fingers were still, pressing against my clit, as my fingers pressed against his. He didn't move his fingers yet, he didn't do anything. And yet, I was shivering like a leaf on a windy day."You're getting bold, hm?" He commented, his deep voice sending tingles down my spine. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know how to act. All I was focused on, was his fingers, pressing against me.Even if I could answer, what would I have told him? That yes, I am bold now? It wasn't about being bold or confident. It was about wanting them so badly, my mind was unable to function without them. It's about wanting to be one
Crackles of a flame could be heard from all angles in the silent, dim lit hall. The aura from it was broody and dangerous, like a repelling force, that caused everyone who passed it to feel fear. In this hall sat Damien, on his throne, his face contorted into one of fury. Ever since his right-hand man, Hagan barged into this same room to tell him the news about Cassandra, he has been severely irritated and everyone was impacted by it. He kills unnecessarily, for the slightest of mistakes. Everyone seemed wary and careful around him, doing so, not to warrant his anger and to keep their heads intact on their bodies. A goblet of blood was placed on his table, though he felt no thirst for it. Instead his mind wandered over to Cassandra, multiple times, taunting him in his head. He regretted multiple times why he shifted his hunt over to the day of the coronation. He wanted her now! He placed his hand on his chin, thinking about that little seductress that had managed to worm her way int
It has been three days since our whole... well, you know, steamy- get-together. Three solid days and I felt completely spent and exhausted. My energy was depleted and I found it pretty hard to carry myself. As a witch, I wasn't lacking in energy at all, especially since I have the amulet, so no, my supernatural energy was still intact. My physical energy, on the other hand, was barely there and it constantly reminded me that witches are still humans even with magic. Strip us of our powers and we become as weak as anything. Which was why I was currently leaning forward into my cereal.A hand pushed my back, stopping me from face-planting into my food. I blinked and turned my back, staring into dark eyes that were glinting playfully at me."Damn, Cass. I think you need some rest," Jake snorted, unsuccessfully trying to muffle his laughter.I glared at his shaking figure, pushing my breakfast back with a sigh. "You think?" That seemed to have triggered more laughter as his chuckles grew
I shivered slightly, leaning against the shelf for comfort. We were so close now. I could feel his breath all around me in this narrow space between the shelves. His presence was encompassing and the electric sensation crackled in the air. All this was triggered because of the words he had said and the action that followed it was on my mind. I looked at the book in his hands, wild thoughts passing through my mind, just at the content of it. I had a whoosh of blood pass through my veins and my heart thumped wildly in my chest, so hard, I was sure he could hear it.My breath hitched in my throat when his fingers pressed against the front of the book, ready to open it. There was a grin on his face, telling me that he was amused by my behaviour. I bit my lip when he finally flipped open the book, ready for what was in store for us.A frown settled on my face. I turned to look at Jake who has an equal expression as I did. Was this...some prank? Blinking twice, I turned my attention back to
I frowned at his retreating figure, my head swirling with thoughts, with mostly anger and frustration dominating it. He is not the boss of me, he doesn't have to control me and whatever I do. I'm not a child.And after all the effort I had tried, just to open the book, the amount of magical energy I poured into it, everything, he wants me to drop it, just because he said so? Fuck that.My fists clenched angrily at my sides and I gritted my teeth hard. Alpha or not, he shouldn't think that he can control me or use me as his puppet. It was fun and all in bed, I actually liked it when he took control and dominated me sexually. It seemed more natural and more of a primal instinct than him forcing it onto me. This time though, he should learn his boundaries. I was a person too, just like he was. And I don't think he would appreciate others telling him what to do.I was an independent person naturally, before the triplets crawled into my heart. Even still, Jared and Jake respected my decisi
Anger clouded my vision. All I could see was red. His mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. I was unable to process it. He was doing it again. Trying to restrict me, trying to control me within his grasp. Does he not realize how annoying that was? Does he not realize how much I just want to..."Argh!" I shot my hands forward towards him, sending a fire plume his way. I watched how his eyes widened in shock with satisfaction. He was thrown on his back immediately and I could see his clothes singe from it.The satisfaction was wiped off immediately from my face the moment I saw him get up with a groan, still clutching to the amulet for dear life. His wounds were healing quicker than I thought, due to the regenerative abilities in his Lycan blood. "Try...all you can, Cassandra. I'm never letting it go, not for one bit. That is, unless you use it only for practicing your magic and nothing else," he groaned, staring at me with determination filled in his eyes.That pis
Steeling myself, I finally decided to go to Jason's room. It's not good to hold grudges and maybe I can pull out the truth from him somehow. The most important thing is to apologize to him first, though. I wasn't happy with what I did, despite my anger and it was eating me up inside. I needed to get it out of my chest and this was the only way to. I patted down my creased dress, swinging my legs over to the side of the bed and letting my feet touch the cold, hardwood floor. I slipped into my little fluffy bunny slippers, already out the door, ready to make amends.The house was silent, unusually so. It was probably due to the tension that filled it and I didn't blame them for it. Honestly, this eerie silence almost made me tug my tail in between my legs and scurry back to my room, but I stood my ground. Nothing's gonna work if one of us doesn't take the initiative to bring peace. One way or the other, we were going to talk to each other someday and we can't avoid the talk and confronta
***Our honeymoon at the resort was nothing short of a paradise. It was wonderful being able to flaunt my husbands out to everyone without living in fear of what people would say anymore. There was the occasional criticism from strangers, but it’s nothing that I couldn’t handle, especially not with my six-foot and above husbands threatening to destroy anyone that antagonizes me on sight.Husbands. The title made me giggle.In a paranormal sense, they were my mates and we were bonded on a more spiritual level than what the basis of marriage was, but it made me happier to call them my husbands, especially since it’s not far from the truth either. They even went as far to give me rings, three of them, which I wore each day and alternated when I felt like it.I was genuinely happy. I loved my life now and I wished my joy would never end. We ate together each morning and went sightseeing, sometimes we would lounge on the beach, and at other times we would go to the mall to shop or to the
It’s been months since the ordeal. Exactly three months since Jake and Jared regained their consciousness and opened their eyes from the coma. I sighed, watching the ocean crash against the shore in slow, rhythmical movements, enjoying the salty sea breeze. I had my mating ritual a week ago and currently we are on our honeymoon. I wouldn’t say that life had been easy on us, reaching up to this point, but I was just grateful that finally, I had my moment of peace and love. When the two of them woke up from their week-long torpor, they were happy, albeit, some of the Lycans took this as a chance to condemn us all. Apparently, the word that the four of us were in a relationship had spread like a wildfire, though we weren’t trying to hide it after the whole event. There was a huge amount of backlash and even when we explained to them that we were mates and even threw in the Red String of Fate theory to them, most of them ignored it and chose not to believe us. It was at that moment th
“Gilda. Let’s not go into hasty decisions,” Jason started calmly as if her words didn’t affect him in the slightest. “You’re an adult and honestly I’m fine with any decision that you make and whatever you find is best for you. I will respect it nevertheless. But do not bring that child into the equation, okay? Leave your baby out of it,” he pointed to her stomach sternly, his eyes narrowed to slits.Her gaze went defensive once again. “What are you talking about—”“Like I said, I will respect your decision, but leave the baby out of it. The baby has to be born before you carry out any plans you have in mind. Because I don’t think Emery would appreciate you doing that to your child, when he was so excited to see them,” Jason said, with an air of finality in his voice. His face and voice were cold and cutting, but it was just exactly what Gilda needed. She didn’t want any pity remarks or sympathetic looks thrown her way, she needed the reality check and Jason gave it to her on a cold pl
Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart monitor beside the hospital beds beeped simultaneously, both soothing and disturbing at the same time. It pained me to see them lying motionless on the beds, but at the same time, I felt a sense of relief, just knowing that they were alive. It was good enough for me. The high-pitched electronic sound was my only hope in the dark. It was the anchor that was keeping me afloat. Without those two shrill sounds, I don’t know what I would do…It has been a week since the war. A week since we buried Dan, Emery and the rest of the people that died in the war. Surely enough, the whole community was thrown into a frenzy. Wails and tears everywhere for their loved ones and families, all the lycans were thrown into despair and devastation. I was still numb from the whole thing. I couldn’t even process that Dan and the others were gone, it all still felt imaginary, like a sick nightmare that I was ready to wake up from. To top it all off, Jake and Jared are in a coma
Jason’s words rang through my head like a siren and I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn’t believe my ears. I couldn’t believe that he would say that and give me up so easily. I looked at Jared and Jake, seeing their faces contorted in pain and agony, that I could also feel from the throbbing of my heart. They were slowly dying. If they don’t get those chains off of them soon, they will die. As disappointed and hurt as I was, listening to Jason’s negotiation, I understood that it was the best alternative.Damien looked surprised, yet at the same time he looked morbidly pleased with the turn out, as if he was expecting Jason to surrender in the first place. “Well, it’s up to you Cassandra. Do you agree to be with me in return for the release of your lovers, or if you want, I could kill them all right in front of you. Choose your pick,” he grinned at me, like he was telling a joke only he knew. I was disgusted.I looked at Jason once again, my chest heavy laden and heartbroken as I tu
Jason instantly turned to the man, giving him his full attention, but I, on the other hand, was finding it hard to keep my blush down. Was Jason just about to say that he loved me? I shook my head and tried to focus on the conversation in front of me. Now wasn’t the time.“…the helicopter is here to pick you up sir,” the Lycan said and that snagged me out of the previous thoughts I was having. “Good. Tell the pilot that I’ll be there soon,” Jason ordered, dismissing the man before turning to me. My stomach churned a bit and I had an idea of what he was about to say next. “Cassandra…I know you may not like this, but I would have to ask you to sit this one out—”“No,” I folded my arms across my chest and flared up at him. I can’t believe that he would tell me something like that. He opened his mouth to insist again, but I shut him down faster than he would have liked. He frowned this time, keeping his expression stern, though I knew that he wasn’t really annoyed with me, he just wante
Damien folded his arms, looking nonchalant and unscathed in the face of the catastrophe all around him. Blood spilled and splattered everywhere, guts and internal juice as well and the smell of smoke and ash with each breath he took. He barely made moves to kill anyone, watching as his men sliced, cut down and were also cut down by their opponents.Any onlooker who was watching Damien would see and notice his calm demeanor, but on the inside, Damien was fuming. One would think that he would be happy from all the chaos caused by him and the upper hand he had against the Lycans, but they would be wrong. He was in a rageful fit.It had been hours since he arrived in the Lycan Territory and began killing his way into the heart of it all. It had also been hours since he got feedback that Cassandra wasn’t even in the Territory at the moment, that she had been long gone since, even before the war started, so there was no chance of chasing after her even if he wanted to. He had tried to pry t
“What?!” Jason growled, the sound reverberating through my bones and it was not in the soothing way I was used to. He was pissed. The veins by the sides of his temple grew prominent the angrier he got, bulging in time with the ones around his arms and muscles. On any other day, I would have taken the time to admire them, but now wasn’t the right time to. My eyes sought his pleadingly, however, he was too far gone in his anger to even see me. “Do you know how risky and dangerous it was, keeping this secret from us?! I can’t fucking believe that you knew this for so long, yet you kept it from us! What the fuck were you thinking?! Do you know if the warlock had bad intentions towards you? Or what…do you really think that you can go toe to toe with him? Cassandra, I know that you are strong, I have seen your abilities and I don’t doubt your strength in any way or form. But I’ve seen his powers first hand and I’m very sure he could overpower you if he wanted to. That’s not even the point
Swoosh. My head felt like jelly as something akin to a rush of wind passed through my brain, leaving me lightheaded. Behind my eyelids, light in circular rings passed through them like a hypnotic wave, forcing me in it, as if trapping me and truly, that’s how I felt. The bed underneath me disappeared and though I felt stable, it seemed like I was floating on air. Even Jason that was in front of me had disappeared, leaving a trail of pixel-like splatters in his place. It was confusing, yet I couldn’t break my focus.Soon, the white light was replaced with multiple films of images swirling all around me. I frowned, wondering they were and what they could mean to me, when a sudden sense of nostalgia and deja vu hit me like a truck. I realized that in these moving images all around, each of them held a picture of me or rather, a memory of me. The ones where I was happy, the moments when I was sad, ones when I was angry, each of them were all inarguably me. It was bizarre, but then everyt