Sophia's pov.Caelum lights a fire up in me.“Ouch.”Caleum lights a fire I cannot deny.“You like that Sophia.”The sounds of us making out are nothing short of violet and filthy. Caleum kisses me like a man starved. Like he’s been starved of the sun and my mouth brings him sunlight. Like he’s been starved of air and my skin is his oxygen.Like he’s going to devour me. Completely.Totally.I moan because each time he nips at my lips, each time his hands come in contact with my hips, each time his tongue snakes around mine, each time he pulls my lips in, it feels like my brain sparks with this indescribable pleasure.I hear Caelum groan too, my name nothing less than a prayer on his lips, because this isn’t making out, this is war.He prays my name, so he can win this war. He doesn’t give me the chance to be able to form his on my lips because I can barely get any words out. He’s not giving me the chance.I can feel something underneath me. My body is as sensitive as an unstable emo
THE SPINERIDGE MANSION.Violet’s pov.“No.”I tap Alpha Ulric’s arm repeatedly, panting heavily as I do so while he slams into me.Ulric’s grunts give me a wild beating in my pulse because I know what is going to happen when he starts grunting like this. I feel him slam into me, over and over and over. Sometimes he manages to hit some pleasure spots, and other times, he just keeps on thrusting, despite my discomfort, despite my winces.He has his hand tangled in my hair and I have my back arched, on my hands and feet while he stands at the foot of the bed, thrusting relentlessly.I moan despite whatever I might be feeling. The moans are necessary.Ulric’s grunting comes faster again and I tap his arm again, try to push him away, his thrusting becomes faster and as always, it’s like the tapping only spurs him on, the pushing only makes him even want to be closer, the struggle… the struggle just makes him want to have his wayI mutter my final lines in this scene as I feel Ulric swell i
Violet’s pov.Alpha Ulric and I catch a shower together, and the experience is magical. All the while I can't stop thinking of how many times we’ve done this. Of how many times I've become his go-to. He promised me he would give her up for me, and he did. He kept to his promise.He wants me to go up against her.I will.She’s the old while I am the new.She didn’t know how to keep a hold on her man. I know how, and life is a battle of the fittest. I am the fittest.“Ah, Alpha Ulric!”“Moan my name baby.”My thoughts veer off track with the way he handles me, and he groans again, pushing me against the cold glass walls.I notice how this bathroom is also so well suited for this act and I chuckle to myself. Alpha Ulric bites my ear and asks in that husky tone, “Is something funny, Violet?”I can sense a tinge of danger in his tone so I craft my response as carefully as I can.“I was just wondering, does it ever cross your mind, that this bathroom was restructured with the thought of ba
Sophia’s pov.“This is very weird.”The sun is brilliant today. The air from the open windows is borderline rejuvenating, but Alora does not hesitate to say whatever is on her mind and I hate her for it.I glare at her, and while she returns my glare she thankfully leaves me the fuck alone.She turns to Caelum instead,“Why is she blushing? And… is that color on your cheeks, Mr Maximoff?Did you two bang last night?”Caelum’s head snaps up from his book immediately and there’s a very dramatic rise to his nose. He looks like he’d strike her down with thunder from his eyes if he could.Alora scoffs and before I can tell her maybe she’s poked him just enough, she remarks in a biting tone, “The book you’re reading, it’s in French.”Caelum’s response is sharp, “I understand French perfectly.”“And it doesn’t matter that it’s also a collection of fairy tales, does it?”I want to say she has him but again Caelum’s response is just as sharp, “I like a good story where I can find it.”Alora sm
Alora does not trust me. And that's so smart of her.Right as we leave the house, she lets me take control of the wheel even when I tell her I might not be the best at driving. She tells me quite frankly, "I don't believe you", and I chuckled at the time…“Hey watch it, lady!”The man’s angry shout goes right over my head because he was the one not in his lane!"You really don't know how to drive do you?"I shrug and keep a firm hold on the steering wheel so it doesn’t veer off track. I wouldn't want us to get to our destination looking all bloody and in pieces.My plan for today revolves in my mind and I can't say why but it annoys me. It doesn't just annoy me, it makes me feel like this won't work.I thought going to Alvin had been the best choice earlier - thought he would at least look at the fact that he has known me for a far longer time than he did Ulric, but instead, he tried to lay his hands on me.I also thought Alvin would have the common sense to know that siding with me
Alpha Joran and Luna Margery of the SIlvershine pack live in a place that’s the picture of grace and perfection.Every single time.I hear Alora suck in a breath as we break out into the indoor garden and a butterfly flutters near her. She’s fascinated, the same way everyone else is when they come here.I look at this place, these constructions, beautiful, all of them, from mine and Ulric’s home to Ariana and Alvin’s, then now to this, an older werewolf couple who appreciate beauty as much as much as everyone else, even more. I wonder at the vanity of it all.I’m not saying people shouldn’t enjoy nice things. I enjoy nice things myself.I’m just saying there’s an obvious extravagance to the lives we lead, and while the exterior might look pretty, the interior holds a lot of nasty things sometimes.Luna Mar’s eyes meet mine and I walk over to them. No one would think for a second that this woman was older than I was. No one would believe it… and why should they?She only looks younger
~~~~~~~~~~~In the world of shifters, there are certain rules that are not meant to be disobeyed.Certain rules that are meant to keep us in check and balance how we use our powers.It is especially so, when it concerns those in positions of power, and one of those rules is that under no circumstance, under no circumstance should a Luna be taken captive by anyone of another pack. Be it the Alpha.Be it the Beta.Be it a fellow Luna.I direct my gaze to Luna Margery to find a smile on her face, not the kind smile now, this smile is different. It’s the smile of a woman who has dreamt of doing this for a while now. I want to smile back but I can't, because Alora’s here.I don’t want to endanger her more than I have. Luna Mar makes a tsk and shakes her head derisively,“Let me guess, you thought you would waltz in here, get a seat, engage in that little battle of wits with me, and go home.”I try to keep my voice mellow as I respond, “I came to ask to see Malachi. Nothing more than that
c“Luna Sophia!”Alora’s voice is tinged with panic as she exclaims and I can tell that the same thing happening to me is what is happening to her.Rough hands grab me from behind, hoisting me up by the hair painfully before capturing my arms behind me and holding them there. I can already smell the rank sweat of a male thug, I can already feel the heat radiating off his body, and then there’s that light scent that comes into the air.Alpha Joras and Luna Mar sit with smiles on their faces. Only Alora’s struggle can be heard but I know she can’t escape. I can tell her how futile making an effort will be already, because I've been in this situation before.Countless times even. It’s always just a different genre of the same situation.“You and your little minion will be escorted to a room, here, in my mansion. You will stay there, at my mercy, and then when either I or my Alpha decide on what to do with you, we’ll contact Ulric for the go-ahead. It’s obvious he has no further use for y