Twenty years later A/N: The epilogue is written in the third person POV, so please get used to the head-hopping as I'd love to show a glimpse of each character's life. Ashanti’s smile widened in approval as her guests congratulated her on her latest gold mining company. She was courteous with some and friendly with others. Some people were jealous of her achievements. She was listed as the richest woman under fifty in the latest Forbes edition. Her wealth wasn’t a secret. The humans knew that she had a huge gold mine tucked somewhere secret in the world. There weren’t many rich people like Ashanti and she wasn’t one to be embarrassed by her success. She had over ten gold mining companies, a gold refinery where raw gold ore is processed into pure gold bars, coins, or other valuable forms, a jewelry manufacturing industry specialized in producing gold rings, necklaces, and bracelets. Een, her step-son, founded a gold trading company that buy and sell gold bullion and coins onl
Elen sat in his newly decorated office, surrounded by high-tech gadgets. Though he wanted to be a football player or do something related to sports as a child, his childish fantasies faded as he grew older, when he longed to be like his dad. His dad supported him by teaching him everything he needed to know and taking him to tech boot camps for children and teenagers to sharpen his mind. His dad, who was still in his early fifties, had mentioned retirement several times. Elen was fine with taking over Wolfgang while handling his online gold company, but he still enjoyed working alongside his dad. He took off his jacket to focus on developing a programming language while wearing a white shirt and tailored black pants. Tech came as easily to him as breathing. He was deep in his work, and his fingers danced around the keyboard when the door opened, and Jennifer walked in with a radiant smile on her face. Jennifer was Uncle Ken and Harrison's adopted daughter. They fell in love with the
Maya slowly shook her head, holding her palm out to the light and staring at her claws. The tips were sharp and curved, tinted a deep shade of ebony that contrasted with her fair skin. Her lips curled in disgust, finding it unpleasant. She sighed and covered her hands with gloves, as it took at least an hour for her stupid wolf to let her return to human form. She longed to be free of her wolf side, and the idea of having two personalities repulsed her; she needed to shed her Lycan traits and become fully human. Based on her limited research, she had a few options. She could either ask a powerful elder Lycan or a shaman for assistance with spells and rituals, or she could undergo genetic modification. The second option sounded more reliable, but she had no idea how to proceed. She lay on the bed in the center of her room, gazing at the art and expressive paintings. Maya had struggled with her studies, particularly arithmetic, which made her dislike going to school. Her dad discovere
Elen's ears caught the distant angry voices of his stepmom Ashanti and his sister Maya from upstairs. Although Ashanti was very busy and tried to make time or compensate by buying gifts for Maya, Elen knew that Maya needed more. He could intervene, but he had learned that sometimes it was good to let people thrash out issues without involving himself, and more importantly, he longed to initiate a relationship with his sister's friend. He felt a strong awareness of his heartbeat, and his fingers ached with the need to touch her. He stole glances at her, admiring the way she sat with poise as she waited for her friend. She sipped her juice softly, but when Maya's voice echoed again, she became uncomfortable while Elen pretended not to hear his sister's voice. He could tell Beatrice was curious about what was happening. "It sounds like they're arguing," she shifted in her seat, fidgeting with her fingers, and Elen chuckled lightly. "Oh, that's just the usual banter between mother and
Chadwick happily whistled as he climbed the stairs to his room. Even though he felt sorry for his daughter who was going through a crisis, he couldn't help the excitement he felt because it had been so long since Ashanti was home at this time of the evening. They were bound to have a good time, just like the old days when she was wild and carefree and fucked him like a stallion. He remembered how when they made love, she would orgasm like a woman in a trance, her eyes rolling back into her head. And she would gush like a fountain, squirting her fluids all over his cock and exclaiming about how wonderful it felt. She was so sweet back then, and he looked forward to returning home. That seemed like such a long time. He could see how the years had affected his baby girl. Ashanti had become a real woman, a devoted wife, a good mother, and, most importantly, a business tycoon. Outside of sex, their relationship was fantastic; in fact, he doubted that any couple he knew could compete wi
Ashanti's respect and reverence for her husband vanished the moment she saw him consume pornographic content. He looked very guilty, like a child caught stealing, and she gave him a cold, emotionless stare. Listening to him apologize caused a roiling heat in her stomach, and she bit the inside of her cheek hard to keep from lashing out or saying something she would regret. "How could you even consider betraying our trust like that?" she yelled, accusing him mercilessly. "I don't understand how a man of your age and status could stoop so low." "Now that's not fair," his voice started to rise, but she clamped her hands over her ears, shutting out his voice. "I have no justification whatsoever for what you did, and I don't want to hear your explanations. Are you aware that what you did is similar to cheating? You've disappointed me beyond words." He followed her back to her room, and she had no idea how she had woken up and gone straight to Chadwick's study. She had no intention of m
Ashanti prepared a small backpack for the journey ahead, carefully choosing a few clothes, skincare products, and work tools. She was unsure how long they would stay at the Lycan pack. The more she thought about this trip, the more certain she was that she was doing the right thing. Chadwick's desire for random naked women on the internet was beyond her tolerance. Ashanti couldn't ever imagine herself lusting after other men. She loved her husband too much. Mumbling under her breath, she grabbed a coffee brown suitcase and began storing her clothes inside. They were to leave for the Lycan pack in the morning, and Ashanti hoped that the journey would persuade her stubborn daughter that being a Lycan was nothing to be ashamed of. She stopped when she heard her husband's footsteps approaching the room. Whenever he was happy, he whistled and sneaked up on her, but now, he walked in like a meek lamb as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. A tightness formed in
The crowded airport's parking lot was disorienting even after Elen had paid a ridiculous fee. His patience was wearing thin because he had to go back to the office to sort out the truckload of work waiting on his desk. But it seemed he would have to spend some time stuck at the lot because the car in front developed a flat tire, and both cars by his side were tightly closed, making it extremely difficult for him to drive out. He stood there, wiping sweat off his brow, and a sad smile formed on his lips when his mind flashed back to how his dad disappeared all of a sudden so that he could have time to woo Beatrice. The image flashed, and he shook his head amused. Although he liked the girl and felt slightly hurt by seeing her, he was never going to force himself on anyone. The airport employees patrolled the area, and one of them came to help out the guy whose tire had gone flat. To kill time, Elen walked around on the pavement, feeling the warmth of the sun beneath his shades and