They stared at each other for two seconds before Wayne's deep baritone voice resounded in the dungeon.“Come here,” he said to her. She felt chills running down her spine and she gulped. She glanced at everyone in the room and they all seemed to be waiting for her to obey her mate's command. She pinned her lips together and looked back at Wayne who was leaning in his signature position; him sitting in a slanted way, with his head titled to the side and his knuckles supporting the side of his face.Olive overlooked all the faces in the room which were staged on her and she began to walk towards her mate. She reached him and he held out his hand for her to hold. Taking her slender fingers in his, he pulled her gently and she sat on his laps.“Wayne, what is...” she trailed off when she saw his face coming towards hers. Slowly and smoothly, the Big Bad Alpha placed his lips on hers and drew her closer to himself. There was an eruption of shouts behind them as his men made sounds of excit
It was already very late into the night but Wayne had not had any dinner so Olive decided to eat light with him. They were seated casually at their dining table, taunting each other and having snacks.Wayne suddenly said he loved her but Olive turned her head and stared at him like she didn't hear what he said.“I said I love you,” he repeated and she chuckled.“Guess who's equally in love with you?” she asked and he cracked a chuckle too.“Yeah, I know I'm totally lovable now. What else do you women want in a man?” he asked in return with a smirk as he took his coffee mug to his lips.“What are you trying to say here, mister?”He didn't answer and took a cracker instead.“You are sooo not lovable, you idiot. I would have ran for my life if you weren't my mate,” she added and he laughed out.“Weren't you the one who said you would still love me even if I wasn't your mate? Wasn't that just hours ago?” he questioned and she pouted angrily.“Today must be a long day. That felt like days
Cynthia had been called to the Grand Chamber at midnight and she was standing in front of the grand doors at the moment. Her heart was dancing erratically in her chest, but it wasn't a dance of pleasure. This was fear. Immeasurable fear.Why was she called upon? And that too, in the middle of the night? What was this?She took a deep breath and signaled for the guards to open the doors. They did and she stepped inside.As usual, the hall was darkened with only a few torches burning. The Grand Master stood below the raised platform with his hands behind his back. Cynthia wondered why he stood below his stage, and also close to the wall like he was a servant.“Master,” she acknowledged and bowed her knee.“No. Not tonight,” the Master whose hand was outstretched to stop her from acknowledging him stated. He glanced at the entrance by the platform and looked back at Cynthia. Then he placed his hands behind his back again.“Bow, Cynthia,” he ordered and she bowed totally on the floor, fac
Wayne sighed for the umpteenth time as he watched Olive giggling and taking the thousandth picture of the day. Maybe he should not have gotten her the most expensive and luxurious phone created by his pack. The B-Cell was a sign of riches and people, especially those in other packs held it in high esteem. He thought to gift it to his mate since she was without a mobile and couldn't communicate with any of them yet.If only he knew she would just take a thousand selfies instead, maybe he would have postponed it.“What do you think about this one? Is it pretty?” she asked and shoved the phone into his face so he could look at the picture she just took at the terrace.“Olive, you're highly photogenic. All your pictures would be fine even if they're blurry,” he stated with so much tiredness laden in his voice.“Yeah, of course. That's why I'm going to take as many pictures as I can. Because they're all going to be very pretty,” she said and giggled again. Wayne rubbed his temples and sigh
The silence in the room after the officials shouted their consent to what the Media and Public Relations Minister said was deafening.Alpha Knight was not uttering any word but just peered at the officials with a deep gaze that felt like he was checking their internal organs one by one. They were fazed by that stare, but they remained put because they believed he would listen to their request like he always did before.“You reject my mate as your future Luna?” he asked dangerously with his deep baritone voice vibrating the chairs they were sitting on and the table.They each began to sense that the news they had just given him did not sit well with him. His face had turned deathly and the temperature was dropping. His veins had popped out on his neck and forehead and...was that a gold tint in his eyes?“Yes...yes, Alpha,” the Minister tried to affirm in a brave tone. Alpha Knight's men which were behind him were giving him glares and deep stares that could make him pee in his pants. H
Gia was wearing a white dress with lacy long sleeves. She wore white pearl earrings and a matching pearl necklace. Her lips were adorned with a bright red lipstick that was a huge contrast to her pure white outfit. She was wearing a sheepish smile as she walked inside the meeting room in a catwalk that looked forced on her legs. She walked amidst the applause to the table, just beside the Alpha and gave her brightest smile at everyone in the room. She didn't even look down at the Alpha yet but kept giving everyone else a sheepish smile.“Please everyone, you may sit down. You're making me feel so flattered right now,” she said in a honeyed voice and the officials laughed and sat down. The Media and Public Relations Minister left his seat and gestured politely to it.“Please, sit down close to your future Alpha,” he said and she giggled dramatically.“Thank you, Minister Romano,” she said and sat down like a queen beside her king. All these while, Wayne and his men wore a stoic express
“What were you doing before I came in?” Wayne asked as he kissed Olive's neck gently in the kitchen. He decided to not think about how to tell her about the reason for the meeting yet. At least, until after dinner.“Oh, I was feeling hungry. You know I skipped lunch. So I was just going to make myself a thick smoothie,” she answered and he released her.“A thick smoothie,” he repeated and she chuckled then nodded.“See, I already cut the fruits. I was going to blend them when you arrived. You have a smoothie blender here. I was so thrilled when I saw it,” she pointed towards the kitchen counter where she had arranged her fruits in a ceramic bowl. The milk was sitting in a glass cup already and so was the small smoothie blender from his Aunt.“And how do you intend to make a thick smoothie?” he questioned as she took his hand to lead him to the counter.“By using more fruits and less milk. It will be quite thick and more satisfying. Come on, let's c
Cynthia gasped as she stared at the garment in The Baron's hand. He was stretching it out to her but she was too shocked to move her arms and receive it.So he could heal her face? She could be rewarded greatly just for killing someone she always wished to detach from the face of the earth? This was a win win for her.“Thank you. Thank you so much. I promise that I would bring you the head of Olive Roger and listen to whatever you order me to do,” she said while bowing to the ground again.“Tsk, promises. They're so hard to keep but easy to make. I'm fortunate that you happen to be making me a vow. No one makes me a vow and breaks it,” The Baron drawled, causing more and more goosebumps to rise on Cynthia's skin. She gulped nervously and almost flinched when she felt his hand on her shoulder. He was wearing thick leather gloves but she could feel the cold emanating from his fingers unto her arm, despite the fact she was wearing a hoodie.What was this hooded creature? He wasn't a were