"That's enough," I heard him say. Not a second later, the television screen went black and I found myself staring at Enzo's reflection instead, a hand reached out to point the remote towards it.
There was nothing about the press conference that I didn't expect, except maybe for the fact that the marriage was announced a lot sooner than I thought. The unpleasant surprise rendered me speechless and unmoved on the couch with my tightly clenched fists sitting on my lap. I could feel Enzo's sympathetic gaze on me but I didn't dare meet his eyes. I was heartbroken but strangely didn't have the energy to act on it. My eyes stung but no tears ran down my cheek. Despite the rush of a horrible mix of emotions, my head was clear—an idea popped up. "Enzo," I called out. From his reflection, I saw him flinch, his eyebrows raised up in question. "Put me out there.""What do you mean?"This time, I unclenched my fists and stood up to face him. The determination in my eyeDylan, surprised at the sudden contact, immediately held Amelia by the shoulders and pushed her away albeit just slightly so as to not arouse suspicion. They were in front of hawk-eyed journalists after all. The camera flashes made him dizzy, but he still mustered enough strength to force yet another fake smile.To compensate for the kiss that might have been warily cut short, he snaked an arm around her waist before facing the crowd again. His lips felt dirty and a strong urge to wipe any traces of her on his skin with the sleeve of his jacket was getting harder to ignore with each passing second. The remaining sliver of professionalism was the only thing that kept him from doing so."Anyway," he spoke into the microphone. "That is all for today's press conference. Have a good day."As the pair walked out of the stage hand-in-hand, the audience burst into a ruckus of overlapping last-minute questions and camera flashes. Dylan brought up his other hand to cover his ey
When I requested for a full-length mirror in my room, Enzo was quick to comply. Now, I stood sideways in front of it, a hand lifting up my oversized sweatshirt to reveal the baby bump forming on my abdomen. According to the doctor's estimation, I was only about two months pregnant, but the bump looked like I was at least eleven weeks. He reckoned that the werewolf genes of the baby were dominating, thus, it was normal that it was growing almost twice the speed of that of a human baby's.I brought my other hand up to caress it, a small smile forming on my lips as I continued to adore the reflection of the growth on the mirror. Soon, it would be possible to know the gender. I wish Dylan would be around by then.The maternal joy that was only starting to fill me immediately waned at the thought of him. My chest throbbed and my throat tightened. Once more, the image of him kissing another she-wolf popped up in my head. They were unsurprisingly the most famed couple in the country currentl
I opened my eyes to the sound of heavy rain outside.My pulse still thumped loudly against my temples as my breathing fell short and ragged. My cheeks felt cold and I raised a hand to touch it only to realize that I had been crying while I slept which was no surprise at all considering that it was such a horrible dream. There was still that vivid, lingering ache in my heart, but now that I've woken up, I could only vaguely recall Dylan's cold stare. Everything was starting to become a blur. I was thankful for that.I continued to stare at the ceiling whilst I gave myself time to calm down. Listening to the rustling of tree leaves and the pitter-patter of raindrops on the roof, my hands found their way to my abdomen yet again without me knowing.Then, just when I was finally beginning to feel more at ease, my ears picked up on faint thuds in the hallway. Footsteps. They were getting louder and louder with each step so I could only assume that it was heading in th
"Dirty?""I…"The realization sunk in, and the corners of my mouth tugged up slowly to form a smile. "Is it because you kissed another woman?""Y-Yes…"So I wasn't the only one who was bothered by it after all. I sighed in relief and held his chin to make him look at me. Without warning, I leaned in and kissed him on the lips.When I pulled away, I mumbled, “There. Kiss overwritten.”I didn’t give him the chance to recover from his surprise and swooped in for another kiss.At first, he was dubious but I took the lead, moving my lips and slipping in my tongue to coax him deeper into it until his usual confidence was back. I felt his hands on my hair then slowly slide down my back and waist until they were finally caressing the bare skin under my shirt. His fingertips left traces of electricity with every touch.Our lips didn't dare part even for a second, even while I climbed onto his lap. But when he touched my abdomen and felt how big I was getting, he
I woke up to an empty bed. My window was open, letting the morning sun and cold breeze flow into the room. Covering my bare chest with my blanket, I rubbed my eyes and sat up on the bed only to find Enzo leaning against the doorframe. He stared at me with his usual amused grin while holding a tin tray of mugs and plates. My nose caught a whiff of hot chocolate, and my stomach growled. "Good morning," he said, finally pushing himself off of the doorframe and walking across the room towards my bed. I watched as he began to set the plates and utensils on my bedside table. My breakfast consisted of a cup of hot chocolate, eggs, and a salad. "Thanks," I mumbled quietly, burying myself deeper into my blanket. I didn't quite understand how he could act comfortably being alone in a room with a naked woman under her sheets. My cheeks warmed up and I felt self-conscious. "How long have you been standing there?" "Not long." Upon closer look, I noticed a small cut on his lips and a bruise sta
A waitress.It sounded way too easy to be true. Following my gut feeling, I unzipped the garment bag. My knuckles felt something sturdy hidden under the collared shirt so I undid a few buttons for inspection.I found myself staring at a leather vest with an abnormal number of straps to fasten it. I rapped my knuckles against it and true enough, there was a thin sheet of metal tucked in between the two layers of leather. The metal, however, was molded in a way that would definitely outline my body shape, most likely to make it look as less rigid as possible. Merely looking at it was enough to force the fear that I felt earlier to come crawling back up my throat, making it difficult to breathe."Enzo…" I croaked out, unable to peel my gaze off the vest. "W-What's gonna happen at the party?""That vest is obviously for safety measures," he replied. Once again, he had avoided answering my question. Then, he stood up to take the vest from its hanger, ho
"Just make sure to come at the venue as soon as possible," Dylan spoke into his phone while pacing across the hotel room. After an exasperated sigh, he dropped the phone and threw it on the bed.He then let out one more audible sigh while combing his fingers through his hair, which he shouldn't have done. It hasn't even been five minutes yet since their hired stylist fixed it. Realizing this, he plopped onto his seat in front of the mirror. Amelia was sitting beside him, a number of stylists surrounding her, fixing her makeup and hair simultaneously.His fiancée looked at him through his reflection on the mirror. "What happened?""The cake's going to be late," he replied flatly. "The bakery ran into heavy traffic.""I see you worked hard."Dylan did work hard on arranging the party. If it would show that he only halfheartedly prepared for it, suspicion would arise—from his pack, the Crawfords, and the press. After sacrificing
"This is an aphrodisiac," Enzo said, holding up a small plastic bag containing a single white pill. "I'm sure you're familiar with what it does."I exhaled as I struggled to stand as straight as I could. The metal vest was heavy, but it wasn't heavy enough for me to have trouble lugging it around. The rigidness of the vest was forcing me to straighten up my back at all times which for me, given my bad posture, was even harder to do consistently in long periods.The party hasn't even started yet but here I am, striving to just stand up properly without breaking my back. When the head server stood up on a chair to grab the staff's attention, the kitchen went silent and everybody's heads turned to him. I felt a tap on my shoulder and craned my neck to find James smiling at me.Leaning down to whisper in my ear, he said in hushed tones, "You okay?""Yeah," I nodded. I opened my mouth to say more but the head server started shouting some last-minute i
Felix watched the cherry blossom trees through the window. A book that he was supposed to read sat on his lap, but the last thing he wanted to do was study. The weather seemed too nice to spend the day doing something as exhausting as studying. If his tutor would allow him so, he would’ve run out to the grassy field outside and laid down as pink petals rain over him while he admired the clear skies. He heard the door creak open and he failed to suppress his groan. Begrudgingly, he took his book and opened it to a random page to pretend that he had been doing what he was supposed to be doing all this time. “It’s been a while.” He looked up from the page he was staring at and found Addie hovering by the doorway. She was wearing a dress and light makeup while a small smile hung on her lips. It was his first time seeing her in a couple of months, and in such garb at that! Felix let his book fall onto the floor as he jumped out of his seat to run to her. A
“So, you’re still not over that plan of yours to convince humans to cooperate with us?” Addie questioned Enzo with a raised eyebrow. She sighed and leaned against the backrest of her chair. “I thought we were going to use the high-security personnel? They don’t hire humans for that.” “You see, that security team’s strength is in numbers,” the werewolf began to explain. “They are excellent individually, of course. But their strength is amplified by much because they work as a single unit.” “And so?” “Dylan. Ash. Ethan,” he said as he raised a finger for each name before pointing a thumb at himself. “And me. We’re going to be taking them on one-by-one, as much as we can.” Felix gasped in amazement. “Wow, really?” “Yes. Then…” he leaned towards the table, pressing his palms against it for support. His red eyes glinted with mischief, just as it always did whenever he comes up with an idea he’s confi
Addie took a cautious step back into the hut. At the opposite corner of the room, she found her father sitting on the floor with his hands handcuffed behind him. She expected Felix to at least land a punch, but surprisingly, Mr. Barlowe was unscathed. She wasn’t certain whether Felix being able to overwhelm her father by his pheromones alone was frightening or impressive. The scent of familiar pheromones still lingered in the air, but it wasn’t enough to make it difficult to breathe. To her right, she saw Felix opening a window to air out the room. She then removed her helmet and goggles to properly meet his gaze. “Hey,” he said with a small smile. With a tilt of his head, he gestured towards Mr. Barlowe who was sitting silently in the corner. “If you want to talk to him, you should do so before he passes out.” That’s when Addie realized that Felix had deliberately avoided leaving any noticeable injury on her father out of consideration for her. She smiled ba
Addie realized that it became easier to breathe. Her lungs didn’t burn and the lightheadedness was gone. She took a deep breath and true enough, Felix had stopped emitting his pheromones. He was only a half-blood but his pheromones could easily overwhelm full-blooded werewolves. She shuddered to think about just how strong his father, Dylan Hayes, was. “Do you feel better now?” Felix looked up at her, his eyes back to their ordinarily dark hue. Without the golden eyes, his features were prominently Isabella’s. “Yes. Thank you.” Then, they pulled away from the hug. He thought about how nice it felt while it lasted and was guilty for thinking that his sudden pheromone outburst had at least amounted to something. Felix grabbed his goggles and helmet that were left abandoned on the dirty floor moments prior to put them back on. But just when he was about to, Addie spoke. “About earlier…” His hands froze and he felt her gaze on him, but for some re
It had only been a few months but the nostalgia hit Felix harder than he expected. It was difficult to properly look at the familiar poorly maintained streets and shanties through the dark tint of the van windows and his oversized goggles as they drove through. There were a bunch of stalls and carts set up on either side of the road, just as it always did at this time of the year. Though many were still skeptical about the whole werewolf-human coexistence propaganda, it had become a tradition to treat the presidential visit in the outskirts as some kind of a festival. Some stalls had a display of an assortment of homemade delicacies while others advertised fun games. Felix remembered running around the neighborhood as a child with a few loose change in his pocket. All the games and food made him excited so James would make him wear contact lenses despite his protests. When he grew older, they would have their own business set up on the road instead of celebrating. Ei
“It might snow today.” Felix turned to his right and found Addie. She had her head tilted up to join him in staring at the night sky. Thick, gray clouds made it impossible to see a single star. “Seems so.” “You nervous?” She craned her neck to meet his gaze. He should’ve felt embarrassed to be caught staring, but he kept the eye contact, letting himself drown into her now -familiar silvery eyes. Addie stared back, a small smile slowly making its way to her lips, “You’re nervous.” “Does it show?” “Yes,” Addie held up a hand to cup his face. Gently, she grazed his cheekbone with her thumb. “Your eyes turned yellow again.” She had her hair up into a ponytail and he wondered whether the cold wasn’t bothering her at all, so his gaze trailed down to her red ears then to her bare neck. Wordlessly, he took off his scarf and wrapped it around her. She seemed to be surprised at the gesture but grateful nonetheless. It was the scarf his mother ha
Isabella’s bullet wound had reduced into an almost-scar. There was still some noticeable redness and swelling on her skin, but she already regained full mobility on her right arm. Nonetheless, when she decided to finally get out of bed that morning, Dylan insisted on assisting her. Despite finding his concern flattering, she couldn’t help but get slightly annoyed at the exaggeration of it all. Craning her head to her left, she cocked a brow at her lover who had a strong arm snaked around her waist to support half of her body weight as she walked. “Dylan, my injury is on my shoulder. Even if my wound isn’t healed yet, I can still walk just fine on my own.” It took a few weeks for his pheromones to heal her wound as the bullet was lodged quite deeply into her flesh, almost penetrating through her back. But for a human, that was already more than impressive. “But…” he looked back at her with a frown and an adorable subtle pout. “What if you fall and hit
“You should live on without me.” Dylan’s voice echoed in her ears, drowning out the sound of the breeze blowing and the curtains flapping. Amidst her shock, she only had enough strength to slowly shake her head and say, “No. I-I don’t want to.” “Without my pheromones, the first few months would be difficult,” he smiled wider as he explained, but the bitterness in it and in his voice was still evident. “But since you’re human, your body can adjust to it slowly.” No, that’s not what I meant, she thought. Tears blurred her vision, and the painful lump in her throat didn’t allow her voice to come out. Isabella wanted to argue or move to embrace him and keep him from leaving. How can I live without you? He cupped her face and wiped away her tears with a thumb. His touch was gentle…too gentle. It felt as if he was paranoid about bruising her skin again. “After all, this bond wasn’t meant to happen in the first place.” His
The sound of the gates creaking open gave Isabella the strength to snap out of her fear and push Lucas away. She spotted a familiar figure standing by the gates through her peripheral view and she swore she felt her heart drop to her stomach right then. Slowly, she turned her head and, true enough, Dylan was right there, out of breath and shooting daggers at Lucas with his dark eyes. Lucas, confused and annoyed at the interference, followed her line of vision and found the werewolf standing a few yards away from where they sat. He sighed and stood up, returning the same menace he was giving him. “I assume your Isabella’s husband?” “D-Dylan…” Lucas briefly looked at her past his shoulder before scoffing at him. “‘Dylan’? I heard people around here call you ‘Kent’.” Dylan didn’t bother replying. He turned his gaze to Isabella, who remained frozen in fear on her blanket, and took brisk steps towards her. He noticed how her eyes darkened with his every st