48 "Who is she?" Camilla walked into the overly spacious bedroom with a highly decorated interior. She dumped her bag on the couch and crossed her arms over her chest. Sergio watched her without a word. When the security downstairs told him that Camilla was here for him, he thought it was just a mistake. He didn't believe it. She has never visited his house. But here she was, in his room, and he couldn't be more irked by her rude entry. How the hell does she always have to act bitchy?! "Good to see you, too. Camilla. What an unpleasant surprise." He had to drop the Xbox and turn to her. He was shirtless and wearing denim pants. But he didn't bother to cover up. She came here uninvited. So he didn't owe her shit. He'd been home for hours after the mission and as usual, he was back to the only thing that was keeping him cool lately. Xbox. Now he had to drop it for Camilla. She had better have a good reason for visiting him and ruining his peace. "Deal with it." She scoffed an
49Ciara slowly opened her eyes just as the clock ticked midnight. She pushed off the duvet and sat up. For hours, she'd been pretending to be asleep. Scar had checked on her a few times and made calls to Ghost, saying she was sleeping.That only meant one thing — Ghost wasn't home yet. This was another chance to carry out her plans. Her plans to escape.She left the bed and slowly unlocked her door. She tiptoed to the living room and it was also empty. Her heart did a flip. Two steps to the exit, and she felt a presence behind her. She spun around and Scar was standing at the kitchen door with a mug."Going somewhere?" "No." Ciara was quick to get into the act. "No. I was just looking for you." She was instantly all smiles. The kind she's been fooling him with lately. "Here I am." He smiled back. "Wanna join me for a quick chat?" He gestured at the kitchen."Sure." Ciara nodded, nervous as fuck. She joined him in the kitchen and settled on the stool. "Uh…Ghost isn't returning ton
Ghost ran his hands hungrily through her body, grunting irritatedly at the clothes that were keeping him from ravaging her. He groped her boobs through her clothes while his other hand held the back of her neck tightly. With raged tugs, he got rid of her clothes, leaving them in shreds on the floor. Ciara gasped but it got swallowed by his ferocious kisses. She was literally gasping for air but his lips would suck hers right back in, giving her little chance to breathe. His tongue licked up her face like some enraged beast. Then his tongue traveled down her cleavage to her stomach, and she threw her head back, moaning aggressively at the sparks of pleasure letting loose. She was fucking wet and madly craving him thrusting deep into her and filling her up. It was insane that she was craving him so badly but she was. He picked her up, and her legs went around his waist. Her boobs were crushed on his chest as he led the way to the bedroom. Putting her down on the bed, he got rid of
'Mate.'Ghost knew the term. Dr. Studgens, his shrink, had dived into researching werewolves when he first started showing crazy similarities with them. She filled him in. Taught him a lot, most against his will. But if there was one thing that stuck with him, it was the 'mate' thing. Unlike humans, werewolves had a more intense connection when it had to do with the matters of the heart.Their love lives were predetermined by some deity. And when they eventually meet that person, they feel a crazy connection. That person is called a 'mate', and they spend the rest of their lives with that person. And if they ever lose that person, through death or shit, then they would be miserable for the rest of their lives. Ghost always thought it was a stupid and sick bargain. He detested it, having one's life forever tied to another. So right now, hearing her say that word to his face created a maddening rush inside him. "Your…mate?" He scoffed, brushing off the strands of hair on her face.
Chapter 52.Ghost pulled up in his car in the front yard of Don Carianno's apartment. The premises were heavily guarded by their men. He shut the door, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt, which had a few unbuttoned buttons. Glancing around, he started walking towards the building, with long and swift strides. The men bowed as he got closer. "Where's the boss?" He asked, not to anyone in particular. One of them replied. "At the pool."Ghost retraced his steps, hurrying to the pool. He found Don Carianno standing next to the pool, in a white flowing shirt and loose black pants. The cool breeze had the fabrics dancing in the air to its rhythm. He had a blunt between his fingers and was going hard at it, puffing the smoke in the air. Ghost could sense the melancholic aura hovering around him. Quietly, he went to stand beside him, staring into the dark horizons of the night, hands in pocket. They were both silent. "You almost lost your right-hand man, son." Don Carianno began
Chapter 53. Ghost drove out of Don Carianno's mansion, and headed to the hideout, troubled to the bone. He wasn't sure what had him feeling so edgy, but he couldn't shake off the feeling.He took the stairs to where he knew Scar was being treated. Vicious tides of sadness crashed around the walls of his heart as he saw Scar's pale body, still unconscious on the bed. Ghost sat next to the bed, watching him with a wrecked heart. "I'm so sorry, man. Fucking sorry." His apology made him feel even worse. If only he could…nah, enough thinking about it. He could never hurt Ciara like that. It was a painful fact. But Scar didn't deserve this either. So Ghost was left painfully conflicted. "I need you to do something for me, man. I just wish you could hear me.""I can," Scar muttered weakly, opening his eyes and slowly turning his head in Ghost's direction."You're awake," Ghost was ecstatic. For the first time in a long while, he actually smiled. "Thank heavens.""I've been awake for minut
Ghost took a drag of his cigarette and blew smoke circles, watching it dissipate into thin air. His eyes stared off into the distance.“We are here, boss,” someone announced, pulling him out of his musings.He peered through the car window at the tall old building in the distance. “The werewolves live here?” he asked in disbelief.“Yes,” Pedro responded. He was one of Sergio’s men. “This is the mountain ridge pack territory, and that is the pack house.”It wasn’t all that bad, but it was definitely a far cry from his mansion in Italy. The thought that there was a chance that he lived in a house like this was unnerving. He got out of the car, and the men followed closely behind him, brandishing guns.He knocked on the door and waited. Not long after, a burly man stood at the doorway, dressed in jeans and a large robe over his shoulders.He sized him up and down. Something about him struck him. It was like he had met him before, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. “Are you the Alpha of
It was moments like this that made him miss Scar and the rest of his men. With them, he knew he had their unwavering loyalty. His thoughts wandered to him and then to her, the fiery red-haired beauty that consumed all his thoughts. He exhaled. The silence stretched for a while between them before he realized they were waiting for him to say something. "Don Carianno's instructions were to take over all territories and properties," he spoke through clenched teeth. "All territories."Pedro nodded and turned the car on. "If we go north, we go further away from the largest pack, the Red Cross Pack. If we can take over this pack, then we have nothing to fear. The other werewolf territories will fall in line."He knew Pedro's idea was smart. Heck, he had even thought of it. It was the smartest plan to make their work easier. The Red Cross pack had the loyalty of a good number of the small packs in the region. If he could get Ryder on his side, it would be easier to gain access to all the oth
“Did she sanitize this?” Ranya asked, wearing a puzzled look as he stretched the empty paper towards Valerie. She took it and brought the blank sheet to her nose.She coughed slightly, perceiving a deeper scent than expected. “It’s sanitized, sir. The card is too,” she replied, handing the sheet back to him.He accepted the blank sheet, bewildered by why she would send it along with his keys.“Sir, are there any threats of any kind? Should I inform the police?" Valerie asked, watching her boss intently. She couldn’t help but wonder what business he had with the lady in shades.She did not say anything when she arrived because Mr. Windsor had already informed her that a lady would be returning his card, and she was to take it.“I thought I gave her a week?” he asked, walking into his office, scanning through the sheet in his hands to see if she left any hidden message. Valerie watched her boss walk away with surprise overly written on her face. She had never seen that look on him before
“Mr. Ranya Windsor,” Damian said confidently as he walked towards Ranya, his face no longer masked with anger but replaced with a smile. Ranya looked up from the system as the well-dressed man in a blue suit approached his table.“You’re not kidding me, are you?” Ranya asked, gesturing towards the system on the table. “This is a cafe, not your office.”Ranya scoffed loudly, shaking Damian’s outstretched hand, and whispered, “The last time I checked, we were supposed to meet for work. I agreed to this cafe meeting because I know you brought him with you. I can only avoid unnecessary drama by choosing to meet in public.”Damian laughed and took a seat across from his friend. Damian Lillard was Ranya’s cousin, and he chose to work for him due to his political agenda. Being the Prime Minister’s personal assistant had many advantages for a politically minded person like Damian.“I see you’re avoiding questions about Vivian,” Damian remarked, staring intently at Ranya, whose expression turn
The beeping sound of the elevator distracted her thoughts yet again.She vividly remembered the first time she had come here. The elevator had opened, and she had walked out, feeling repulsive with each step she took towards the apartment.After entering the passcode, the one he had asked her to choose three months into the contract, he had wanted her to have access, warning her always to wear a nose mask whenever she visited. Those rules she had adhered to diligently over the years.The door beeped, and it opened. She pushed it open and as she stepped in, the familiar smell of him hit her sense of reasoning, and for some minutes, she felt like breaking down.He had made it clear that it was a contract. A contract with no strings attached. It was so unfair she had to feel this way, and with determination, she decided she was not coming back to his apartment again.The living room was extremely spacious and lively. It used to be gloomy and depressing until she couldn’t bear its emptine
“You’re not doing that, are you?” Emily asked, her voice a little high-pitched, as they were currently in one of the biggest lounges in Texas.She owned a lounge called ‘The Place.’When she decided to name it THE PLACE, Calista laughed out loud, wondering why she chose such a weird name for a bar. What she didn’t know was that her friend actually meant it; she wanted everything to stand out, including the name.Emily’s smartness caught her attention when she went to a friend’s party in college. She knew just how to attract the right person, and her friendly gestures towards everyone captured her attention.“How did your family take it?” Emily asked, nodding her head at the loud music. “I mean, it will be a lot, given the time frame.”“I didn’t give them enough time to process it, Emmy. We’re moving out the day after tomorrow, and that’s it.”“I kind of find you cruel,” Emily added, her voice sounding displeased. “You can’t snatch off a life because you’re afraid he might not come loo
Echoes of the Past“Ranya,” Vivian called impatiently. “I’m sorry, but I can’t refuse. Yang proposed to me, and you expect me to turn him down?”“Vivian, please,” Ranya begged, holding her wrist pleadingly. “I promised I would be so good to you. I would take over Father’s company if that would make you stay. You can’t leave me.”“And to think you thought I was leaving you because you were still struggling is annoying. I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to see it in the news. I love Yang, and I’m marrying him!”Her voice echoed in his head, especially the last word. Now she’s back, and he’s still hopelessly in love with her. The reason he couldn’t move on or open his heart to another was because of her. She had returned, making many promises never to leave.A slight knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. He turned slightly towards his secretary, who silently walked in and dropped a file on the table.“The prime minister booked an appointment, sir,” she announced, steppi
Bargaining with FateThree Years EarlierCalista stood before the imposing doors of the Windsor Law Firm, her hands trembling in the cold air of the waiting room. Her father’s future hung in the balance, and Ranya Windsor was her last hope. Lila, her father’s colleague, had assured her that he could help.The firm was one that loan sharks found quite intimidating. She desperately wanted to save her father from jail, not only because her family name and image would be tarnished but also because she couldn’t bear to watch them take him away. She knew he was not responsible for the allegations imposed on him by Lewiston Corporation.“Miss Calista MacQuoid, Mr. Windsor will see you now.” The receptionist’s voice jolted her back to the present. She took a deep breath and stepped inside, her eyes meeting the icy gaze of Ranya Windsor for the first time.“Don’t mind his cold demeanor when you meet him. He can help you.” Lila’s voice echoed in her head as she walked into the room, the recepti
Fading Echoes of DesireThe weather was nice and fair, especially after the heavy downpour the previous day. There was nothing to worry about as she made her way to the massive building belonging to one of the wealthiest bachelors in Texas, Ranya Windsor.Three years ago was the first time she had visited this place. She was in distress, desperately seeking a way to prevent her father from going to jail. She was troubled and extremely poor. But today, she held her head high, feeling a sense of belonging as her heels made resounding steps toward the receptionist. Despite being a law firm, the building felt more like a suite for people of high status.“Good morning, miss,” the blonde receptionist greeted, smiling sweetly at her. The last time she was here, the receptionist had a curt expression, unlike the friendly one now.“Good morning,” Calista replied, giving her a smile that lit up her face. “I have an appointment with Mr. Windsor.”The receptionist nodded and checked her system fo
EpilogueCiara crouched below and peered into those sad grey eyes. She pulled at his cheeks playfully, "Asher, don’t you just look dashing?"He tugged at his bow-tie and began to whine.Hara walked by carrying a huge cake that shielded her face, "See Asher, Aunt Ciara thinks you look handsome in that shirt. I agree with her."Ciara chuckled. It had been more than a year and a few months since she moved back to the pack, and it was more than she expected it to be. She had felt so much raw pain when Ghost was driven away in that car. She didn’t have a clue of what she was supposed to do. It was just like the first time she ran away from the pack, confused, exhausted. She had known the pack all her life, grown up here, made friends here. Suddenly she had to run from it, from her safe haven, from everyone she knew. Somehow she had managed to pick up the pieces of her life, find some sort of balance, and then Italy happened. She lost her freedom, lost the reins over her life, lost her happ
In a heartbeat, Ghost swung his arm towards Sergio and pressed the trigger. Sergio didn’t have time to react, his face was frozen in shock as the bullet sliced through the air and into his forehead. Before his men could react, Ghost pulled out another gun from inside his shirt and fired at them.Scar was firing from two guns from behind. Ryder leaped into the air and transformed into a wolf, tearing through the remaining men, ripping them apart. His paws with sharp claws sliced through the air as he sunk his teeth into the neck of one of the men, snuffing the life out of him instantly.Three other men emerged from behind the shadows, dragging Ciara, Hara, and Blair.Hara and Ciara exchanged a look, and on Hara’s cue, they elbowed the men in the groin. Ghost fired instantly, and Ryder jumped on the man holding Blair, knocking him off. He tossed him to the side, and Blair ran towards him, pulling him into a hug. He wiped her tear-stained cheeks with his nuzzle. Hara joined in on the gro