AdoraDamien avoided me all week, treating me like I had a contagious disease. My mental state was deteriorating, and the more he distanced himself from me, the more he hurt my feelings. We could not avoid each other because we were in the same class. It started when one of our lecturers gave us a group project to complete. When it came time to divide into groups, Damien purposefully declined to join my group and instead joined one that was already filled.Our gazes locked, and he quickly looked away. Every time I passed him, I would be acutely aware of his rejection; he would get so interested in his notes or laptop and would even strike up a random conversation with a stranger. It hurt to see how closed off he was.He had a preference for a specific area of the classroom so I arrived early and sat close to his seat. He scanned the room as soon as he arrived, purposefully avoiding the entire row, and sat at the other end. That same day, I met him at the coffee shop. He seemed to h
AdoraMy heart was racing as I hurried forward. It was useless to try to hold onto Nolan because he was stronger than granite. I gave him a punch, grabbed his arm, did everything I could think of, but it was not getting through.I yelled at him while I positioned myself between them, with my arms outstretched to create a barrier. I didn't like that Damien was bleeding."And who is this pig?" I grabbed Nolan's hand and heard Damien's girlfriend yell. Because Nolan was distracted, Damien jabbed his finger in Nolan's face."Please, Nolan, stop this," I begged him while Damien's girlfriend glared at me. The tightness in her face made her skin stretch into a snarl, and I feared that her face might burst open if she didn't stop looking at me like that.Blood trickled from the cut on Damien's brow, and I felt concerned for him. His hands balled into fists as he glared at me."You sent your brother to beat me up, didn't you?" he snapped."I haven't even started with you," Nolan threatened. "I
DamienI stole a glance at Shirley from the corner of my eye as we sat in deafening silence in the car. The atmosphere was so tense, and I felt guilty for causing her such pain.I had no intention of getting intimate with Adora and could not quite put my finger on what it was that was pulling at me, but it seemed like the more I saw her, the stronger my feelings were for her.The mating bond was stronger than anything I had ever felt in my life, and I could not take it anymore.But I owed Shirley my life; I promised never to leave her. It wasn't that hard to do. I tightened my grip on the wheel and drove home.She sat beside me, her posture rigid, and broke into a self-deprecating laugh. Neither in our relationship as lovers nor as best friends had there ever been any awkwardness between us."I promise you, baby—it is not what you think. I know you're upset, but please, we can work this out.""Work what out?" she exclaimed, holding onto her purse as I experienced unbearable heat flash
AdoraA strong silence, the type that felt as if someone had died, descended upon the house. Mom dropped down on the single sofa, slumping rather than sitting straight, and stared at me with concern and pain in her eyes.Grandma kept berating Damien and his mother, blaming herself for welcoming them. Dad walked with stiff dignity, piercing the room and forcing a laugh.I wish he would just stop. I sighed dejectedly, my hands trembling, feeling a sensation of emptiness. I wasn't expecting to see Damien in my house, and I wondered what must have gone down with his mother and his girlfriend. Perhaps the girl went crying to Damien's mother.His mother looked so good for her age, and it was either that she had very good genes or she had gone under the knife. But I could bet it was the second option because her face was lifted, and she was talking through her nose.The woman looked jocular and vain, and I shuddered, wondering how my bond with Damien was going to end.This wasn't looking goo
AdoraMy steps flew up as I pushed through the chaotic crowd, hoping that I could get in because this course was a general subject and the lecture hall was too small.I groaned under my breath at the sound of feet shuffling across the linoleum and backpacks pressed up against me.I made it into class, and Damien was the first person I saw. I hated it when I saw him because it made my breath catch in my throat. He stuffed his fingers into his pocket and smiled before I shoved my face away. He looked great wearing dark olive green chinos, white sneakers, and a light gray Henley shirt.I made a pfft sound in response to his "good morning."Good morning, my ass. As if there was anything pleasurable about finding a mate but not having them.I turned away as he got closer to me. Please forgive me for yesterday, Adora. My mom was out of line, and we had no right to come to your house and threaten you."I pretended to think. “Indeed, there’s no need for an apology. After all, you stood up fo
Adora The week whizzed by, and on Saturday evening, I arrived at the mansion of the Alpha, and a wave of fear pierced my heart.We parked our car next to a white Rolls Royce which obviously didn't belong to the Alpha. The gardens were overgrown and in need of maintenance, and tall trees surrounded the house. I knew her dad had sent Morgana away because her car was missing.We entered through the front door, which creaked open. From the foyer, rooms led off in all directions. Precious memories of the Creek Keeper's pack were preserved in the historic and exquisite pack house."He's in the meeting room," the housekeeper announced, and we headed upstairs. We were greeted by Alpha Carter. Upon seeing Damien and his mother, my heart could not remain still."Welcome, Marion, Kathreena, and Adora," the Alpha announced with a pleasant tone.The silence in the room was tense. My mother sat next to me, her icy fingers encircling mine in a show of support, while my dad opted to sit on the other
ThorIt was a routine to have either breakfast or dinner at least once a week at Jaques's house. In addition to being my mentor and business partner, Jaques treated me like a son.He was a great help to me and, at sixty, one of the few people in the hacking world that I could truly call a guru. I couldn't do much without his help, despite the fact he would constantly complain that I had a young mind and that most of his ideas were out of date.I killed my engine in front of his house, the small cottage with a view of the lake, and stepped outside to take in the fresh air and the scent of garlic, bay leaf, and spices.Though I liked my sister's cooking better, his wife Abigail was an excellent chef. But eating a variety of food was also nice once in a while. Regretfully, Jaques and Abigail lost their daughter Emily during the birth of their twin 9-year-old grandsons.I followed the smell to the kitchen, where Abigail was making lunch, and gave me a big hug. Although I was a great judge
I groaned, "I doubt that," as I grabbed my laptop bag and exited the vehicle. We moved in the direction of the club's entrance, where two bouncers were stationed with metal detectors on their bodies. They let us in, but not before seizing my gun.There was a lot of noise and dim lighting in the club; I could hear people talking and glasses clinking. Smoke, alcohol, and perfume filled the air.This was the hideout for poker, where men would come to gamble on most nights. They could be heavily pierced and tattooed, scarred assassins, or spoilt brats looking for excitement.We headed to the bar where a waitress dressed in fishnets, attended to us. Jaques whistled. He'd been married to Abby for over three decades, and I hadn't bothered to ask if they were fated. In my case, I might have gotten a brief release by sticking my thing inside the waitress, but I had already found my mate and had no intention of betraying her, even though it did not look like we would be getting intimate for a l
Damien's earnest eyes sought mine and when I remained silent, his irises darkened sending me a private message that I was fucking up.There was nothing bad about his suggestion but it wasn't the best option for me. Part of me found the idea romantic and reasonable, but deep down, I knew I couldn't go through with it.Other than putting my family in danger; I couldn't leave Thor. The thought of staying so far away from him was unbearable. So, even though the idea seemed tempting, I had to find another solution.Frustration played across his face and he leaned forward. "Why are you so against the idea of eloping? It's not like I'm suggesting something terrible.”“First of all, it's a crazy idea for you to consider stealing from your mom. Secondly, running away is like putting a band-aid on a bullet wound."Damien's frustration bubbled over. I could feel his sharp eyes boring into me and I knew he was going to explode soon."You're refusing to elope because of him, right? Because of your
AdoraBrooklyn's angry tone made me unsettled and caused an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. There was something about her aura that made me want to run and hide.Even if Damien and I decide to be a couple despite the opposition from his mother, nothing in this world could make that woman like me. Some people are destined to hate and hate with no end in sight. It’s just how life works. Brooklyn hated my mere existence on earth. It was so intense that I was scared for my life. She was wealthy, ruthless, and had a vendetta against me, all because of my bond with her son. I wasn't in the mental space to defend myself or confront her and I hoped this wouldn't escalate into a situation that would have a long-term effect.She walked in filling the whole space already with a pasted-on smile and an unnatural stiffness. She had all the money, power, and connections, while I was just an omega, a nobody. Every word I uttered could potentially be twisted against me. I didn't want any tro
AdoraSomeone yelled Thor's name, interrupting our conversation. He excused himself and I stood there dumbfounded. Every word and promise he made to me hit my core with an impact that left me breathless but confused.My heart felt like it would break if I didn't guard it jealously. I was so close to damning all the consequences and turning rogue just to be with him, but I was too cowardly to do so. My lungs were tight for me and I needed to shake off this heaviness that had descended on me like a blanket. Thor hadn't even spoken to me for five minutes yet my orientation about him and the rogues had changed. If truly alpha Carter killed his parents and he was seeking revenge, none of everything that had happened was his fault. But the part I couldn't shake off was his bold declaration that he was in love with me. Unlike Damien, Thor was sure and nobody could stop him. Isn't that what I wanted?I knew that this was more than the desire into my pants and that if his only desire was t
ThorI took a quick shower after training and I couldn't stop whistling under the shower. The fact that my mate was in the cabin made my cock twitch harder than ever. I was excited to see her take off her tank top and shorts while I spoiled her with pleasure.She was a virgin, no doubt, and would be tighter than any fist. So tight it would almost be painful to work my way inside. She'd be unprepared for the painful pleasure and how my erection would fill her and strip away everything but her need. Then when she gets more experienced, I'd thrust into her so hard that the tendons on my neck would stand out in sharp relief. Holy shit!Just the thought of fucking Adora made the need to explode build in me. It was a rising crescendo but I punished myself by ignoring my cock. I wasn't a big fan of stroking myself and preferred the warmth of a woman's wetness, but my little mate wasn't ready, and because I loved her, I was willing to wait. The sound of the shower filled the cabin with wa
AdoraMy cheeks burned in shame and I felt a thickness in my throat after making out with Thor. The dude was so good with his hands that I felt like I was on cloud nine.We only made out but it felt as though he went all the way. Thor was the son of an ass but by the moon goddess, he was skilled at pleasuring me.I wondered how many women he'd made out to unlock such a level of mastery. My jealous heart hungered to possess his body and soulHe was wearing a shit-eating grin and I flipped him the middle finger.“Do you have a weird obsession with touching me? You almost marked me.”“Key word is almost,” he said with a chuckle. “I restrained myself because of the respect I have for you. Next time, I might not be too lenient.”“It's going to rain,” I started to say but before I finished my statement he picked me up bridal style and kissed my temple. “Hey, put me down. This is fucking embarrassing,” I squealed, wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his chest. “Soon, th
DamienLike a ninja hiding from the prying eyes of people, I crouched low with my back pressed flat against the fireplace. The only sound was my quick and shallow breathing. The darkness made me seem even smaller. My hands were clasped tightly around my knees. This reminded me of when I was a boy and would be sent to the naughty corner for eating too much cake or ice cream.The fireplace was large and slightly weathered on the raised wooden patio of the adjacent building that was part of the main house. Out of desperation, I had to make do with what I had. The patio had doors leading into the house, and it also seemed like the last place my mom would look for me, especially so early in the morning. The outdoor clock mounted on the wall ticked loudly, it was six thirty am. The dreaded rejection ceremony was supposed to start at 7: 30. I glanced at the outdoor bar to my right, noting the glasses and the jug of mojito mix. It was where my bastard stepfather, Clinton, spent most of h
Adora I woke up with a sharp pain stabbing at my chest and my heart squeezed so tight that I was finding it difficult to breathe. Confused at first, I wondered what was happening to me as my chest gasped in pursuit of air. I reached for my chest, wondering if I was falling ill or having a heart attack. Wasn't I too young for that?But then it hit me– today was the day I had to break the mating bond with Damien and my heart was already heavy.The weight on my chest grew heavier and I realized I couldn’t breathe. It felt like I was drowning, suffocating and dying. My eyes began to water from the sudden onslaught of panic and tears threatening to spill from them.Even though I'd been expecting this since forever, it hurt more than anything in the world. I sat up slowly in bed, realizing that I'd soon be alone without a true mate.Thor was a rogue. My family and pack will never accept him.A sigh that sounded like it ripped through my throat came from deep within my chest as I stared ou
Adora Damien's anger grew violent and uncontrolled. His eyes were so wide showing the whites and he let out a guttural roar that made me shriek. He turned around in one motion like a panther about to attack his prey and cupped my chin. At first, I thought he was going to hit me but his arms went around my body like iron bands constricting me. My vision was obscured by the sweat from my forehead dripping into my eye“Damien, please stop,” I begged him. The words sounded empty even to my ears, my throat feeling thick with emotions that I couldn't decipher. My voice shook from fear and anxiety. My throat was dry from rushed breathing and I didn't like this. Damien, with fury darkening his features to a shade that I'd never witnessed. "You're telling me you have another mate?! This better be some fucking twisted joke, Adora, because it's not in the slightest bit amusing at all" Damien growled, sounding more than pissed off. His grip on my waist was getting tighter and my ribs felt
AdoraDumbfounded, I watched Damian's gaze flash with outrage. The fact that he drove to my house indicated a problem. His bearing was stiff and proud but his spirit seemed to be troubled.“What's going on? Are you okay?” My questions spilled out in rapid succession and I felt like some sort of idiot for asking an obvious question.“No, nothing is going on,” he replied flatly. “I just wanted some privacy to talk.'’“Let’s head to the living room then,” I suggested softly. My throat itched and felt constricted, like I was swallowing sand. “We can sit on the couch and talk over a cup of tea. My grandma has the best calming tea ever.”Silently nodding, he trailed behind me into the family room. It was quiet, with the television muted as usual. The ugly paint and worn-out furniture in my house made me feel ashamed and burned my cheeks. Damien's mom was a billionaire. Fifty grown adults could live comfortably in her house. They had money, good taste, and beautiful things. So why would he