AdoraOn my way to the lecture Hall, I could feel Damien's eyes on me, burning through my skin. I didn't want to look at him, but I couldn't help it. I glanced up and saw him standing near the entrance, his hair falling over his forehead, his green eyes piercing me with longing and pain. I quickly looked away, feeling a surge of emotions; hating him for choosing her over me, hating myself for still wanting him, hating Thor and his fucking sexual energy. I knew it was best to not raise my hopes and avoid him as much as possible. But it was hard, so hard, to resist him. So I made my way to an empty seat near the back, deliberately choosing a spot far from Damien. The lecture ended and I gathered my things, eager to leave. I needed to grab a book from the faculty library for my assignment. I hoped I wouldn't run into him again. But fate had other plans. As I walked towards the library, I saw him browsing the same section I was heading to. He was holding a book in his hand, reading
DamienI hated visiting my mother's office. In addition to owning several designer stores and event centers, she also owned an oil well and a transportation company. In case something happened to her, she wanted me to know everything there was to know about them. I followed her into the boardroom where a dozen of her employees were waiting for us. Other than a few photos of my mother holding various honors and certificates, the walls were blank. She looked like a fierce businesswoman, wearing a red suit and matching pants, with her hair pulled back into a stylish bun and sparkling jewelry.It was an extremely dull meeting. My mother talked endlessly about company policies, objectives, tactics, and other things that I did not know or care about. I tinkled with the fountain pen on the table, poured water into my glass from a pitcher, and tried not to yawn. I fell asleep to the soft hum of the air conditioning.I missed something someone said, but the others leaned in to nod and whisp
DamienSitting on the edge of my bed, my fingers drummed anxiously. I wondered if I could have an arrangement like Clinton's. Adora could be my mistress and then I would marry Shirley. I programmed everything in my head, but I felt doubtful and incredulous. Adora didn't look like someone willing to settle as a mistress. She deserved more than that. I heard the hoot of a horn and thought my mom was back, but it was Shirley. I halved the distance to her, and she walked in with an adorable pout."You look beautiful.”An apricot-colored blush crept from her neck to her brow, and hands locked against my spine."Thanks, baby. I called you earlier, but you didn't take or return my calls.""Oh, I'm sorry. I was with my mom.""The board meeting," she gave me a knowing wink, and I groaned.Her hands locked against my spine. I felt uncomfortable but didn't pull away."I promise to spend more time with you," I said, whispering into her hair, and her soft curves molded into the contours of my bo
AdoraThor's presence made my chest rise and fall rapidly, barely drawing in enough air and making my heartbeat thud in my ears. I felt a chilly fear, and my eyes darted around to be sure that neither Morgana nor Damien were following my movements. I didn't know Damien too well, but Morgana was highly discerning, and years of being friends with her exposed all my body language to her.She always knew when I needed help; unfortunately, this case was beyond me. While moving, I pressed one hand against my chest and spread my fingers wide, as if to physically slow my racing heart. Surely, if I were as old as my grandma, I would have suffered a heart attack from all that has happened to me.Thor could tell that I didn't want to come directly to him. Feeling an overwhelming sensation, a shudder shook through my body like an electric current. My throat wasn't even cooperating at this point because it was choked with all the worst-case scenarios.The possibilities of this ending very badly w
Adora Thor's lips pressed tightly together, and his chest rose and fell as he tried hard to contain his feelings.I was so stupid to have opened my mouth; to blurt out that Damian was my mate, and now I was putting the innocent guy's life in danger.Flinching as if the air had turned colder, my eyes darted to the side, and my fingers twisted together. The corners of Thor's mouth pulled down to one side in a grimace while I pasted on a smile of nonchalance."This better be a lie," he said with a low tone that sent chills up my spine, "because if it's true, all I feel for that guy is pity. I'm never sharing you with anyone, dead or alive. No one would dare to challenge me."He sounded so vicious, and his voice dropped to a dangerous octave, each word measured and cold."Is that a threat?" My chin lifted, and my voice steadied, gaining strength."No, my darling. It's a fucking promise. Tell whoever it is to reject you if he values his life."His hand extended quickly, and his fingers gr
I was enjoying my sleep when the loud ringing of my phone woke me up. Groaning, I turned away, covering my face with my pillow and hoping the caller would give up and let me sleep.The phone kept ringing, piercing the silence of the room. Annoyed, I wondered who was calling me at this ungodly hour when I was supposed to be enjoying my sleep. My hand fished for the phone on my bedside table, almost knocking out my lamp.When I looked at the screen, it was Morgana calling. My heart picked up, and I answered the phone. Before I spoke, I heard her crying from the other line."What's wrong, Morgana?" I sat up, terrified and concerned for my friend. She kept crying and blubbering."Please calm down and tell me what happened," I said, getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom while holding the phone to my ear. I splashed some water from the sink on my face and stared at my messy hair."You need to come right now," Morgana sobbed. "Please, my dad is going to kill Kevin.""Oh, shit."I hu
Thor's pov I strode into the field, my boots sinking slightly into the grass and dirt, barely noticing anyone. The teenagers, my rough-edged charges, were deep in their training, their focus split between combat and stealth. They expected me to encourage them and blow my whistle as I did every other day, but my mind was elsewhere. All night I couldn't stop thinking of what Adora said. Who was her second mate? Who was the fucking bastard?The need to know every detail about him ate at me, turning my mood dark.I caught the wary glances the teen boys shot my way. They were used to my high fives and words of encouragement. Today, they'd find none. My gaze was harsh, my mood fouler than the cold biting at the air. I couldn't care less about them. Without warning, my anger found its voice. "Enough whispering! Get back to training, you pussies!" My command echoed, harsh and unwarranted. A kid, barely sixteen, flinched at my tone but quickly resumed his stance, his sword wavering sl
AdoraI stepped into the kitchen and the aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the air. My mom stood by the oven, wearing an apron.Not speaking a word, I headed to the refrigerator, reaching for the door handle, but then noticed a sketchbook lying on the counter.Curious, I grabbed it, flipping through the pages and admiring the very beautiful designs. They looked magazine-worthy, and I wondered who drew them and why they were here."Did you buy this?" I asked my mom. She turned around, blushing and looking very nervous."Hold on, Mom. You own this?" I asked her, my mouth gaping open in shock. "They are so amazing."Caught off guard, she scratched the back of her neck. "Oh, they're not. Just some basic designs that I do.""But why are you hiding this? I had no idea you could do this. This is incredible!""It's just a little hobby of mine. I've always dreamed of having my own fashion store.""Then why haven't you opened it?""It's not that easy, honey," she shrugged. "I don't know. Ma
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