*AALIYAH* The best night of my life was like last night. Beyond description, I experienced an exhilarating rush from being in charge of the alphas and the hub of all activity. I participated in sex-ling rather than just watching it. I couldn't help but picture Shelly's reaction: her gagging, her grimace as though she had just witnessed the most repulsive thing imaginable. I do miss her."Aaliyah, dear." Nikki enters quickly with a basin of flowing water. "Don't try to convince me otherwise; I'm here to take care of you." She gives a heads-up.She's upset that I prevented her from bathing me. To my satisfaction, I wished to remove the semen from my body by doing that by myself.“You win.” I didn't contest. Hell, my bottom region and mouth still hurt the worst! The rush outweighs the discomfort. I am partially covered by a thin cloth while I lay on my bed. She squeezes a little water out of her napkin after soaking it in the bowl of water. I groan and take pleasure in the entire strok
*AALIYAH* Three weeks have passed since the wild sex-ling, and I still haven't found myself. It feels like my body systems belong to someone else. Thanks to Nikki and Linda, who always assist me with the majority of things—down to helping me feed myself and get out of bed—I lost my appetite, generally feel weak, and can hardly manage my own activities. Nikki never ceases making fun of the fact that I took on more than I was capable of. Even though the alarm went off hours ago, I'm still in bed, shivering one minute and running a fever the next. When I was meant to have my daily flexibility workout or bath, I was unable to. The three alphas appear concerned, whether because they actually care or because they are unable to enter my body as a result of the disease, but in any event, this illness is oddly what I needed because I have run out of ideas for getting rid of them. Toast to more time! “According to what I overheard Lady Sasha saying this morning, the physician will arrive s
*HECTOR* I'm concerned since Aaliyah has changed so drastically. She has a mind of her own, though I knew she wouldn't be able to take the stress that comes with her wild thoughts, I also knew she would lose it if I tried to intercede, even if it would have been in her best interests. Despite the fact that the guards have informed me of the physician's coming, my curiosity prevents me from waiting indoors, until Aaliyah informs me of the meeting's outcome. After that night, a lot of things changed. She ceased being a maid, so she no longer gets to clean and take care of my needs, in addition to becoming odd. It's challenging getting used to a day without her arguments, touch, or fragrance, or to a strange dawn without her. There is a knock on the door, a familiar scent I've gotten to miss locks around. I sniff, to be sure I’m not hallucinating. It doesn't go away with my doubts. In a rush, I open the door and I was right, it was her... The one who makes me want her so badly even w
*AALIYAH* Could Nikki be waiting for me at the opposite end of the room? I see her standing there. Possibly, I suppose. She's trying to make up for those lash outs, but she shouldn't worry; I've always known her to be sweet, so one argument won't change anything—not that I didn't deserve it anyway.“How long have you been standing there, Nikki?”“As long as you can envision." She smirks.I encircle her with my hands and take comfort in how warm she is. "Thank you so much, but you didn't have to—I'm not a baby. I'll be all right.""But you're having a baby—our baby," She takes my hand and releases me. "Are you already feeling hungry? Do you need anything?”"Yes, to a degree. The problem is that having a baby is draining me of strength. I massage my flat belly.”"Reason why you need to eat"“True, but without the mixture the chef always adds.”"Ouch! That's a problem now. I never gave it much thought. Been so accustomed to receiving poor care that it seems normal.” After we enter the
*AALIYAH* I remember the story my dad told me when he was showing me his scars, he said I am special and I consumed Mama's energy from the inside; if it was a similar experience, how was she able to pull through? Obviously, she wasn't a prisoner. My baby bump is still very much invisible, but it consumes my energy so badly that I can barely walk or be useful to myself.I'll be left with Hunter, and once his era is done, getting rid of him won't be an issue, as Hector and Hudson will be fighting tooth and nail for a say in the baby's life. However, Nikki and Linda are not the people I need to keep me warm and comfort me right now. After struggling for many minutes, I find it difficult to stand. I bang on Hunter's door, even though it seemed like I was knocking. My shaky legs give way as soon as he opens the door, and I collapse into his arms. He lifts me onto his shoulders while holding me still so I don't have to walk. He places me on his bed and shuts the door.“I thought the doct
*AALIYAH* His masculine frame stands still, surveying the pen that once used to house Jim and Jay. How time flies, from a distance, I can feel his pent-up emotions pouring out, the hurt embroidered in his hard mass.With gentle steps, I approach him. I encircle his solid frame from behind, my tender touch seeking to offer solace. His strong arms find their place upon mine, fingers tracing delicate patterns along my skin. I rest my head upon the sturdy expanse of his back, silently urging him to confide in me"Thanks, Aaliyah," he murmurs. With a tender gesture, he guides my hand upward, bringing it to his lips, his warm breath caressing my skin in a gentle kiss. "They are greatly missed," I respond softly, my voice laden with compassion. He turns, his eyes locking with mine as my arms remain wrapped around his strong frame. "Yeah, if I had the power to change certain things, there's one thing I wouldn't alter: the scars on Hector's chest caused by my claws," His gaze shifts to hi
*AALIYAH* I move slowly as my thoughts race all around me. The most recent meeting was a disaster; I had no idea Hector was still the regular stalker who exaggerated everything. Even though I almost harmed myself, I enjoyed that they collided but not right away.Clair hasn't stopped laughing in my face while the alpha females continue to whisper, and it surprises me that Linda has only now learned of my predicament. I thought Nikki must have filled her in a long time ago.A familiar voice yells, "Aaliyah!" and I quake like a scared dog as panic fills my body. My heart skips a beat when I see Lady Sasha.I hurriedly stood up, bracing myself for the worst. When I realize that her hand is not a whip, it slightly eases my heart. She slaps her hand over my face, making me feel sick to my stomach from the taste of blood. She grabs my throat and forcefully encircles it with her arms. “What in the world is wrong with you? Why are you so challenging and dim-witted? You wish to destroy me. N
*THIRD PERSON'S POV* Tension and rage are deeply laced throughout the space. Beta Arlo is pacing in close proximity to the entrance. He is undoubtedly also feeling uneasy due to the recent commotion in the pack.The locks that overlap his brows are now gray, a symbol of distress. He is holding his hands behind him. The door opens, and Lady Sasha enters. She carefully considers each step she takes as she approaches the Beta because she is scared to confront him. Her hands are plainly shaking, and her eyes are on the ground.The Beta throws her against the wall while advancing and wrapping his fingers around her throat before lifting her into the air. He bellows, "You incompetent fool! A mere petty slave was under your care, and you were unable to get rid of her before she developed wings.”"I didn't realize she would exaggerate things," "You never ever know," He silenced her by bringing his free hand to her face. "That you allowed them to entangle with her so tightly, you ought to
THIRD PERSON’S POV. By nightfall, the alphas, Aaliyah and Nikki ride in a carriage, while the warriors of Orlando match quietly to the border of Moon Howlers pack. It takes them long hours to arrive at the spot and the place is as quiet and deserted as can be. The only presumptive sign was the sacks of sand heaped on themselves to form a shield. Nikki takes the lead and directs them to the shelter at the secluded spot, very well hidden from the border. The three alphas replace her, with Aaliyah by the side, ready to rescue her baby once they burst in. Fortunately, the door is made of ancient wood that's already rotting away and the hinges are half gone. In a silent count of three, they kick the door down in unison and rush in. The noise sends Shelly and Chris flying and baby Hendrix crying from a disrupted sleep. Shelly instantly rushes towards the baby, to use him as bait and protect herself. But before she gets to him, Hudson is swift to throw a pocket knife in her directi
THIRD PERSON’S POV Nikki arrives at the pack house tired and weak. Her dress is torn in some places, with her skin bruised from falls and scratches from wild plants. Her feet are the worst, it look so dirty like she trekked in gutters and pits. The door opens with the guards signalling the others to call Lady Aaliyah and the alphas. “Welcome, lady Nikki.” The guard by the hate greets as Nikki walks in, heading towards the house. He looks out for insiders and satisfied none is forthcoming, he jams the door and closes it. Aaliyah rushes down and meets Nikki dragging her feet like a child, with her muddy footsteps evidence of her traces. "Nikki darling, what happened to you?” she holds her firm, not minding that she both looks and smells horrible. Rather, Nikki begins to sob. Hot tears burn her cheeks as she keeps sobbing. "Go ready her bath." Aaliyah orders a maid who takes to her heels immediately. When they arrive in Nikki's room, Aaliyah dismisses the maids, strips her frien
AALIYAH. The night has me rolling recklessly on the bed. I keep counting every second, down to noon. With each passing minute, the promise of having my baby by my side becomes clearer, and the risk of dragging the three alpha there more scary. Curiosity eats me deep, the need to know the location burns hotter than any desire. And somehow, I'm glad that Nikki is away, for reasons best known to herself. It's barely 11:45 pm, and the night draws on, much longer than expected. Frustrated, I sit up, still lost in my thoughts. Unable to sleep, I wear my robe and go to the gate. The servants are half asleep and one gasps when he finally wakes up to see me before him.“Good evening, my lady.” He wipes the last of sleep off his eyes. “Evening. I'm expecting a letter tomorrow, I don’t know when it's coming, but please, stay off the gate to not scare anyone away.” I want. I'm scared of the consequences if we nab one of them. “Alright, ma.” He assures. I go up, and happy that nothing would
NIKKI. I remain quiet for a while, and totally immobile. "I bet I heard something.” Shelly insists. My breath is almost on hold, as I struggle to fathom what is behind me. At this point, I didn't care much about being busted or punished or yelled at... I just didn't care at all. It's more like life is playing a trick on me. All along, he has something to do with Shelly. Why then was he always riled up when I mentioned her name or went to seek for her welfare? Why then did he make it seem like she is the monster? Not like right now she is any short of it. How low Chris has reduced me to. Hot tears burn my cheeks and I let it flow slowly as I remain numb for the longest. Footsteps approach, and I find myself creeping like a child away from the window, crawling and crying and praying I don't meet one of them. This is indeed a risk, and I honestly can't tell how much it's worth, because it leaves me mentally insane. The window opens, and I’m already on the other side, crying my lun
NIKKI. The box I am in lifts from the ground halfway and then drops. I hear the faint grunting of a lady, I suppose it's the maid. It stops soon after the box returns to the ground. It goes up again, and then levels flat on the ground. "Is it that heavy? Try harder, Alpha Chris will soon be on our necks.” A male voice pleads. Seeing what Chris did to the poor driver, I feel sorry for him, hoping he doesn't take the fall yet again. "It surely is heavy, I bet you know. Please, you would need to seek the help of your fellow. This is the best I can go.” "Jeez, you ladies, and bailing out on the slightest hardship.” He sighs. Somehow, I'm silently laughing inside, thinking to myself that these two have some chemistry. Because this argument can't be about my weight, a petite lady like myself that Chris scoops at will. “I don't know what you mean, but I can't do this. Even if I did, I wouldn't go beyond the corridor, and I would end up breaking my back.” "So?" He lifts up his
NIKKI We ride pass the market, with very few people and it's almost as quiet as a graveyard. It's quite early, and I won't fault them for being in bed, either sleeping to their death or cuddling in the arms of their lover. And I don't have the luxury to afford any, so yeah, I’m busy studying their lives and praying mine doesn't fall apart. Down from the central areas to the outskirts, we journey quietly and it takes long hours to get out of Orlando pack. Such a powerful pack, Aaliyah is lucky. I sigh. It's still very early in the morning, the sun is yet to rise fully and I can barely appreciate the landscape, my little way of freeing my mind and not exploding. It takes very long hours before we arrive at Wild Crest pack’s border. When we get closer to the main house, I ask the rider to stop. I take out a pair of black pants from my bag, bathed in a random servant’s perfume, to go undetected by Chris. Taking off his hoodie, I sniff it for the last time and throw on a baggy polo. I
NIKKI.Still in shock and unsure of what to believe, I decide to confront Chris, and doing it over a letter, would mean him denying it or nothing to him at all. Of a truth, I’m done with this sham of a union, but for the longest that he received me, I desperately need an explanation. And if she's wrong, there's a high possibility that I would give him a second chance to be a better mate. Either way, it's a win for me. I proceed to pack my back, not all of it, just a few things I would need if I decide to remain in Wild Crest pack for a few more days. Ready, I walk out of my room, tightly clad in a big hoodie, to prevent the cold. Chris’ hoodie. It's one of the possession I stole, sniffing it every damn minute I think of him. I'm almost at the hate when I halt. I'm yet to tell Aaliyah. Do I still want to make it a secret? Yes. But she would make a big fuss if I didn't tell her a good reason for my sudden departure. She only needs to be briefly informed. Besides, the second letter
SHELLY. He went on and on until I had no more strength to continue. I simply quake in beneath him and moan for mercy, the same mercy I asked him to never grant me. And as he promised from the onset, he remains firm in his words. He bends me over, switching positions like a messed-up child and bringing me to tears. After a while, he lets me be, but I’m certain it isn't because he's exhausted. He settles on the floor and levels my naked skin on himself, skin to skin, providing the best warmth and tender touches. I sniff his masculine scent that's now mixed with a fine blend of our juices in the cold night’s air. His sudor that's sweet smelling rather than a stench to me. Weak and satisfied but greedy regardless, I nestle like a baby in his arms. Just cuddling and mild romance would do, so long as I feel him on myself. His warmth is enough to keep me from the cold, and his muscles, were my shield from the wild. I rub on the bare of his arm, stroking my fingers along its length. Inde
SHELLY.Bored, I take a stroll around the premises, careful enough not to wander too far. Lady Agnes has gone home with Petian, leaving me alone with baby Hendrix like it's always been for almost two weeks now. The night is cold, and so is the weather, as a cool breeze kisses my skin, awakening goosebumps on my bare flesh. This isn't the safest place, but I've not dismissed Lady Agnes’ offer to send guards down here. I believe it shouldn't be a bother, because it would mean drawing much attention to what needed to be as discreet as imagined and you can't guarantee they won't spill. Plus, I've not seen a reason to want their help, besides, the plan is yet to ripen, and two days before the said date, I would accept her offer. Ready to retire for the night, I turn around to retrace my steps, when I see a huge frame in the dark, the dim night light is of little help. I take a step backward, two and then three, until I’m out of count. The huge frame keeps walking towards me, at the sam