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Narrator- "Nanda?" Aunt May called out while approaching Miranda's resting figure on the Alpha's bed. "Nanda." May called again, sitting carefully, while placing her palms on top of Miranda's right hand. "Miranda, wake up." May cooed softly, shaking Miranda's hand. Miranda mumbled in her sleep, her brow furrowing slightly. "Come on Nanda, wake up." May encouraged, though her tone was slightly anxious. Miranda hummed then sighed, before her eyelids slowly opened. Aunt May's picture was the first thing Miranda saw, and for a moment she felt at ease. She knew that she must've been dreaming, and aunt May was now waking her up. Aunt May smiled down at Miranda, who smiled in return while silently thinking that her brain had made up the entire kidnapping at the club. But then, in the corner of her eyes, appearing a few steps behind her aunt, Miranda saw him. Miranda's pupils flooded with a troubled gaze, her eyebrows frowning with panic. She drew in a quick breath and pushed herself of
*WARNING: The beginning of this chapter contains material that some may find sensitive/ offensive. Read at your own discretion or skip to after the first scene break "#" * Narrator- "What?" Dillon breathed out, as if he misheard Elaine. "You asked what I wanted, and I said I want a kiss." Elaine clarified. "Why?" Dillon wondered. "What do you mean 'why'?" Her fingers began to press down on his windpipe. Dillon stiffened and squeaked. "Wait-" he half-begged and half-squeaked all at once. Elaine pressed further. Dillon's wrists pulled at their restraints, but his actions were futile. When his face paled, his mouth ran dry, and his eyelids started to blink groggily, Elaine released his neck with an angered grunt, and walked away. "Didn't you learn anything from the last time you chose to question me?" She turned around and demanded sharply. "Yes-I-" Dillon's faint, panting words were cut off by a cough. Elaine waited for his lungs and injured throat to calm down. "I- I'm sorry
Narrator- Elaine returned from the shower, dressed in a sheer white bathrobe. She tied the bands around her slim waist, but the cloth itself barely did anything to hide her nudity underneath. Her black hair had been towel-dried and was now plaited on the right side of her neck. She wore a rose-scented perfume. When she closed the door behind her, Dillon's tears had dried up. He leaned his head against the dresser, his face looking away from Elaine. He blinked softly and gulped timidly. Though he appeared lost in his thoughts, his accelerating heartbeat was enough warning that the vampire was mentally preparing for and fearing another possible assault from the huntress. Elaine noted the thrumming of Dillon's heartbeat in the border of his carotid, and she rolled her eyes. "Relax Dilly-boy, I'm not in the mood." She expressed with a bored tone. Dillon didn't respond. He simply gulped again, and his right wrist slightly twitched against the chain holding him prisoner. Elaine release
Narrator- Ben entered a mud hut covered with bamboo and straw, which served as the local social establishment for the closest hybrid village near the pack. When the elderly wolf entered the dark space lighted only by candles and handmade wax lamps, he still wore his cowboy style hat, which covered his silver white hair, and provided a dark shield for his pupils which carefully looked from left to right while he made his way to the bar. Though the sun was shining brightly outside, it's rays were unable to penetrate the thick dirt walls of the hut, making the inside cool, dark, safe and homely for its pale occupants, and their fellow werewolf drinking partners. The smell of burning smoke, alcohol, blood and red meat all melted into the closed space like an unavoidable stench which threatened to hang on its visitors' clothes upon exiting the place. There were patrons who turned the oak tables into their beds. Some were asleep and snoring loudly, while others laid unconscious with busty
Miranda- I woke up and found myself on Asher's bed. For the first few seconds of my regained consciousness, I looked around the room apprehensively, my eyeballs moving around in their sockets. When I suspected that Asher wasn't in the room, I lifted my head and looked around to ensure that he was nowhere to be found. I gulped and straightened myself before holding on to my right temple, which was now being battered with a painful headache. I noticed that Aunt May's food was still on the table, and when my vision took in the tall glass of apple juice, I gulped suddenly feeling very thirsty. I carefully got off the bed and headed to the chair closest to my breakfast. I ate my food but couldn't help it when my pupils looked around the room every once in a while. Aunt May knew me well enough to pack just enough food for me to clean out the plate. I downed the meal with my apple juice and enjoyed the cluster of washed grapes provided along with the meal. Once that task was completed, I h
Narrator- Miranda felt the push even before Asher performed the movement. He lifted his hands, causing Miranda's grip to slip off his shoulder blades, and with his palms, he applied a quick yet strong shoving pressure on the balls of her shoulders, forcing her to stumble backwards. Miranda's feet ran away until the momentum had run out. She looked at Asher with hurt, teary eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Asher demanded, his tone telling Miranda that the rejection she earned at his hands was her own fault. "I just needed a hug." Miranda admitted. "And I told you not to bother trying to start anything with me. I don't care about you, can't you see that?" Asher bit without a care. He scoffed and retrieved a shirt from his dresser. "So then why am I here Asher? If you don't care, why am I here?" Miranda asked while opening her arms. The ghost stood in the corner with her arms crossed. She looked at Asher and shook her head in disappointment. Asher slipped on the s
Narrator-Miranda looked at the ghost as if she had lost her mind, and maybe she did."Have you lost your mind?" Miranda asked her while standing up."I know what I'm asking is not easy, but I need you to save him, and you're the only one who can do that." The ghost attempted to explain."Why me? Why not someone else?" Miranda pointed out with an aggravated frown."Because you guys were fated to be together. You're mates." The ghost answered."Um haven't you been around the past few hours?" Miranda quizzed, then said with a scoff, "we're nowhere near being buddies."The ghost laughed, "not that kind of mates silly. It's more like soulmates.""Come again?" Miranda said to avoid choking on her own spit.The ghost shook her head, "ah sweetie, you have a lot to learn," the spirit mused then invited, "come over to the bookshelf. It's time we conducted a little research."Miranda rose her eyebrows in bewilderment and shook her head, "I guess." She sighed out, then she approached the bookshel
*WARNING: The beginning of this chapter contains material that some may find sensitive/ offensive. Read at your own discretion or skip to after the first scene break "#" * Dillon gulped and blinked nervously toward Elaine. She sighed while lying on her back, then propped her figure off the bed by her elbows. "Are you nervous?" Elaine asked Dillon. He lowered his vision and nodded slowly. "Alright." Elaine shrugged. She sat up completely, with her legs still opened. She pushed her hips as close as possible to Dillon's form while looking at his face, although he avoided her gaze with his eyes. She touched his excitement and Dillon jumped slightly. "Relax." Elaine told him, then she lifted his chin with her fingers so that he could look at her. "You know where this goes, right?" Elaine asked him, while palming his shaft. Dillon blinked and gulped again, then he nodded. "Good, so put it in." Elaine instructed. Dillon shifted on the bed, while Elaine lowered her spine back on the
Narrator-"You FOOLS!" Damien boomed while standing behind his desk and leaning on his forearms.The bald, pale vampire twins sat on the chairs facing the Mayor's desk. The one who sat to the right had his arms crossed and a blank look in his sunken eyes. His cheeks held no color, and the corners of his lips were slightly downturned, as if over the conversation like a teenager being scolded for lying.The twin who sat on the left picked at his long black nails, and grinded his teeth, which were darkened with thick black plaques at the root of his gums."You let her get away." Damien accused with a low tone which hardly matched the deadly and dangerous glint in his slit-like eyes."She didn't lose her Were abilities, even after all these years." The Right Twin said."That is still not an excuse," Damien counterargued sharply, making the twin blink and roll his eyeballs all at once, "I hired you for a job. Not to scale walls and cause property damage.""We'll catch her eventually. She c
Narrator-Joshua headed to Asher's office as soon as Ben and May took their leave without seeing Miranda. Choosing to keep Carolynn's arrival a secret from the human girl, the elderly couple returned to their cottage to clean up the crime scene from the night before.Meanwhile, Joshua approached Asher's desk with a worried frown masking his usual cheerful façade."What's the plan with Miranda?" Joshua asked Asher while taking a seat.Asher frowned slightly, "what do you mean?""I'm running out of places to hide her. Deidran came by to your room earlier looking for you and he found her." Joshua explained while looking at the Alpha."Why would he do that when he's the one who escorted Ben and May to my office?" Asher posed."My thoughts exactly," Joshua nodded, "You know how Deidran is, he's pissed that we left him out when we brought Miranda over.""Intimidating her is not going to make it any better." Asher analyzed."So what do we do?" Joshua wondered."I don't know." Asher sighed an
Narrator-As the hours of the day escaped into eternity, Asher couldn't help but entertain himself with the idea of having a relationship with Miranda. The Alpha often excused himself from his laptop, only to study the human girl while she sat on his bed and focused on her recipes.The Alpha admired her quirks and strange habits. When lost in her work, Miranda picked at her physique in the strangest ways. She bit the corners of her nails and picked at her cuticles. When she'd tire herself from that, she'd then crack her knuckles and roll her neck to release the pressure built around her cervical spine, then she'd proceed to bite the inner lining of her mouth.Around the mid-day hours, Miranda opted for a nap. As she slept soundly, Asher chanced to take a seat near her sleeping form. Miranda was lying on her back with her hand resting on her stomach. Her knees were pulled close, her neck turned to the left. Her hair had fallen slightly on her face.The Alpha carefully removed the hair
Narrator- Miranda tensed in Asher's lap and aimed to remove herself from his anatomy. However the Alpha had other plans. He placed an arm around her waist and pushed her pelvis against his own seated form. "Asher-" Miranda blurted out while trying to push herself off him, "let me go." "No, there's something I need to say." Asher answered coolly. "Okay, you can tell me while I'm standing." Miranda continued with her struggling. She pushed her elbows against his chest and side and squirmed in hopes of slipping free. "You've never sat on a man before, have you?" Asher quizzed, his physique getting excited beneath the squirming weight of the human girl. "Does it matter?" Miranda asked, now winded. "Yes. Stop moving." Asher warned her, but Miranda had other plans. "Asher, let me go." "Stop." Asher said sharply, and his voice was enough to turn Miranda into stone. Miranda breathed excitedly, a result of her exhausting attempt to free herself from Asher's strong hold, like a mosqui
Narrator- "You have to help me get out of here." Miranda stated, while rushing to pack up her personal belongings after taking a quick shower and dressing for the day. Anise sat on the bed, her hand petting the side on which Asher loved to sleep on. "Well, it is early morning, which means that both vampires and rogues are sleeping, making the forest relatively safe for you to escape." Anise explained, while frowning softly. "Exactly. So how do I get out of here?" Miranda wondered, while gathering her hair in her palms, before tying them above her skull in a ponytail. Miranda was too busy packing up to notice the forlorn visage which took over Anise's facial features. The once lively Luna now suffered phantom pains in her chest, as if her heart had been cut out, and yet her brain didn't understand that, and it all had to do with the way Asher looked at Miranda earlier. Anise knew it was selfish of her to change gears now and get Miranda as far away from Asher as possible, and yet t
Narrator- The brunette victim stared up at the dark-eyed vampire and predator, while her breasts pumped up and down with anxious pants. Her tongue resembled a dried out fleshy map resting at the bottom of her jaw. The lines of her vocal had run drier than a ravine in Arizona in the summer, and her heart constantly dented the lining of her ribcage. "Wh-what do you mean?" She managed to ask after a moment. George smiled as he watched her lips move with the question. George drew in a deep inhale through the hairs of his nares, then he lowered himself before the woman. He stared deeply into her olive globes and loved the panic which filled her pupils. "What's your name?" George posed. The woman blinked fast and multiple times. "Vi-Violet." She stuttered. "Mmh." George hummed, before he lifted a cold hand to pet Violet's hairline. His fingers brushed over her forehead, down the line of her nose, and over her lips. His index finger pressed and pulled her bottom lip downwards, causin
Narrator-Miranda stared into Asher's dark orbs, and she shyly pulled her bottom lip into her mouth before she got an idea."I'll fix it," she began to speak while she kept her gaze steady on his eyes, "if you let Asher back in control."Asher frowned, his dark pupils becoming angry, but Miranda didn't falter in her resolution. She had kept Asher's explanation from this morning in her mind. Whenever tensions were high, Asher's wolf would take control, but if she could always get Asher back even when he was emotional, maybe this would be easier for them both.Asher growled in Miranda's face, and she blinked quickly, but tried to appear calm. Asher's eyebrows relaxed just slightly when he realized that Miranda wouldn't budge in her demand, then finally his vision began to clear.Miranda watched in silence as Asher's pupils lightened from black to brown, until they were clear, and their golden rims were back to their original color.Asher looked at Miranda and he sighed and gulped softly.
Miranda- I turned my head towards the door when I heard a key insert into the lock, and it clicked out of place. I watched the handle turn, while I was still on my back with my hands folded on my stomach. Anise had disappeared from sight, and I gulped while waiting for whoever was on the other side of the door. When the door was pushed open, I noticed it was Joshua, and I couldn't help the relieved sigh that pushed past my nostrils at the sight of him. He smiled at my reaction, and I noticed he had a tray in his hands. "I can't tell if you're relieved to see me or the food." He said with a friendly smile. I smiled too. "Let's just say both." I admitted. I waited for him to place the tray down, then he walked back to me and lent me a hand. I grabbed his palm and as soon as my fingers closed around his hand, he hoisted me off the floor so swiftly, my face, neck and chest smacked into his torso. "Woah there." He said, and he embraced my waist to help me get steady. I blushed and
Narrator- Miranda was startled awake by the sound of a slamming door. She released a gasp and her eyelids snapped open. Her neck was turned to the left, as she laid on her back. Miranda blinked, her chest instantly panting from the unexpected awakening. She noticed the pillowcases and her brain immediately registered his scent through her nostrils. The hairs of her skin quickly erected, and Miranda painfully swallowed a ball of saliva down her dry throat. Asher was in the room. Miranda could tell. Something about the way her stomach knotted, and her lungs only breathed faster and faster told her so. He was staring too. The goosebumps on her panting chest told her as much. Miranda gulped again and she drew in a breath before mustering up the courage to turn her neck in the direction of the door, and lo and behold, Asher stood there, shirtless, with only a pair of sweatpants hanging around his hips. His chest and hair were dampened with sweat, and the image only made Miranda feel mor