Immediately we arrived at the mansion, I hastily got down from the car, heading straight to my room."Theia, what about the beauty parlor?" I heard Marcus's voice from behind."We'll talk about that later. My body needs rest." I said almost immediately as I shut the large oak door from behind.Heading straight to my room, I ignored the greetings of the house help forced a smile at Mabelle, and instructed her not to disturb me since I'd be in my room taking a quick and quiet rest.The latter nodded in response. Immediately I opened my door, a took a glance at the door opposite me; Alpha Galan's room. The room was tightly shut and was tempting.Come to think of it, I haven't been inside his room throughout my stay in the mansion and we had all our intimacy in my room, and was beginning to wonder what was inside the room.Slowly, I redirected my steps toward his room as it called for me. I tried to check if anyone was coming or watching me because I knew fully well that he'd be mad if h
As the smart door slid open, a thin wisp of smoke came out, dancing in the air. Alpha Galan stepped forward, extending his hand towards me. I hesitated for a bit, unsure of what was inside the mysterious room, but curiousity got the better of me and I slipped my hand into his.I can't be hesitant now, not when I tried to break into his room earlher. With a deep breath we both entered inside the room, crossing the threshold as the darkness welcomed us.My eyes widened, adjusting to the dim light as Alpha Galan guided me deeper inside. I had expected his room to be a reflection of his cold and dark self; a place cold and devoid of life. But what I encountered was far from my expectations.With a flick of a switch, light flooded the room, overcoming the shadows that clung to the corners.I blinked repeatedly, trying to process what I saw before me. The bedroom screamed of luxury and masculinity, every detail carefully curated to embody Alpha Galan's unique taste."Wow!" A gasps escaped m
18+)"Strip!"He commanded, his voice came clear to me as I stood still, frozen by his orders. Strip in front of him? My heart pounded against my chest as I didn't know what to do or how to respond."Com'on, don't you get it?" He asked, furrowing his brow at me."I don't get it." I managed to speak, my hands trembling beside me. I laid still on the bed, a smirk settled on his face as he gazed at my shaky body."Having trouble with it. Should I help you?" I asked with a hoarse voice. He helped me sit upright as he gestured me to off my clothes in front of him which I didn't have the guts to do.I shook my head in disapproval. It'd be more embarrassing if he had it off for me. With a sigh, I moved my hands to my front zipper as I hastily unzipped my dress but he held my hand stopping my attempt."Hey, why the rush?" He asked, his voice firm as he let go of my hand gesturing me to be slow and steady while doing so.Heaving a sigh, I slowly unzipped my clothes revealing the net bra I wore
(18+)"I see where this is coming from. You want to be fucked that bad, huh?" He asked, dropping my legs on the bed as he knelt between me, his next moves predicted as my heart rejoiced.He unzipped the zipper from his pants, and tossed them away alongside his briefs, revealing his hard manhood that was fully erect.I took my time to admire his hand dick as different kinds of wild thoughts clouded my head. I started imagining his cum would taste in my mouth and how his fully erect dick will fit in my mouth. All these dirty imaginations filled my head as I shook my head in disapproval, removing those wild thoughts from my head.His voice suddenly resounded in my ears as my eyes widened in awe."Suck on it." He commanded exchanging glances with me and his hard dick.A gasp escaped my lips as I processed his words in my ears, did he read my thoughts? How come he said exactly what I was thinking about? I hesitated as I stared hard at the erected manhood in front of me, it was long and poi
The next day, I woke up with a peaceful smile on my face as I stretched my aching body. I instinctively used my hand to check the other side of the bed if Alpha Galan was still there but as usual he wasn't. Disappointment washed over me as I used the duvet to cover myself in disappointment. Why was I expecting him to be there? I asked myself inwardly."I'm here." His voice resounded in my ears as I turned around to look at the man who was walking towards me.Seeing that he was fully dressed in a black tailored suit, holding a briefcase, I knew immediately that he was going to a business meeting or had business to attend to.He sat beside me and placed a quick kiss on my forehead. I was stunned speechless by his attempts but tried to conceal it. Didn't know he had this gentleman thing in him."You off to work?" I managed to ask, holding the bedsheet."Yes, I'll be gone for days." He said, removing the strands of hair that fell on my face."Days? How many days?" I asked, sitting uprigh
As Alpha Galan finally left for his journey, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of melancholy. I knew it would be a whole month before I would see my beloved mate again. Wigh a heavy heart, I made my way to my room in the magnificent mansion.Marcus and I already planned on spending Alpha Galan's money with his black card so I had to get ready for the adventurous night ahead. I entered my opulent sanctuary, I found Mirabelle, my ever-faithful maid, waiting for me."Miss, this is an evening outfit and it'll suit your night walk." Mirabelle said with a knowing smile on her face.A shimmering dress lay delicately on the bed, catching the light in the most enchanting way. "The dress is lovely." I said with a small smile on my face.Mirabelle helped me slip into the gown, a masterpiece of midnight blue silk, adorned with intricate silver lacework that cascaded down the bodice. It fig me like a dream, embracing my slender figure and making my beauty to be pronounced.I was pleased with my re
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"Stay with me, Marcus."I blurted out, a hiccup following my statement almost immediately. My eyes were still open, Marcus expression was unfazed as he carefully unwrapped my hands from his neck. But I was too intoxicated and kept my firm grip on his neck and pulled him closer to my lips.Before our lips could collide, the buzzing sound of Marcus's phone disrupted the tense air. He removed my hands and I fell back on the bed."Alpha Galan, didn't expect to see your call all of a sudden." I heard Marcus say.Immediately, I knew it was Alpha Galan who was talking to him on the phone. With several hiccups, I jumped from the bed and went on to grab the phone from Marcus."Alpha Galan, where are you...?" I asked, having a few hiccups that made him ask if I was drunk."Theia, are you drunk? Marcus!!!!!" Alpha Galan yelled.Marcus pushed me away and took the phone from me but I needed to speak with my alpha. "Theia, you're going to put the both of us in serious trouble. Go to bed, you're dr
Weeks passed, and Marcus found himself entrenched in the clandestine machinations of Alpha Galan's enigmatic world. The city's heartbeat pulsed with the rhythm of secrets, each echoing footstep and whispered conversation carrying its own hidden agenda. Marcus had become a shadow within the shadows, a vigilant sentinel on the lookout for any sign of Mr. Mario's movements.Theia's safety was his paramount concern, and he couldn't escape the gnawing guilt that accompanied his role in the intricate web that ensnared her. He had become a pawn in a grander scheme, one that remained shrouded in mystery. Alpha Galan had shared only morsels of information, keeping Marcus in a state of perpetual uncertainty.One chilly evening, Marcus received a cryptic message on his encrypted phone, summoning him to a dimly lit alleyway on the outskirts of the city. As he arrived at the appointed location, the shadows seemed to close in around him, and he couldn't help but feel as if he were walking into a tr
The city's pulse quickened as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that danced across the bustling streets. Marcus stood in the dimly lit parking lot beside his unassuming car, his face concealed beneath the hood of a dark sweatshirt. His fingers danced over the small recording device he had wielded like a spy, replaying the pivotal conversation between Mr. Mario and Evelyn.The digital file was his ticket to influence, to maintain his position within a web of secrecy and power that ran deep within the city's underbelly. Marcus knew that the information he possessed was valuable beyond measure. With a few deft taps on the device's screen, he forwarded the recording to a secure location, ensuring it was tucked away from prying eyes.Once the data was safely stashed away, Marcus retrieved his smartphone, the screen bathed in an eerie, bluish glow. He dialed a number he had committed to memory, one that had remained dormant for far too long. Each ring felt like an etern
Mr. Mario's room, a dimly lit and confined space, was a reflection of his tumultuous thoughts and his increasingly desperate situation. The dwindling days of September cast long shadows through tattered curtains, further accentuating the gloom that seemed to envelop him. He paced back and forth, the aging floorboards groaning beneath his footsteps, as he tried to come to terms with the harsh reality that time was running out.September was rapidly drawing to a close, and with it, the ominous deadline for repaying Sergio loomed ever larger. Mario had dabbled in the shady corners of the city's underworld before, but this predicament was of an entirely different magnitude. The debt he owed was substantial, and the consequences of failing to repay it were too dire to contemplate. He needed a solution, and he needed it urgently.His thoughts continually circled back to a name – Theia. She held the key to his salvation, or so he believed. The elusive woman had vanished into the shadows, lea
"Ma'am, Ms. Marshmallow is awake." The nurse came out of the operation room adjusting the nose mask she had as she broke the news to Alpha Galan.I couldn't help but jump for joy and wrap my hands around Alpha Galan's neck, jumping on him. "I'm so happy!"Alpha Galan's eyes opened in awe as he least expected my actions. I chuckled noticing how uncomfortable he was as I respected myself and maintained poise, clearing my throat as I turned to face the nurse."How's she? Can we go and see her?" I asked not being able to control my excitement.Nurse Emily giggled. "No, you can't for now. The doctors are still packing up." She explained before excusing herself to leave. And of course, she didn't leave without batting an eye on Alpha Galan who remained a straight face until her disappearance.My jaws dropped in disappointment but I didn't let that pull me down because I was too excited to see Marshmallow. I had a lot of apologies to do and some encouragement to give."I can see you're super
The medical team, despite their exhaustion, continued to work diligently. Dr. Reynolds, now with a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, gave orders with precision. "Nurse, hand me the micro-sutures," he said, his voice steady but tired.Nurse Emily, who had been assisting since the beginning, quickly passed the required instruments. Her hands moved with practiced efficiency, a testament to her experience. "Here you go, Doctor," she replied, her voice calm and respectful.The beeping of the heart monitor continued to provide a rhythmic backdrop to the room's activities, a constant reminder of the patient's fragility. Marshmallow lay still, her chest rising and falling in the controlled rhythm of the ventilator.Dr. Reynolds meticulously sutured the incision he had made earlier, his hands moving with expert precision. Each stitch was a testament to his skill, a delicate dance between life and death. The room's tension had not dissipated; instead, it had shifted into a different form –
As the medical team began their assessments and preparations for Marshmallow, Nurse Emily turned to me with a gentle but firm expression. "I'm afraid you'll need to leave the room, Miss," she said kindly. "We have to perform an operation on Marshmallow, and it's important for the doctors to work without any distractions."Reluctantly, I nodded, knowing that Marshmallow's well-being was the top priority. I leaned down to give Marshmallow's hand a gentle squeeze, whispering words of encouragement once more before stepping out of the room.The waiting room felt like a purgatory of anxiety and uncertainty. It was filled with the hushed voices of worried family members, each waiting for news about their loved ones. I found an empty chair, my heart heavy with concern for Marshmallow.Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I sat there, lost in my thoughts and prayers for our friend. The minutes turned into hours, and with every passing moment, the weight of the situation pressed down on me. Wou
I sat in the hospital room, my eyes still fixed on Marshmallow, who lay motionless in the bed. Alpha Galan's words lingered in the air, his offer to bring me food and clothes a testament to his thoughtfulness. However, my desire to be with him, to support him in this trying time, tugged at my heart."Alpha Galan, I appreciate your kindness," I began, my voice soft but filled with determination. "But I want to be there with you when you go home. I can help you gather everything we need, and it'll be a welcome distraction for both of us."Alpha Galan hesitated for a moment, his crimson eyes searching mine. I knew he wanted to protect me, to shield me from the harsh realities of Marshmallow's condition. But we were a team, and I couldn't bear to be away from him when we needed each other the most.Finally, he nodded, a reluctant agreement in his expression. "Very well," he conceded. "But promise me you'll be careful and stay strong. I'll need you by my side when we return."I nodded, gra
The hospital corridors bustled with activity as we made our way through the maze of sterile white walls and echoing footsteps. Alpha Galan's phone continued to buzz intermittently, the messages and updates a constant reminder of the urgency of our mission.Finally, we arrived at the door of Marshmallow's hospital room. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Alpha Galan push the door open, revealing a small, dimly lit room. The sight that met my eyes sent shockwaves through me. Marshmallow lay in the hospital bed, her petite frame pale and fragile against the crisp white sheets. Tubes and wires were connected to her, monitoring her vital signs, and a ventilator softly hummed in the background.Tears welled up in my eyes as I took in the sight of my friend, battered and bruised, lying motionless in the hospital bed. It was a stark reminder of the brutality she had endured, the pain she had suffered at the hands of Mr. Old Face.Anger and regret churned within me as I cursed Mr. Old F
The morning sun bathed Marcus's room in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows that stretched across the floor. The room itself, an oasis of calm in the midst of chaos, seemed to hold its breath as Marcus stood before his open wardrobe. He moved with a quiet determination, each garment he selected meticulously chosen, each fold of fabric a testament to the gravity of the task at hand.I observed him in silence, my heart heavy with the knowledge that the moment had come. The mission against Mr. Mario and his network of shadowy collaborators was no ordinary endeavor. It was a labyrinthine puzzle with stakes higher than we could fathom, and Marcus was at the forefront, willingly stepping into the unknown.Beside me, Alpha Galan stood like a guardian, his presence a source of strength in the face of the impending challenge. We had become a trio bound not only by circumstance but by a shared sense of purpose - a purpose that demanded secrecy, courage, and sacrifice.The question that ha