Aleksander's mouth gaped, and he let out a groan. The sight of his wife caused his cock to tense up even more. He could see the longing in her eyes as she attempted to look at him. He yearned for her company. He longed to teleport to and be with her, but he betrayed his word by doing so. He abruptly vanished from his bed in his troubled emotions. The next thing he realized, he suddenly materialized right next to Izabella, which astounded him. Both of their faces exhibit surprise. Izabella hurriedly sprang up while still having her stomach on the bed and murmured, "A-Aleks?" She asked with a throaty voice when she glanced at him. What are you doing here?" Aleksander soon overcame his surprise. He smiled as his eyes locked onto her. Then nimbly moved down the bed to the side of the bed where Izabella's legs were hanging. Once the man appeared before her, Izabella was even more startled. He stood in front of her, wearing only his white boxers. He arranged his clothing on the chair ne
The shadow of a man turned to leave as Izabella ceased trying, but the bed erupted in a split second. He missed Izabela's hands, gradually enlarging and developing hair. The transformations happened quickly and subtly. She arose from her prone position with the beast inside her, and her clothes tore. Her features were lengthening. Her muscles start to relax. She felt relieved as her body gradually took the form of her wolf. Below it rippled bright orange fur with diagonal stripes as thick, black, and straight as a line of hand-drawn charcoal. Izabella formed a scowl and pulled her lips back, exposing enormous white fangs. The man who attempted to kill her was shocked when he lost his footing and collapsed to the floor. He was sitting down with horror on his face as he moved backward. With one hand, the wolf grasped him by the throat. He tried to fight, but it was ineffective. After striking the wall hard, the wolf tossed him quickly, and his body tumbled. She took a step back while
Izabella's father, who had sustained many stab wounds to various parts of his body, was on the edge of passing away as the entire Jansen family stood in the ICU corridor. Izabella paced back and forth in the corridor with agitation. Her stepmother sat on a long bench with her oldest son, Jeremy. Marlo and Dax were also nearby, acting as a bodyguard by watching for potential threats. Her husband must instruct them. Aleksander excused himself and started towards the men's lavatory, but Izabella realized that he had not yet returned to her side and turned around at the exit entrance. Her father's body was discovered on the floor of his laboratory with many stab wounds, his white shirt and the area beneath it torn to pieces. There hadn't been an intrusion. Either the murderer had a key or had been invited. She inhaled deeply. After the attempt on her father's life, she was once more struck by the pain of her will. The attack on her inside her room was also unknown to anyone. The
The smiles on Aleksander's lips evaporated when he saw Izabella. She was heading back to their table. Aleksander's eyes became mischievous when he noticed a few men's eyes turned as Izabella passed the pool game area. Izabella didn't even look at them because she focused on her waiting husband. "Feel better?" Aleksander asked. His hand slipped on Izabella's waist as he pulled her close. "Yeah, thanks," she replied as she met her husband's eyes. "Where's Jerry and Camilla?" "Jerry left and will be back tomorrow. And I guess Camilla went back to the hospital." "Oh. I could have more time to catch up with Jerry..." His eyebrows quirked. "So that was your plan?" He sounded not pleased at all. "Some. I rarely see him since he started running his father's business." "How close are you to Jeremy?" He queried, watching her closely. "So much close," she said with a smile. "He was like a big brother to me and my shield against his mom and sister. He knew those two don't like me aro
Aleksander was surprised by his stepsister's audacity, but only momentarily. He took a deep breath before shaking his head at the woman with her seductive smile. And he could see the undeniable hint of mischief in her eyes. "You know, Camilla," he said gently. Both his hands rested on the steering wheel in a relaxed manner. "I'm sorry to say this, but there's only one woman I wish could seduce me the way you're doing now. And that's my wife, even though I don't need to be seduced by her. Looking at her brings me to that mood. Only her, you heard me?" "You're a big liar, Aleks," she hissed, taking her hands off his crotch as if it burned her hand. "You always enjoy it when I suck your dick while driving. Tell me now that you never enjoyed those moments with me. How can you easily forget me and the promise you told me that you would marry me?" Only his eyebrows quirked at what she said. "As much as I don't want to hurt you by being my stepsister, it's the truth what I said. I forgo
Izabella found it challenging to describe how she felt whenever he gave her one of his uncommon deep-voiced directives, but she had no issue expressing it. Her tummy flinched. Her chest twitched. Ah... Her entire body trembled and reacted. She experienced a strong urge that she was unable to express. All Aleksander needed to do to dominate her was give her that look, speak to her in that manner, and say something. She was an anxious mess. She shut her mouth, filling the void between her, her hairdresser, and Aleksander with the snipping of the scissors and the whispered chatter of the other patrons in the salon. Izabella was still unable to speak 45 minutes later as she ran her hands through her hair. It was lovely. "Wow." Jiji Rose grinned. "You were right, Mr. Geourgiou, to insist on this style. It is magnificent. I must concede defeat." She got up from the chair and turned to face Aleksander as he fixed her with a look. She gushed, "I love it," with her eyes gleaming. "I'm
Izabella responded, "Aleks. There's not much to tell. When I was younger, I spent most of my time with my parents and nanny. When my parents had to travel, I was alone with her. Oh, how I missed her. She was like a mother to me even though she was not that old." Her enthusiastic voice made him grin inconsolably. "Why was your nanny absent from your life? What happened to her?" She shrugged and added, "I think she died, too... like my mom." She was unable to conceal the grief in her eyes. "Why do you say that?" Izabella was taken aback. "What do you wish to learn about my life?" As their orders came, Aleksander did not immediately respond. "Hmm... Suddenly I get hungry just looking at the meat." Aleksander chuckled. "Now that you've completely changed, I knew you had a fondness for eating." She told her husband to "Shh... quiet up" as she continued to eat. He took the bottle of red wine and filled up her glass. Her husband followed suit to his glass. He exchanged glass
Aleksander's shock was momentary when he heard that familiar name. He acted like nothing had happened when Izabella looked at him. "Do you know what I wish for when my nanny returns at that time?" Izabella continued. "It was absurd thinking, but I wished she would be my second mother rather than my father's second wife. We've never had a good rapport. But Xan was great even when my mom was alive, and we used to drop by my father's lab. I just failed to be closer to Aunt Esme..." "I don't know what to say about your relationship with your stepmom," said Aleksander as he pulled her closer. "Tell me why you wished to pair your father with your nanny then?" Izabella burst out laughing. "I used to think it would be a great match since Aunt Xan worked with him and my mom." "She must be pretty and smart..." "She wasn't gorgeous, but it made a difference when she smiled, especially when her amber eyes shone like gems. She also tried to make me feel at ease because I had vomited for the fi