The city of Bunga is suddenly teeming with life. The high skyscrapers above her enthralled Rachel, so she didn’t notice the middle-aged women coming her way. She was holding a tote bag full of groceries, with a piece of French bread protruding from it. She was so engrossed in her phone conversation that she didn't see her as well and accidently bumped into her shoulder. She almost drops the groceries, but Rachel has quick reflexes and catches the tote before its contents could roll down the road. “Hey, watch out!” She sneered at her. With wide eyes, Rachel bowed and apologized to the woman. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” person with whom she was speaking on the phone. She even overheard some of their conversation as she walked past her. “There’s some dumb bitch who bump into me. Goodness, Robert! The sun is already out, and yet you are still in bed? How was Cassy?” Rachel frowns as she glances at the woman after being branded a bitch. She wanted to chase the woman down and make her apolo
Stacey gaped at Dylan, swiping both her palms across her body to emphasize her overall appearance, slurring with her words, “What? I’m sultry, beautiful, and young! Any guy would die just to have me.Dylan, on the other hand, was no longer amused by it. Instead, he pinned her with a hard stare and a loud sigh of disappointment, calling the girl with her real name. “Stacy.” The girl abruptly stood stiffly, aware that Dylan was now taking a deadly serious tone. It was like all the alcohol fled from her system. “Yeah, right. I’m sorry.” She mumbles, lowering her head. Felling kind of disappointed with herself as well. “I’m cutting your allowance.” After a moment of self-deliberation, Dylan came to a decision on how he would discipline his adopted daughter for her delinquent behavior. “No buts. That’s final.” “Dy,” her voice suddenly softens, knowing that she couldn't alter his decision, “I can’t wait till I’m eighteen.” “Yeah? Still two years from now, potato.” He scoffed, walking
Dylan wiped his palm over his face and heaved out a deep sigh. There’s still a lot of things that are needed to be done in his works. There were documents that needed to be signed, as well as proposals that required his attention. He took his phone from the desk and scrolled through the latest news for a while until eventually coming across one in which hundreds of refugees had arrived in their states seeking asylum after the war erupted in their home country. A recorded feed showed on the news, covering the people boarding on a military aircraft, but what draws his attention to the news broadcast was when the camera pans over a familiar woman who was following the stretcher and carrying a body bag on top of it, which he recognized from a previous encounter on the alley. She seemed to be crying. Her face was somewhat pixelated on the screen for being Zoomed in on the camera, but Dylan knew her. He skimmed the lines below the headlines. According to the report, an elderly woman died
Rachel remembered his physique. Though she hadn't seen his face, Yurielle knew that it was him. The man that turned into a wolf. Out from the dim illumination, she could see the gleaming pair of his sharp canine, the tip of his bloodied razor claws. It was real, the beast she thought was a figment of her imagination was real, and she didn’t just see things out of hunger. Slowly, he strode closer to her. Her heart pounded hard on her chest in fear at the thought that this would be the last moment of her life. That she will die in the hands of a beast, and no one will ever know that a beast murdered her. Her lungs were stinging from a sudden intake of breath. Her chest constricted as her heart pounded like an impact drill against her rib cage. Cold sweat broke from the side of her head as she stared at the man that came out directly from her nightmare. “Please don’t kill me,” she cowered, prompting her elbows to push her upper body upright, kicking her legs in an attempt to drag hers
Discovering her strengths and weaknesses, as well as her flaws, and coming to terms with who she is. “If there is anything else you want to know about her, please let me know.” Mr. Kahl prompted, taking him out of his bubble of thoughts about his beautiful mate. “No, that is all there is to it.” “Okay, bye—” Dylan clicks the end button of his phone and focuses his gaze on the road stretching ahead of him while his mind is consumed by his mate. She was well aware of who he was. She had seen him kill those men who assaulted her. She might have been terrified of him at first glance, but he never caught a glimpse of the rejection in her eyes. Dylan knew that she was also feeling the same way to him. The way her breath caught in her throat when she looked at him, and the way her heart raced wildly inside her chest when he drew her closer to him. The melodious drumbeat of her heart is like a song that has become stuck in his head, and he can't seem to get enough of listening to it. Des
To start up with his day, he immediately went to his bathroom and took a shower, readying himself for his office. As much as he wanted to spend this day following his mate around, Dylan couldn’t afford to set aside his work. There are a lot of people depending on his company. Thousands of families will get affected if he lets his emotions get the best of him. He still needs to focus on it, maximizing the time to do what is required to be done. So, then he could do whatever he wanted to do. Finally dressing up with his casual business attire, Dylan took a flight downstairs towards the dining area. Stacy was already there, eating pancakes and bacon for her breakfast and getting ready for school as well. Sensing his arrival, the girl lifted her head with her brows instantly went up in bafflement. Hence, he ignored her reaction and pulled a chair for himself, and sat down across from her. “Don’t your face strain too much?” She suddenly blurted out of the blue, lowering the spoon she wa
She is not a Muslim, but she lives in an Islamic country where it is forbidden for all women to dress in a liberated manner. It is definitely new to her, though she isn’t complaining. Lorelei also put on her makeup, which was coordinated with her outfit. Her hair had been brushed down, highlighting the wavy curls at the end of her hair that cascaded just above her waistline. “You’re so beautiful!” Gazing herself in the mirror, Lorelei beamed up behind her. Her friend also wore a satin olive-green short dress with a plunging v neckline, hugging her curves so perfectly that, accenting her beautiful black skin and paired up with nude color killer heels lacing up through her knees. Lorelei also set her hair into a natural mess. “You too.” She replied, all too thrilled for this night to get started. “Shall we go outside? I can’t wait for Craig’s reaction to see us both.” Her friend suggested, taking her by the wrist and dragging her outside the room. Lorelei went out first, jumping in
His knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tight as he weaved through the busy street of Bunga. His wolf snorted with rage, clawing inside him, wanting to be let out and take things on its own, and Dylan struggled to keep him at bay. Throughout the sequence of traffic lights, his patience is wearing thin and he is losing his cool. He’s worried that through the span of time that he was still traveling, something might happen to his mate, same with the incident through the dark alleyway. ‘Isn’t she thinking?’ He muttered to himself as he slammed the brakes as the pub came into view, causing his car to drift sideways instead of parking it properly. He hurriedly stepped out of his car and shut the door with a loud thud, paving his way through the entranceway. Loud sound blaring in his ears, just like when he picked up Stacey the last time. The strong scent of mixed smell assaulted his nostrils, making him hold his breath for the longest time until he came to a spot wh
It was already too late for her to take back the words she had said as Dylan didn’t squander any second to pass on and shut the space among them and slammed his mouth on hers. Gradually, enthusiastically kissing her. The low snarl from his throat debilitated her knees and caused her to depend entirely on his strength so that she would not collapse on the floor. Not that she minds at all. Finally, Rachel let go of all of her apprehensions, her worry, and forgot everything that was holding her down, and kissed him back. The time seems to slow down around them. The world began to slip away. So unexpected, yet deep down, she knew this was going to happen. So hot. The heat of his touch burned through her body like a fire on her flesh, scorching her skin. So perfect. He was perfect. Their mouths were flawlessly formed against one other as if they had been created perfectly by the sky above. Rachel has never received a kiss like this before in her life. She had no idea what to anticipa
They have arrived in the mansion. Rachel was surprised that Dylan had taken her directly in his place rather than to hers. She looks about like a fish out of water, her eyes big as saucers as she marvels at the place. The incredible lighting fixtures reflected on her eyes. She also noticed that despite the extravagance, its modern touches, the tall, wide, and shiny panes that would welcome and greet the morning ray of sun every day. The coral white painted rock walls, with their colors seasoned by time, seemed to belong exactly where they were, as if they had sprouted directly from the hallowed earth itself. It appears that the mansion was constructed before her great grandparents were even born. Dylan admitted his age to her, and it won’t be surprising that he had this place constructed centuries ago. For a fleeting moment, she even wondered if this place could also be considered as hunted as well, just like she had seen on a most old house that was built before the war. What was Dy
The next thing that happened was that Rachel’s feet were lifted off the ground before she even realized it and her soul almost sifted out from her. Nothing she could do was pound her fist into Dylan's back, slamming it as hard as she could while her vision swayed as he began to walk forward. She was about to walk away, turn her back on him, and be on her own path, yet this giant of a wolf man is persistent and won't be taking no for an answer. “Damn you, Dylan! Put me down!” She yelled, continuing to rain down her fist on his back. Hence Dylan seems to be unfazed by it and only releases a deep chuckle from his chest that causes his shoulders to quiver in response, jerking her along with the movement. “Didn't I tell you, either you are with me or I'll carry your ass back to my car...You opted for the latter.” He chuckled as he spanked her bottoms with his enormous hands, completely taking her by surprise. “Hey! Why would you do that?” She sneered, arching her back by pushing herself
Rachel let out a heavy sigh, rolling her eyes, she uncrossed her arms to divert her attention away from him. She seemed to be more interested on her boots, instead of focusing her attention on the dense tension growing between them. “Okay. Good talking to you. I’m probably drunk with my two glasses of martini. I’m fine. I don’t know what I’m talking about.” She said it in a careless tone, waving her hand and smiling at herself as if the whole show of bravado didn’t bother her in the slightest when in fact it wracks her up on the inside. “Goodbye.” She put a smile on her face and was about to walk away. However, a yelp suddenly tore through her lips when a tight grip clamped on her arms, pulling her with much force. “Hey...” Rachel lost her footing and tripped one foot on the other, her body twirling around, and the next thing she knew, a warm pair of lips covered hers. ***Dylan let out a throaty gasp as he realized that the velvety smoothness of her lips was precisely matched to
The music appears to be fading away in the distance. As Rachel locked her gaze on his features, her heart beat like the strings of a guitar played by deft fingers. She doesn’t have any ideas what she’s going to do or if she’s going to confront him for leaving. What is he doing here? Is he here with someone? Had he forgotten all about her? Those were all the questions that raced through her mind when he saw Dylan. She finished the martini she ordered, paying a little heed to the scorching feeling that flowed down her throat, and paid the bartender the exact amount and followed him. However, she was not prepared for the abrupt eruption of a ruckus, which nearly knocked her to the ground. Lucky for her, she was shoved to the side and out of the way, allowing her to get a better perspective of what was going on around her. Rachel saw the girl in a pink dress, shouting at Dylan as he went to punch a guy in the face. Her mouth fell open, confused at the same. The guy was hauled out of the
The bouncer that stood guard on the entrance only gave him a short nod in recognition, letting him pass smoothly without asking for his identification. The blasting sound promptly plagued his hearing, and his nose wrinkled with dislike as he strung among the grinding bodies on the dancefloor. His gaze zeroed on the crowd, looking not for only one person but for two. Dylan tried to follow his mate’s scent, however he generally lost all sense of direction in this whole pack of crowd places. He couldn’t make out Stacey’s scent either. He was too centered around looking through the ocean of bouncing heads on the dancefloor until a yell tore through the booming music that grabbed his attention. “Mr. Reed!” Dylan squinted his gaze and followed his investigator’s voice. He found him over the corner, his arms raised, and waved for him to see with one hand cup beside his mouth to amplify his voice.“She’s here!” Without having second thoughts, he spears through the throng of people, pushin
Dylan was in his study office, as usual, sorting things out in his company and pushing all his inner troubles aside, and focusing on keeping the roof of his employees. Helen also dropped by and gave him his coffee and a slice of cake since he hasn’t come down for dinner. For the last few days, this has been his routine, drowning himself in his work just to forget his dreams and to get Rachel’s face out of his mind for a while. He even failed to remember that today was a full moon. If not for his alert set on his cellphone, he might have overlooked it. He went out to his usual place for his wolf to dominate and run for just about thirty minutes before he returned, washed up to get off the grime that clung on his skin. Then, at that point, back to his office to complete every one of the reports that are hanging tight for his attention. Just then, frantic footsteps came rushing down the hallway caught his attention. He paused for a moment and waited for his door to swing open, revealin
The bartender smiled at her the moment she perched on her seat as he slid in front of her across the counter. “What can | get you for tonight, miss beautiful?” Rachel thought about it for a moment, her eyes looking over the varieties of liquor that were put on display over the shelves. She wasn’t familiar with all the kinds of drinks, so she blurted whatever the first thing that came out of her head. “One glass of martini, please.” She didn’t know what kind of drink it was that, but she heard for it quite a few times, so at least she could give it a try. “One martini, coming right up.” The bartender chirped and proceeded to prepare her order. He showed her a few of his tricks by throwing and shaking the bottles, pouring the liquor on a cocktail glass in an excessive manner—trying to impress her, along with three cubes of ice and stirring it well. Then he squeezes lemon juice on it and out the peel on the glass’s rim for the garnish. After it was finished, he slid it towards her. R
Another day rolled by so fast, and Rachel was still left in wonder as to why Dylan hadn't visited her yet. For quite a long time of consistent disturbing her, she was expecting to at least see him, but days came more than a week past, he was out of nowhere to be seen. Today, she received her first payment at the shop. It wasn’t that much, but since Dylan had already filled her groceries and everything she needed, especially the refrigerator. The only thing she bought for her salary was the new padlock for her front door. Other than that, there’s nothing else that she needed. Rachel had decided to set aside half of her earnings in case she ran out of supplies. She can’t just rely on the prospect of Dylan covering everything that she needed in her house. She is baffled as to why he did it in the first place. Purchasing groceries and other necessities for her. She didn't ask for it, but refusing to accept it would be a waste. Now she lay on her bed. It was past nine in the evening, an