Realizing that he had stocked groceries for her, Dylan went to open the fridge, his thumb and index finger pinching his chin as he scanned its content and deliberated what he would have for a meal and cook for something for Rachel as well. That woman might be hungry as a pen-up lioness who hadn’t eaten for days. He saw her cook steak the other night and ate it with gusto. Dylan contemplated for a bit, reminiscing the aroma of the delicacy wafting in the air. He wasn’t a chef, but he could cook. He didn’t just live for hundreds of years for nothing. Knowing precisely what he needed to do, Dylan pulled out the ingredients of the meal he decided to cook and began preparing them. Not wanting to soil his shirt, he took it off and hung it on the rack, taking the black and yellow apron with cartoon characters printed on it in exchange and laced them on himself. He worked around her kitchen effectively, guaranteeing he hadn't left whatever would make the spot look grimy. Might as well he c
Dylan took the spoon from her bowl, scooped the soup, and blew in it. His breath mingled with the aroma of the chicken soup tickles on her nose. He then opens his mouth and puts the contents inside in a slow motion. Her throat bobs up and down as her eyes follow the way he chewed. She was gaping. “See? Let me tell you something. In time Rachie, you'll be swooning all over me even without the use of some voodoo enchantment.” He said with a lopsided grin, setting down the spoon he used on his mouth back to her bowl. Contaminating her soup with his saliva. Not that she minds. ‘Damn!’ Hence, Rachel doesn’t want to show him some sense of satisfaction, “Am I the one that fell asleep?” She sighs, nibbling her bottom lips in a sultry way, and leaned a bit closer to his face, their nose almost touching, and held his gaze, whispering softly, “because I think you are as yet drifting in your fantasies.” Dylan’s gaze dropped to her lips, his grin spread widely, and he pinched her chin, pulli
For some reason, Rachel felt that her cheeks warmed to what he told her, strangely flattered in quite ways. However, she pushed them at the back of her head and continued with her queries. “You mentioned something about your wolf. Is that another entity living inside you?” “He’s a part of my soul. He’s my alter-ego.” “Does it hurt when you transform?” “No, I’m used to it.” It was like they were in a talk show. Rachel is the host, while Dylan is the guest. She might not have noticed it, but his life now piques her interest, and unknowingly, she had pried out his personal life. “Do you have human friends?” “My family are all humans.” “You have a wife?” Rachel halted on her question after she fired out the last one. Her breath trapped in her lungs as she sat tight for his reply. She already hinted what he would be going to say, but a thought crossed her mind. Jealousy began to gnaw inside her if the anticipation she had would be proven wrong if Dylan would answer it with a yes.
Rachel woke up to the alarm of her phone. She stretches her hands first above her head and slides down the bed. She remembered her conversation with Dylan last night and wondered if he had gotten a good night’s sleep. Though she wanted to run outside her bed and check up on him, she decided to get herself ready first for her work before she went out. However, Dylan wasn’t already there. The couch he had a sleep on was cold, and no hint of anything that he was there. She frowned in confusion and went to check on the kitchen, but he wasn’t there as well. The gas stove was cold, and there was no indication that the place had been touched. He didn’t even get himself a coffee before he left. So, what was that last night? He just disappears without even saying anything to her. Not even a thank you for letting him stay the night. It kind of saddened her, confused and at the same time disappointed. She admits last night was kind of new to her. Slowly she’s gotten comfortable around him.
It has been seven days since Dylan had a good night’s sleep. That dream haunts him. His first mate’s face, Laura, keeps appearing to his head whenever he closes his eyes. It was like the nightmares he had before Rachel came to his life crashing back like a wrecking ball. Ruining all his defenses in an instant. That dream he had. Where Laura was dancing on the top of the dais. It was like she was calling into him, yearning for his soul to come to her. Vanishing all of Rachel’s traits inside of his head. She was urging him to follow her to the other side. Dylan didn’t know what to do. He was torn between going with her or staying where he was at the moment. He doesn’t know what the dream means. For over the centuries, he was having the same nightmare. Seeing himself in the middle of his burning hut, gaping at the mangled corpses of his own family. Laura and Myro. It’s also been a week since he last visited Rachel. He didn’t want to face her without seeing or finding Laura in her. He
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
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
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
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