Satisfied with his work on her hair, Dylan shifted her into a more comfortable position, leaning down and placing a gentle peck on the forehead before he left her room and went to inspect the progress on the outside. He looked down on his wristwatch, seeing that it was almost dawn and the rest of the crew were making the final touches for all the things he had purchased. He wanted to see Rachel’s reaction when she woke up, yet he could not. There were still things he needed to do in his office. He knew Grace couldn’t handle all the workload meant for him to settle. As much as the woman admired him and could not say no to all of his requests, he is not heartless enough to put the poor woman through such a stressful situation. One of the members of the crew comes out of the kitchen. With an adjustable wrench in his hand, placing it on his tool belt, which was fastened around his waist. ” “Mr. Reed, everything is done. You can come and see. He says as he approaches him. Dylan nodded
She stood there, fazed with everything. Rachel urges herself to move, thinking that maybe, just maybe, when she gets home after works, then everything is back to normal. Now that she comes to think about it, she realizes that she does, in fact, have a job to do, and that it is getting late. “Oh! damn!” She bolted out of the kitchen and dashed to her bathroom, stripping off her clothes and hurling them all over the place as she jumped into her shower. Gingerly stepping on the tub and turning the shower on, setting the heater into lukewarm. She was still eying the thing carefully, waiting for it to disappear from her vision. Suddenly, warm water gushed forth from the showerhead, blessing her with its pleasant temperature. She kept reminding herself that she would be late if she stayed in the shower any longer than was absolutely necessary, no matter how much she wanted to indulge herself in the shower. She didn’t even scrub off her skin that much since she already got washed last nig
Beast. She knew no one she called beast except for that wolfman. Completely appalled by it, her knees buckled under the weight of the situation, forcing her to grip the corner of the register's counter. exclaiming, “Oh, God!” Ice-cold beads of sweat dripped from the temples all of a sudden. Craig looked at her with curiosity, “You know him?” Rachel blinked out her fear, swallowing the large lump on her throat before answering him,“I think I know who took me home last night.” Then it came to her senses that he isn’t a human and is highly capable of taking one’s life in an instant. She roamed her eyes to her friend, checking if he was injured or something, “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?” “No, I’m fine. I should be the one asking you that.” Craig replied, assuring her that he was okay. Rachel nodded, taking a deep breath, and tried to relax, “I’m okay. He didn’t hurt me.” There was a Splitting silence blanketed between them. Craig's face became increasingly seriou
He had already caused her a great deal of distress and caused her to be in a state of internal turmoil. ‘God, I’m so tired. When will Lorelei come back from her break?’ She internally complained just at the same time her stomach coiled with hunger. Even though she was beaming as she served the customers, seeing the never-ending line made her cry internally as the conversation continued in the same vein. Rachel fought the scowl to emerge from her face as she punches in the orders coming from the last customer and readied the monitor for the new order. In her peripheral vision, a male customer patiently waiting for her to finish what she was doing with the cash register. She quickened her pace and put a smile on her face, she raised her head to greet the new customer, saying their tagged line, “Hello, welcome to Cloud-Nine Coffee shop, what is your order?” However, her eyes went wide when she saw the man that stood across her. She wasn’t expecti
Craig only laughs at her, patted her head using his ketchup-stained hands. Rachel gaped at him and smack his hands away from her, then both of them burst into a fit of laughter. After they finished their hotdog in a bun meal, they still got left a good fifteen minutes before their break time is over and they are now sitting on a long bench near, enjoying the cold weather. “Thanks for the treat, Craig. Soon enough it will be my turn to treat you and Lorelei.” Rachel said smiling and leaned further on the bench and lift her face in the air, letting the cold air touches her nose. “You know it’s nothing. I can treat you whenever I wanted.” Her friend replied, inserting his hands on the pocket of his woolen coat. He was also wearing his beanie hat, though the tip of his pink-tinged ear pokes. Craig let out a loud sigh, blowing a cloud of mist from his nose as he turns his gaze to her, his face twisting with interest, “Anyways, that man from last night. I don’t think he’s just an ordinar
Not that she wanted the police to find out and investigate the crime scene, because she's certain that the traces would lead them to her and complicate matters further, especially given the fact that she's just a migrant refugee coming from a war with no connection to anyone that would save her from getting out of trouble. Furthermore, she doesn’t know how to explain to the authorities how they were killed. Claw marks were all over the places, and no ordinary human being could do such thing. Except for Dylanyy, and he wasn’t a normal human being. In that case, no one would ever believe her story. She’s just starting a new life in a new place, things like that aren’t good for her. However, Rachel couldn’t help but be left in wonder as to why it was too quiet. Is it possible that Dylan had something to do with it? He must have cleaned up the messes so that no one would know what he had done. “Are you okay? You became quiet all of a sudden.” Craig’s voice took her out from her trance.
It kind of insulted her, but these foods are in a different argument. She stared at the meat, the corner of her mouth salivating at the juicy red complexion, and her stomach growled loudly by the sight of a good amount of foods stacked in her new refrigerator. “Damn! You’re making me hungry.” She groaned, eyeing the meat with ravenous intent. Her fingers drummed on the ref’s handle, swallowing the saliva that had accumulated on her mouth. After a brief period of self-deliberation, her subconsciousness finally comes around to her side. ‘Fine. Cook that fresh beef meat. Honestly, it looks tasty.’ “Now we’re talking!” She gleefully squealed, taking out the pack of meat in a speed of light, murmuring to herself when she realized she was having an internal war with her own being,“Heavens! I’m going crazy...” ....Dylan watches her at the corner of her apartment while conversing with herself, debating whether or not she should accept the meat that he had purchased for her. It takes e
Rachel didn’t give Dylan a chance to explain himself and drive him off outside her bedroom, smacking and pushing him with a pillow,“Take it back then! | don’t want any of it!” “Go!” She cried out with one last push until Dylan stepped out from her room and slammed the door shut in his face. She was panting really hard. Her heart thudded in her chest like a thousand galloping horses. She leaned her back against the door, her tears kept on streaming down her cheeks. She didn’t want to cry. However, she wasn’t in control of it. They were an open well that kept on overflowing no matter how hard she tried to wipe them dry. He made her feel uncomfortable. She thought he was a burglar that came into her house and would mean her harm. She thought she was going to die, rape her dead body. There were so many things that were running in her head right now. She never sensed his presence. She didn’t know how long he was staying inside her apartment. He invaded her space once again. First and
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