VERENAI pat her back, feeling her pain. Ezra and Veenie are the life of this house. A part of me feels guilty for taking this life away from them. I’ll make sure the kids stay in touch with this pack. No matter wherever we are heading, the Moonlight Pack is always going to be our first home. The pack that changed everything for me, gave me a place to belong. I hold back my own tears. “I will. Not only that, I’d also visit you all with the kids as frequently as I can.” I promise her and dad pats my back gently. I break the hug and sense Ezra poking his head through the door, staring at us. “Ezzie?” Maria calls him out and he stiffens. “Why are you hiding there?” She asks and turns to him. Ezra stands before the room, his head lowered. I can sense his sadness. He’s excited to be with his dad, but also sad because he has to leave his grandpa and Ri behind. “Come here, big wolf,” Dad motions him with his hand and Ezra slowly walks over to him. He keeps his head lowered and Dad pats
VERENAI shake my head. I’m overthinking it. Last night he looked fine. Venus’s big eyes lift towards someone behind me and I turn around to see Carlisle lean against the exit door frame. “Hey,” he greets me with a subtle smile. I pull Venus in my arms and turn to him. “Hi. I was wondering when you’d come.” He slides his hand inside his jeans pocket, staring at me for quite a few seconds. “So you’re returning to that pack, huh?” He asks but it's more like he’s conforming to it. I don’t miss the sadness in his voice. “I hope you are safe in there.” he mumbles, his eyes hardening with concern. I nod. “I will be. I’m not the same person I was back then,” I mutter, hoping it would reduce his concerns. I know he doesn't like me getting back with Elijah. But he won’t ruin our friendship for that. Carlisle’s smile widens as if my words have assured him. He looks at me and nods. “Yeah, you are stronger now. Still, if anything happens, you know whom to call.” He winks and I chuckle. His
VERENAEzra looks at Elijah. “Daddy, how does the Iron Claw Pack look? Does it have an iron claw?” he asks, his eyes glinting with excitement and anticipation for his new home.The corner of Elijah’s lip tugs into a smirk. “It does not have a claw. As for how it looks… you’ll find out in a few hours.” He runs his hand through Ezra’s hair and his eyes lift toward me. We exchange a glance, and part of me wants to sit beside him, but the kids' safety comes first, so we put the two between us in the backseat. Not that I don’t like this arrangement. It's everything I have wanted—my kids and my love together in one place.It doesn't take long before we reach the borders of the Iron Claw Pack. The car stops before the forest, and I feel a strong repulsion surging through my veins. It's like a force that restricts me from coming closer to the borders. Since Elijah banished me, technically I am not allowed to enter the pack yet.Elijah looks at Ezra. “Sit here and wait, okay?”Ezra nods, and E
VERENAThe car screeches to a stop, the sudden jolt throwing me forward. My heart pounds as I stare out the window. A blinding wall of color and noise hits me. Thousands of people are packed together, their faces a blur of excitement and disbelief. A sea of colorful banners and balloons stretches down the street, a rainbow of welcome..I look out and can’t believe my eyes. A huge crowd of people is cheering and throwing flowers. They’re all smiling at me.My brows lift in shock as I squint my eyes. “Um, Elijah. What’s going on? Why are there so many people on the road?” I don’t get a response. But I don’t need one as I hear cheers erupt through the crowd. “She’s here!” “Oh my God! It's our Luna!” Elijah steps out of the car again. This time he lets Ezra join him. He then walks over to my side and opens the door for me. “Come.” He mutters and I frown.I slowly open the car door and step out into the chaos. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and sweat, mixed with the overwhel
VERENAWe receive a lot of gifts and blessings from the pack members before we head to the packhouse. Inside the packhouse, I am given a warm welcome by the staff. I don’t see many familiar faces like Maya who used to be a bitch to me. Maybe Elijah kicked her out or something. Ezra scans the vast living room space, his jaw dropped in awe from taking in the opulence. He runs towards the floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a panoramic view of the forest, the glass reflecting the room’s cool, metallic sheen. The walls are a smooth, matte black, a perfect backdrop of the art pieces that hang like scattered constellations. Art pieces that I bought when I spent my time here. He hasn’t thrown them away. My eyes fall on the sitting area, a sleek, L-shaped sofa dominating the space, its cushions upholstered in a deep, charcoal gray leather. The familiar low, glass coffee table holds a single, sculptural flower arrangement. The same table where I signed the divorce papers. A wave of mixed e
VERENA“Lie on the bed,” Elijah commands, his deep voice accompanied by his hot breath that falls on my neck, making me tremble. My nipples pierce through the skimpy rhinestone bra, the belly chain leaving a cold touch on my skin. My core aches for the slighted touch or friction. I don’t fight back as I like submitting to him and am dying to feel everything he has to offer tonight. Elijah’s tongue runs down the nape of my neck even before I can move. His teeth grazes my skin, sucking on it roughly. I arch my head back as a moan escapes me. He pulls away and I turn around, but instead of walking I decide to get on all fours and begin to crawl towards the bed. I hear his groan, feel his gaze on my perky ass that’s swaying with each movement. I bite my lower lip in excitement, knowing that despite how dominant he is, I am the one who truly holds power over him. Heat courses through my body as I sit on the bed. “Good girl. Now lie on your stomach,” He speaks. I obey his words and lie
VERENAI gulp the lump in my throat as he stands before the bed. He turns on the switch and a light humming sound generates from the bullet. Elijah’s gaze falls on me. “Spread them,” He whispers and my thighs tremble as I part my legs again. I moan as he rubs the bullet on my clit before he inserts it inside me. The little thing causes strong vibrations between my core walls, making my body shake with pleasure. He takes off his shirt and his leather pants, freeing his bulge. His manhood springs to life and the veins on its length causes a strong desire within me. I lick my lips as I slide to the edge of the bed. My hand barely wraps around his thick member. Once I get a good grip on it, I begin to move my hand up and down. Elijah takes a sharp breath as I increase the motion. Pre cum drips out of his tip and slides down his cock. The sight is enough to drive me wild. I draw my lips closer to his tip and suck on it. He closes his eyes and groans from the pleasure of my tongue on
VERENA“Hold on,” He says and hoists me up while his member is buried inside me. I gasp and then giggle at the sudden shift in air. He sits on the bed and I am facing him. He takes my right nipples in his mouth and bites it hard. “Ah!” I yell in pain while his member is straight inside me. I can feel its presence throughout my entire body, my skin, every cell. I can feel him. It's the best feeling in the world and I’ll never get enough of it. “Ride me,” Elijah whispers, his voice low yet powerfully demanding. My body starts to move on its own, way before my mind can process what he said. It's as if he has some control over me. Why won’t he? This sexy man is like a God who gives me what I truly desire. I bounce up and down on his cock at a rapid pace. “Faster,” he growls and grabs me by my hips, slamming himself into me. I scream, blinded by pain and pleasure. I place my hands on his shoulders and bite his arm. He groans in pleasure, the bite leaving a small mark on his arm. The w