As I took Steven's hand in mine, leading him towards the staircase, I could feel my heart fluttering with anticipation.His warm fingers intertwined with mine, sending a surge of electricity coursing through me."Where are we going?" Steven's voice broke through my thoughts, his curiosity evident in his tone."To the bedroom," I replied, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of my lips.Steven's eyes widened in surprise at my words, and I couldn't help but laugh softly as I covered his mouth with my hand, relishing in the playful moment.I was filled with an overwhelming sense of joy as I led him up the stairs, each step bringing us closer to the sanctuary we had created together.As we reached the top of the staircase, Steven turned to me, his eyes searching mine with a mixture of desire and affection."What do you want, baby? Hmmm?" His voice was husky, sending shivers down my spine as he brushed aside a stray strand of hair, his lips gently grazing my skin in a tender kiss."I
STEVEN'S POINT OF VIEWAs the soft tendrils of sleep began to release their hold on me, I stirred in the warmth of the tangled sheets.The night had been a whirlwind of passion and intimacy, leaving Nathalie and me both sated and exhausted.With a contented sigh, I nestled closer to her, basking in the afterglow of our love.But our reverie was abruptly shattered by the insistent chime of the doorbell, echoing through the quiet of the early morning. Nathalie and I exchanged a weary glance, wondering who could be calling at such an hour.As I reluctantly rose from the bed, Nathalie followed suit, her expression mirroring my own confusion and concern.Wrapping a robe around my shoulders, I made my way to the door, my senses on high alert.Standing on the threshold was a figure cloaked in white, a healer's uniform stained with patches of crimson.My heart skipped a beat at the sight, dread clawing at my insides as I struggled to comprehend why he was there and how he knew we were there."
The rain came down in a relentless cascade, each drops a reminder that my father, Lycan King Xavier, had died.As I stood amidst the solemn gravestones, the pitter-patter of raindrops echoed through the cemetery, blending with the soft sobs of mourning souls.I held tightly onto the umbrella, its canopy providing a feeble shield against the downpour, while my wife stood beside me, her presence a comforting anchor amidst my grief.I love my father. He wasn't a good husband, but he was a good person to our people in Silver Pack.He has done good and bad deeds. When he committed mistakes, I knew that he was just doing that for the sake of our pack. He managed the pack with his blood, sweat, and tears.Sylvia looked at me after she has done her few words for my father. It was my turn to speak.I grab the microphone and turn to everyone in front of our pack members. With a deep sigh, I begin to speak."My father and I didn't have a good relationship at the start. I was a rebellious child,
Three months later..."Babe, here's your cup of coffee..."I looked up to see my beautiful wife in her white gown. It was early in the morning, and I usually read my papers at my office desk.She never disappoints me with her skill in coffee making. It tastes so good, just like her."What's with the smile, huh?" Nathalie asked as she sat in front of me. Shaking my head, I put down the cup on the cupboard and whispered, "Nothing...""Has work been hard lately?""No, but mine has," I smirked at her reaction."Huh?!" She asked in a shocked voice. I let out a hearty laugh and spread my legs widely. "Come here..." I nodded at my thighs and she obeyed me diligently."O-Okay..." she stuttered, a blush plastered on her cheeks.The moment I felt her skin touch mine, I could already feel myself becoming aroused.Damn it.Just like that.I inhaled her hair, her scent, her body wash. It felt amazing. All of it. I could feel myself getting harder because I wanted to kiss her."Steven, why am I here
"Here comes the daughter of the witch! Run, boys!" a boy my age mockingly shouted and pointed his finger at me. I was just walking in the hallway of my school, Mortem University when they started cooing and making fun of me. It became their hobby.They hated my long ginger hair and my white long dresses paired with a turtleneck shirt. I love wearing dresses like this because my mother put effort into making them hand-sewn.I despised my classmates, but I couldn't do anything aside from bowing my head and walking faster. They have such pea-sized brains even at their legal age.No one wanted to be friends with me because I'd drag them down the social rank, but that's okay because I enjoy my own company.I live with my ever-dearest single mother in our village. She was rumored to be a witch just because we live in a castle near the mountains. She's the love of my life, my companion, and I couldn't ask for anything as long as she's at my side."Nathalie, wake up! You're going to be late fo
I slept in the cabin last night with the stranger. The sun strikes my face and I hear a low groaning beside me. "Why are you still here? I told you to leave!" The man screamed at me, and I just gave him a small smile.What a nice greeting to start your day!Smiling at him sarcastically, I replied. "Good morning! Your energy is coming back because you could shout now."He looked confused at what I said.Before he could cut me off, I fixed my hair and grabbed the basket that I used yesterday to pick up some herbs. "Don't worry! I'll come back with another set of herbs. I promise it is better than the one I picked yesterday!"I beamed at him before heading back into the woods. My heart brimmed with an unusual joy because of helping the stranger I had only met the previous night. It felt irrational, almost insane, but I could not stop myself from doing this.After an hour, I returned with the herbs I had painstakingly prepared.At first, the man displayed hesitance and anger, but he had no
Gasping for breath, I fled from Lycan Steven, his utterance of the word 'mate' laced with a deadly passion scared me to death. He had been finding me for centuries, and now, as I stood before him, his eyes showed no hint of remorse, only an unexplainable desire to end my life.My escape was abruptly halted as I tripped over a large root, sending me tumbling to my knees.I cursed multiple times and endured the pain. Looking upwards, the night had fallen; the towering trees cast dancing shadows in the dim light. Pain shot through me, but I had no choice but to rise and sprinted with renewed urgency quickly.Glancing over my shoulder, I witnessed a chilling transformation.Lycan Steven, in a fluid motion, morphed into his wolf form, leaping with predatory grace. His silver fur gleamed in the moonlight, a mesmerizing yet terrifying sight.As I ran, his growl echoed behind me, a haunting reminder of the danger I was in. Tears blurred my vision, a testament to the harrowing journey I had end
In the once tranquil realm of our castle, my world fell apart the moment I stepped foot on its grounds.I just escaped from Lycan Steven, and this is the first thing I have seen.The majestic castle, a symbol of our family's legacy, was engulfed in ferocious flames, its once regal spires now wreathed in fire and smoke. The scene was chaotic, with villagers gathered around, their expressions a mix of pity and malice.Confusion and despair gripped me. "W-What's happening?!" My voice tore through the air, a desperate plea for understanding. Only hours before, I had narrowly escaped of my mate, and now I was confronted with this inferno – my home burning in fire.Exhaustion battled with urgency within me. My mother – she had to be inside!"Mother!" I shouted, shoving past the onlookers, some of whom bore expressions of sorrow, while others smirked with cruel satisfaction."Sylvia?" I called, hope surging as a silhouette flickered past a window. My heart raced as I spotted the ladder nearb