MITCH CHESTERTHE BOOK WAS boring as fuck. And that was even an understatement. He could feel his eyes closing as he read line after line. He knew more things now than he wanted to, but not what was necessary.He never knew that Anna's great grandmother was a red wolf. Red wolves were extremely rare, and came only once or twice in a century. Some packs and tribes believed that they had some superstitious powers, but nothing had been proven yet. Most people just took it as a mutation of some sort - just like albinism was to humans.Knowing that Anna's great grandmother was a red wolf was of no importance to him, or his cause, but he now knew it nevertheless.He closed the last page of the book and leaned back, stretching his back and feeling the pop of his spine as it moved after a long time of staying stiff.He reached for the bottle of whiskey and noticed that it was almost empty. He drained the last one in a gulp and placed the bottle on the floor, looking around. Alpha Rick was now
MITCH CHESTERANNA WAS NEVER like that, Mitch muttered to himself. She was never angry at another person's happiness, especially when she knew how relevant the mate bond was."Maybe that is why she is not in support of it," his beast growled. Maybe she needed to see Rick and Reine together and see how perfect they were for each other.As he walked to his suite, he felt a pair of eyes burning into his back. He turned sharply, but didn't see anybody or anything in the darkness. He continued his walk, but he knew there was someone out there watching him. His instinct told him so, and he always believed his instinct, no matter what; it had saved his life many times. He could not sniff the person nor hear anything except the sound of the night insects, but he could still feel the gaze of someone on him. He chuffed and entered his suite, closing the door behind him gently.He shrugged off his shirt and reached for his phone, dialing the kingdom line. It was answered on the second ring."D
MITCH CHESTERGONE WERE THE days when Mitch was insecure about how the children really saw him. Now, he knew they called him "Dad" but it was proper for them to meet their father. The man with whom they shared 50 percent of their genes. Mitch went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, and suddenly, feeling tired, he crashed on the bed and slept off.He awoke a few hours later to the sound of the bustling pack around. Bright sun rays were coming from the window, lighting up the room. He glanced at the bedside clock. It was past 7. He had not gotten barely enough sleep, but that was all he was going to get, so he got up from bed and stretched to relieve the ache in his neck and shoulders.He washed up again and dressed up, taking a hot cup of coffee from the mixer as he walked out. He leaned against the doorframe of his room and watched the activities of the pack while sipping on the coffee. Seeing the clear skies without the mountains and snowy weather felt quite unusual to Mitch a
THEIR EYES MET in a clash of fiery passion and heat, and she immediately know that they were at their breaking point. She stepped out of the burning house, walking up to meet him.Scooping her into his arms, trapping her hands, he kissed her. Not any kind of panic sloppy kissing, but this was something else. This was a preview, a warning. Vladimir liked this part, and he was good at it. So he’d take it slow for the next few minutes because soon, the moment he had that dress off, her, in fact, it was going to get crazy again. Messy, wet and hot, and while he couldn’t do everything he used to, he could do plenty.He tasted the cherry-red flavour of wine on her lips, before delving deeper into the kiss. Her moan was low as she fought with his tongue. He moved his hands under her hair until he found the top of her dress, the zipper hidden inconveniently behind a fold of material, but he found it soon enough . His cock hardened as the zipper lowered until it hit bottom.The feel of her sk
Vladimir kissed her as if he’d read her mind and knew exactly what she wanted. All the things she had thought about. How that exact pressure made her shiver. How one of her favorite things was when it wasn’t only thrusting, but teasing and nipping and licking and just plain wanting to feel everything.His fingers brushing the small trail of hair on her pussy made her quiver, and God, they needed to stop screwing around. She stepped back from the glorious kiss and took his hand out of her panties. “Now?” she asked."Thank God." He grinned and pushed her towards the bed. "Go."She obeyed. Vladimir carefully maneuvered the waistband of his briefs over his straining cock. Alice couldn’t look anywhere else but at his darkly flushed erection. There was moisture at the tip, his foreskin barely visible.“I’m going to start begging in a minute,” he whispered.Alice forced her gaze up. “We wouldn’t want that.” He groaned low and loud, his cock jerking against his taut stomach.His hands went t
500 B.C.E, "ANNIKA, DO NOT do this," One of the women said in a long forgotten language. "This is against the laws.""The laws do not apply to me," The woman called Annika said, looking back. She pulled down the hooded shawl made from dried animal skin from her head, revealing a very pretty face, bright blue eyes, and high cheekbones framed with dirty blond hair. "I made the law." Her eyes flashed across the plain, empty desert that stretched all around them and their small, shabby looking tents.This was one of the first ever covens of witches to roam the earth. They were more of wanderers, moving from place to place, following the wind, and signs they saw in the night sky."Annika," an older woman said, walking out of the tent on shaky legs. The wind was heavy and threatened to sweep her away, but she made it up to Annika and placed a hand on her arm. Annika looked at the elder witch and the red blood markings that covered most of her face. "What you are planning to do... it will s
THE PRESENT,VLADIMIR RUBBED HIS chest, feeling the bump of the knife the cursed witch had plunged into his heart. Even after all these centuries, the scar still remained.He walked out of the dilapidated cabin where he and Alice just finished having the roughest sex in all his life. The cabin was barely standing as he walked out. As soon as he stepped into the sunlight, his skin sparkled like diamonds, lighting him up like a beacon. He gazed at the sky and at his surroundings. The view of the terrain reminded him of the night he was changed and cursed to roam the earth forever and live only on the blood of humans."Let's go," he said, allowing the wind to carry his soft voice to Alice, who was still indoors. The smell of burnt flesh and corpses hung heavy in the air, and the blood stains had turned black. He could see some vultures hovering around, waiting for him to leave before they descended.He scoffed as he got into one of the cars and turned on the engine. Alice joined him in t
ANNA KYLIN CHESTERAFTER THE CALL with Mitch, I went about my morning duties mechanically without putting my heart to them. It was like I was in autopilot mode."Good morning, mom," My children greeted me simultaneously as they joined me at the breakfast table."Good morning, babies," I fondled the hair of the one closest to me without knowing whom it was."When will Dad be back?" Addison asked with a mouthful of bread toast."When he finishes what he's doing," I replied."I do hope he finished very soon," Addison said, "I don't want him to miss my birthday."Birthday? I was taken aback. I frowned and remembered that she was right. Their birthdays were coming, and I would have completely forgotten about it. What sort of mother was I? I queried myself."He will be back before your birthdays," I reassured, praying silently that it would be so."What is he doing?" Aiden asked. "And where did he go?"I sighed. "He went to my father's pack.""Where you were born?" Addison gasped.I nodded,