The night was dark, with only the gentle light from the moon shedding and casting its warm glow over the earth. Stars littered the night sky, and against the pitch black backdrop of it all, the scene above looked nothing short of a beautiful painting. The sound of leaves crunching underneath someone's feet cut straight through my thoughts. Immediately, I turned to the side, and standing a couple of feet away from me, was a black wolf, tall and mighty with its beady eyes staring down at me. A couple of moments passed as we both stared at each other, none of us daring to move. Something swirled in the pit of my stomach and before I could make sense of all that was happening, I found myself transforming back into my human form. My fear heightened when I realized whoever it was, was still in its wolf form. I didn't have to think too much because I'd barely mumbled the rest of the questions, before the wolf morphed into his human form, and the moment he did, a huge smile made its wa
WILLOW“Could you move that a little to the right, please?” A frown made its way to my face almost immediately. They’d done what I asked them to do, but it wasn’t looking how I’d pictured it in my head. Gesturing to the vase, I motioned to the left. “No, take it back a bit. Yes, a little to the left.”I stifled a groan the moment they were done. It still wasn’t right. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the perfect position to keep the vase. “That’s fine.” I sighed, finally giving up. The nerves were getting to me. “Just leave it as it is and make sure everything else is perfect. Nothing must go wrong tonight. Do you understand?” “Yes, ma’am.” The maids nodded in unison before dispersing to get everything else done. “You.” I pointed to another maid. “Make sure these glasses are sparkling before I get back.” I ran my thumb over the rim of a glass nestled on the buffer table. From where I stood, it looked clean enough, but I wanted everything in there to shine. Tonight must be
WILLOWA groan escaped me as I stirred awake. Tingles spread through my limbs as I turned and tossed. My eyes were heavy, and if it were up to me, I wouldn’t bother opening them again. What was the use? The last thing I wanted was to set my eyes on Asher after what he did to me. How could he? How could he reject me moments before his party where he was supposed to announce we were mates? I should have known he had a reason for asking me to keep our relationship a secret until it was time for the announcement at the party. He fooled me. Memories spilled over me. I pressed my eyes tighter as I tried to recall the events of last night. After Asher had walked out on me, what happened? I took a few bottles of alcohol, and then what? “No.” I gasped out loud and jolted upright, peeling my eyes open. Maybe if I hadn’t, I would have had more time to think things through. The moment I opened my eyes, a bolt of pain shot through my head. I stifled a groan as I cradled my head in my hands. I’d
CARTER No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get Willow's words out of my head. With every passing second, her voice grew louder and louder in my head, her facial expression taunting me all the more. “I never asked you to marry me.”“I didn’t mean it. I was drunk as hell, and I didn’t know what I was saying.” “Why would you even want to marry a weak omega like me?” Really? Was I supposed to believe that? Was that really the truth? A hand ran through my hair, and I sighed. I flopped back to the bed, the bottle of alcohol almost falling from my hand. The drink hadn’t dulled the pain of her… rejection, only made it worse. The memories of last night tried to take over, and I took another gulp from the bottle to prevent that from happening. I refuse to remember how perfectly her boobs fit in my hands. How much she giggled when she palmed me from the front and asked if it would fit inside her. It fitted quite alright, as we later got to find out. Too well, and just the reminder of how
CARTERFuck. Fuck. Fuck. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Heck, I didn’t even see this blowing up in my face at all. How could he? How could Dad set such a condition for me? Thinking about Willow's proposal was one thing. Going after her with a proposal of mine was another. A part of me hoped Dad was joking. He loved jokes. He told them most of the time, and it would have his guests howling with laughter. But when I stopped by his office today to give him his usual cup of morning coffee, he brought up the ultimatum for my coronation. I had to think of something fast, but my head was blank. The coronation was days away, and I didn’t know where to begin. I had to think of something, and fast, too. Knowing Dad, there was no way he would sit back. I could bet on the old man’s life that he already had a backup plan. A backup plan I was sure I would hate. The only solution was to get myself a Luna before that day. But I was stumped and at a loss of ideas. I had no girlfriend, ei
Willow No matter how hard I tried to forget it, the memory just wouldn't budge. It felt like it had been permanently etched into my mind and no matter how hard I tried to get rid of it, I was only wasting my time. It didn't help that I was a chronic over thinker. Even the littlest inconvenience could have me thinking about a million and one ways how I could have avoided it or how I could have acted differently to change the outcome.I hated this. I hated feeling like this. I let out a frustrated groan as I allowed my face to fall flat onto the empty space on my vanity. In doing so, I caught a glimpse of something lying dormant just a couple of inches away. At first glance, it didn't look like a lot, until I stared at it long and hard, and the moment I did, I felt my heart drop to my feet immediately.It was a necklace, with a heart pendant at the center. It was dangling at the edge of the table and it made me wonder how it hadn't fallen off by now. Maybe if it did, the broken pie
Willow. I clutched tightly to my purse, almost like my very life depended on it. In a way, I guess you could actually put it like that, because in the last couple of days I was so I was losing my grip on reality and maybe holding on to my purse would give me the satisfaction that I still had something under control, even though it was just a facade. “Willow?” Someone's voice by my side was all it took to pull me out of my thoughts. A quick glance at my side showed the owner of the voice to be none other than Carter. “Are you okay?”“Yeah.” I was lying through my teeth, but he didn't need to know that. “I'm fine.” That was all Carter needed to know that the conversation was over, and thankfully he didn't push it any further. When he'd come to pick me up this morning, he was all smiles and I couldn't help but feel infuriated. How could he show up at my place just like that, almost like he'd forgotten about the events of that night.The night we fucked. For hours on end, I coul
Willow. I swallowed as Carter walked towards us. He was still a good distance from us, but it wasn't enough to dull the rage that radiated from him. His eyes held nothing but fury in them and for a split second, I wondered who it was trained at. Me, or Asher. I snuck a glance at the man by my side. He didn't look at all fazed by Carter's mini outburst. If anything, he looked more relaxed, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, almost like he was expecting Carter to do something. Something tugged in my mind and I glanced at my waist. Asher's hand was still wrapped around me. I froze, but peeled his hand from my body almost immediately, but it was too late. Carter had already seen it and from the looks of things, he didn't seem very pleased. I shifted awkwardly on my heels as I waited for Carter to walk up to us. In nothing less than three strides, hr was standing. Right next to Asher and I.“Carter.” Asher spoke up first. His voice was low, dangerously low if you asked me. “It's