“The other werewolves are also leaving today.” Adam said, thinking that perhaps they should wait a little longer. “Caricature took a SPIN to take them. But he made sure you got home first.” “So it wasn't a delusion, Caricature is really here.” “Kate's here too.” “Why does he want me to go home first? Is there something waiting for me there?” “Not that I know of. Caricatura said it's for you to rest. He said you need to live with your memories, and not let them dominate your mood.” Mycon stopped talking and cracked a wide smile. “Caricature is talking just like Kate.” Mycon said, looking at Alfa through the rearview mirror and rolled his eyes. “Oh, I remember. Kate said she was going to spend some time there until you recovered. And pretend you didn't notice that it looks like she ate a whole small watermelon.” Mycon said, and smiled amusedly at his conclusion. “It's not a good time to have Kate's company.” “It's not a good time for Alpha to be away from the people wh
Adam looked with disgust at the food. Anna loved it and always prepared it for him. But he forced himself to sit down and help himself. He could no longer associate everything with Anna, or he would never forget her. When he did, he could taste the dish. It was the most delicious food he had ever eaten. As soon as he'd finished, he picked up his glass of juice, and Kate approached him with some pills in her hand. “What are these?” Adam asked suspiciously. “They're your antibiotics. Don't be a difficult boy, and take them soon.” Adam accepted and took the pills, popping them into his mouth. Kate watched him with her arms crossed. “I've already taken the medication, Kate.” Adam said, annoyed by her attitude. “We need to have a talk, but you're not very well. So it's going to happen with you lying down and resting. I've taken the liberty of preparing the room down here for you and I've had everything you own brought up to it. No more living in the past.” Adam said nothing a
The boy remained silent, staring at Maxwell. “I'm your father, and you're my son, and that's how it's going to be, forever. I love you like I've never loved anyone else in my life, and I'd take a bullet for you, but I'm not the one who planted your little seed in your mother's belly... You're the most like me of all my children, you obey the same sense of morality as I do, and we're very similar in character, we have the same blood, too, but...” “But my daddy, it's Uncle Adam.” The boy finished without surprise, when he saw that his father was struggling to finish the sentence. “You don't seem upset.” Anna said, arching her eyebrow suspiciously. “I already know that, it's been a long time. But I agreed with Uncle Adam that I wouldn't call him Dad, so as not to hurt my father.” Maxwell and Anna exchanged a look, before turning to Ian. “And that's fine with you? Is there anything you want to say about that? Do you have any doubts?” Maxwell asked, disguising his anger a
Maxwell found Anna in the kitchen, concentrating on drying the cook's veins. The woman was fighting Anna with horror in her eyes, to no avail. She was strong. He approached and pulled Anna away from the cook with ease and looked at the woman. “Your wife... She's gone mad! She's a monster!” The cook screamed, trying to get away. Maxwell held her head and when she looked into his eyes, she froze. “Nothing happened here. You haven't seen my wife since she arrived.” Maxwell said and looked at the cook's neck. Anna was clumsy. He turned to her. “You got a one-night stand with an unknown man yesterday and he branded your neck. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” She said with tears running from her eyes. “Good. Now go and put a bandage on that neck.” As the woman was leaving, Anna tried to grab her, but Maxwell stopped her, holding her effortlessly. “I want more blood!” Anna said in a guttural voice. Maxwell looked at her and pulled her into the living room, where there w
Maxwell solved that problem on the eighth day. When Anna took his hand and pulled him to the bedroom, he went, but refused to touch her. “What's happening to you, Maxwell? What happened to the much-acclaimed virility of the men in the Lens family? You're a disappointment!” She said haughtily. “Anna, you have three boys who need you.” “They have nannies, grandmothers, grandfather, you, Jenna... And I'm not in the mood to listen to children whispering.” “Ian wants to talk to you.” “You've already taught him that you can't have what you want. Let him understand that.” “You're neglecting your job as a mother.” Anna looked at him angrily. “If you don't want to lie with me, that's fine, Maxwell. I understand that you're a slacker, but you're not going to tell me what to do, or judge me. We're in your courtroom, Maxwell. And you're not the judge here.” Maxwell looked at her thoughtfully. “There's something missing, Anna. Tell me what it is, and we'll sort it out, so
Maxwell turned and looked at her. She was beautiful and seductive. Ian would be a lucky man. His first wife, by coincidence, would be the same woman who lay with his father for the first time. Maxwell held out his hand. And Genevieve approached. “I'm not going to be your spare tire, Max. Wait for Anna to come back and do with her what she wants... And you too.” Maxwell wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him, and unzipped the back of her dress. “You're going to be whatever I want you to be, Genevieve.” He said, and Genevieve's dress slipped to the floor. Maxwell pulled away and stared into Genevieve's seductive eyes. “But I think you're saving yourself for someone very special to me, and that's why... I'll never touch you.” Genevieve smiled. “I always believed that Adam was very special to you, Master, and yet you stole his girl.” Genevieve said, as she bent down, put her dress back on and left. ... Anna had a bad taste after sucking for five
Anna smiled, against her will. “Can I do all this?” “Oh, Anna. Don't get any ideas. I'm immune to your gifts. But you can do this and much more. You just need to find a way to know how to do it.” “Why are you immune? That doesn't seem very fair...” Anna insisted, wanting to see Maxwell turned into a frog. “Anna... What would you do then? Kiss me to make me your Prince Charming?” Anna lost the amusement in her gaze. “How do you know what I was thinking?” “How I know is the answer to why I'm immune to your gifts.” Maxwell said and moved closer. “Your mind belongs to me, Anna. There's nothing you can do without my permission.” “So... Even if I become Bruma...” “You're already Bruma, Anna.” “And that means you're going to control me all the time? Everything I can say with my gifts... Will only be with your permission?” “Yes. I can do that, but I'd rather not. I don't control all vampires, but I am the law of all of you, and I haven't imprisoned any of you in my
Anna arched her eyebrows. “Apart from wanting to kill you?” Maxwell began to approach her slowly. “Is that what you feel like doing when you look at me?” He asked, his voice hoarse and his gaze dark. “Do you have a better suggestion?” Anna replied, biting her lower lip, desire burning in her eyes. “I think you might feel like getting to know my full potential in bed. You still don't know what I'm capable of.” “Sleeping more than twenty-four hours is not what I consider 'potential in bed'.” Maxwell smiled, and stopped inches away from her. “I wasn't thinking about sleeping, but I did think about spending that amount of time penetrating you.” Anna felt her body respond to those words as if he had given her a very intimate caress. “I want news, Maxwell. You've already spent three days penetrating me... Twenty-four hours, that's less.” Maxwell took her in his arms and Anna crossed her legs around his waist. “You were a human, Anna. I needed three days to get my