This is what I call lovemaking. Our lovemaking. His warm lips brushed across my earlobes, neck, and clavicle as his strong fingers stroked my crevice tenderly. He was like a starving beast that had just caught its first meal in a very long time, panting and eyes burning with hunger for passion. "I can't bring myself to resist,” he whispered against my skin. “Even if I die, I'll want to do this tonight.” Tyler paused to meet my gaze, “At least for tonight." Tyler, using the remaining power he still has for the day, pushed me to the bed and grabbed both of my legs at the edge, ripping my clothing apart. My exposed breasts shimmer in the light. I bit back a scream as I looked down at my thumping chest, red and hot, and he dove in—swallowing my perk tips in his warm lips. My thoughts began to blur as his hot tongue flicked my nipples, swiveled around it and expertly grazed his teeth. My gut lurched in a familiar way as he s
I let out a startled gasp as I wriggled beneath him. But my body was unconcerned, and it continued to acceptably squeeze his essence. Suddenly, I felt myself being pushed over the edge and into a blinding white light; the beat of my heart pounded in my chest. Still in shock, I saw that Tyler hadn't finished. Not yet. I wanted to cry from the overload of sensations, exploding and fracturing the stars. So I clutched to him even tighter as I felt myself being swept away by the rush of ecstasy. I wanted to sink deeper into him as he pounded me with the same desire to cool off my body. Never before have I experienced simultaneous feelings of pleasure and anguish—the bizarre combination of worry and excitement. My muscles ached as he pushed forward, ramping up the pace and, if at all possible, getting them closer. His privates slamming across my thighs flooded my ears with a luscious sound, the music that me and Tyler are jamming with. Eventually, I just couldn'
I wasn’t feeling well as soon as the sun rose the next day. “Are you okay?” Tyler extended a hand to my forehead, gently touching it. “You look tired and…pale.” He gave me a meaningful grin when he saw me inside the comfort room, washing my mouth with the running water from the faucet. My arms were on the side of the cold tiles of the sink as we stared at each other’s eyes. “Shut up,” I said in an irritated manner. But Tyler…he just crossed his arms and saw how it corded, leaning on the glass door of the bathroom. Just like me, Tyler was wearing a bathrobe—and it looks like he’s waiting for me to finish and wants a long bath. “Do you want to go to—” “No,” I replied without letting him finish his question. “Please,” I raised my arm to cut him off when he was about to say more. “Let’s just stay in the room today,” I insisted. Tyler shrugged, squinting his eyes at me. Staring at my every move like a hawk and me as his prey. “If that’s what you want…” he s
“Hearteaters will never be brave to step out in Moonburn since they are only in power when they are near their creator.” Which was me, Eliane—my so-called mysterious other half by the way. I almost voiced it out if not for a ghastly grip that wrapped around my wrist. Eliane’s grip. “Hearteaters may travel around the world but their power and strength weakens the farther they are to the bones of Eliane.” Nodding, I grabbed the remote and asked him to play a game with me so that we could immediately cut off our conversation about Eliane and her mighty creations. Our so-called masterpiece. We ended up choosing Super Mario Bros, simple yet entertaining even until now. Tyler and I played, and I always ended up winning. I knew Tyler was just bullshitting the hell out of me because he knows I enjoy being the winner and him being the loser so that he could pressure me in bed that, since I won, I should be the one to do him. The one that should be on top of him. He
I want to go home now. My world is spinning; stars fracturing, wind cleaving as if it was threatening to cut me in half. I slowly cracked my eyelids open, slowly inhaling his scent. I stared at his red-rimmed cerulean eyes, the eyes that can vaguely hide sorrows and immensely pour out unspoken sadness. “I want to go home.” I murmured with these eyes closing again, never minding if my voice is enough to be heard by someone or even by the ghost of Eliane herself. I know how important our honeymoon is and how productive our days here in Greece has been. Yet, being apart from the first place that I called home is a torture enough to let me yield to Eliane’s unfathomable essence. “I am your home.” It was all he declared; it was a love confession. Affectionate words that let me remember that I am never alone—that I will be forever bound to him, eternally. I heaved a breath. “I mean in Stella’s Soul.” He blinked by
Someone has been poisoning me. And if someone has been poisoning me, who could that be? The only person that has been with me all the time is… “Tyler,” I muttered my husband’s name, brushing away that parasitic thought that I have no proof of if he actually did it. Besides, he has no reason to poison me— ‘I am you. You are me.’ Eliane’s voice shook my core. I brush it away with a subtle shake of my head. ‘Please, Eliane. Leave me alone!’ No one told me that one cannot fight her own corrupt soul. Yet, here I am…sending Eliane away from my mind as if it was possible. “She only felt that more gravely now because she is far from Stella’s Soul.” The voice of Alpha Kairo, even a few meters away, still shakes every corner of my bones. He glanced at Tyler before jerking his jaw to me. “It was my sister who told me. She can detect poison and is immune to poison. Nyrene even tried giving you a drink with poison to see if your body would react. But you didn’t. And now you did.” “What t
I woke up to the sound of a gunshot. I slowly cracked my eyes open, a set of seven people were a few paces before us. The view from outside the car is now telling me I’m no longer on the plane. The light of the car tells me they were all men judging by the way they stalked towards us. To my left, Tyler’s face remained calm—deadly calm. One that he often wears before he indulges into a full battle stunt. His face is wholly painted to what most people call as the ‘calm before the storm’. He’s the Storm Summoner, there’s no doubt he won’t live up to his title and moniker. Yet, something tells me his expression is a little bit different to what I mostly see. He’s not angry, according to this angle I am staring at. He just sat there, not even bothering to open the door and greet them with a wall of ice. My husband just remained sitting beside me, waiting for something I don’t know. Wiping the misty surface of the window with m
It is my first time waking up in Stella’s Soul—inside the Honeymoon House—without the scent of rain and forest and mist welcoming my senses. Tyler taking off his shirt and going inside the bath was the last thing I remembered before I cuddled with my pillows, eventually occupying the whole bed with my snore. I should apologize to Tyler. But what am I going to apologize for? I don’t even know what I did wrong. I don’t even know what triggered Tyler to act coldly towards me. “You’re awake.” There, by the threshold of our room, Tyler leans by the door. Shirtless and unzipped pants beckoning me to reach for his dick. My breath thickens with every step he takes, closer and closer to where I am sitting at the edge of the bed. “Are you feeling nauseous?” I shook my head. “Aren’t you going to vomit? Shriek because you have a migraine? Go back to sleep because of your pregnancy sickness?” I keep shaking my head with every que
This is my fucking third book, which took me almost six months to finish. *laughing devilishly* You might be surprised why this has a sad/shocking ending. But I’d like to point out that not all stories end in “happily ever after”. I look forward to expanding the story of Elaine and Tyler. But as long as it does not harbor enough readers, the ending remains as it is. If ever enough readers would demand a sequel or a better love story between Elaine and Tyler, then I shall provide you/them a story that will fulfill happiness and give justice to the characters. I’m sorry if this story ends this way as there are things that made me stop at that point. As a writer with limited resources and is struggling, I commit to my very best to provide you quality and unique stories that will somehow quench your reader taste. To be honest, up until now, I am still learning the world of werewolves and fated mates and stuff. That’s why my n
Jason’s face crumpled and stared at the wounds on his body. “Don’t you think it’s weird?” “What?” “I’ve been kidnapped, but they treated my wounds.” “Yeah, I agree. What else could be the reason that they were keeping you alive?” Jason scratches his chin and looks at the ceiling seriously. “I don’t know…” He continues, “They’re trying to get something from me.” His jaw locked. We fell in silence. He looked at me again. “Where’s Elaine by the way?” I blushed. “She’s out to get me food.” I lied with a poker face. “Oh,” he nodded, “you’re hungry…” “Yeah. I crave something… sweet.” He fell quiet. “Let’s just wait for her.” Both of us agreed to ‘wait’ for Elaine before we escaped to my white mansion. Elaine has been kidnapped by them, and I woke up in my mansion after that with my brother pounding on the doorstep. However, a blaring sound of an alarm echoed inside, and a monotone and robotic voice spoke on the speaker. “Code 134. Code 134. Code 134. An alien got into the hospita
I know Rowan is stupid, but I didn’t expect him to be dumber than a street dog. He only had a few back up from his kind, but half of them were now on the floor. People were going crazy inside the restaurant as I stumbled on my table and grabbed Elaine’s wrist to get her out of this place. However, a blonde Hearteater kicked my knees and pounced on Elaine’s face. And my wife was thrown away from my grip. Words have no place in a fight to the death. My vision blurs and I no longer fucking care who I’ll kill. Anyone who tries to intervene me will fucking die. I lunged at Rowan but fainted at the last second. He goes whistling past me. Rowan encircled me first before his hands stretched out to grab me. I leap onto Rowan like a howler monkey. When he throws his hands up into my hair and yanks, bending over and trying to flip me off, I cling for dear life, viciously digging my nails into him as hard as I can, tightening my grip like a freaking boa constrictor. He spins and rushes ba
Luna Elaine and I got into a fight an hour later after that. I was ready to prepare for a war. I trained my pack like an army, where death sweeps to wherever we fought alongside each other. Those who want to be part of our journey will sign up voluntarily, those who don't want to, they can freely not. I’m not an authoritarian leader, so it’s up to the choice they will make. However, all men signed up. No one backed down. “Elaine…” I sighed, looking at her tucked up in our bed. She’s been like this for the past few days. I was so busy with the pack that I could only check her up in the evening. Tonight, I couldn’t hold the deafening silence between us anymore. “Please, my wife, don’t be like this.” No response was heard a heartbeat later. “Can you just support me?” I heard her muttering a heavy sigh before turning at me. “Why will I support someone who wants to be a killer? You’ll be no different compared to the Hearteaters.” My jaw moved, and I couldn’t help but to look awa
Tyler’s POV I thought it will be a peaceful night. We were bombarded with the news circulating in the pack about a pulp who was found dead in the middle of the woods. The guards who were having their nightly rotation immediately reported to the headquarter’s office about the said situation. “We thought it was a human, but it turns out it was one of our pack, Alpha,” Geoffrey, a guard on duty, explained to me. A mixture of jasmine and vanilla filled my nose.I glanced at the far left corner, and there, I saw Elaine’s shadow. Her eyes were telling me that she was worried. Very worried. I quickly went to her and grabbed her arms. “What are you doing here?!” “What do you mean?” She scoffed. “Someone from Stella’s Soul is dead!” “As if it was new to you,” I growled. “That’s why you shouldn’t be here, Elaine. Go back to our mansion!” “Are you kidding me, Tyler?” “No, I am not.” I sighed, my chest felt heavy while my eyes roamed around the place. The guards saw my gesture as a
Tyler’s POV The smell of burning flesh flooded the air, choking me in desperation as I watched my wife burn. My wife. My mate. “My Elaine…” ‘You love her?’ Remus asked. I continue to watch flames erupt from her and burn the nearby grass. “Yes,” I muttered loudly. As loud as Elaine’s shrieks, whose bones are probably melting this very second I hesitated. ‘Then save her.’ Hesitation flooded my face and mind. But this is not the time to cower. No, I have been a coward long enough. It’s time to make little sacrifices of my own. I forced my body and soul to crawl near her, disregarding the tears that tried to hinder my sheer sight. Elaine sacrificed herself for us—burned herself for us, even killing our child in her womb. This is wrong. Utterly wrong. Minutes ago, I imagined her killing myself—drowning her into the very spring where I used to bathe to clear my thoughts.
Tyler’s POV I parted my mouth from her trembling lips. She was cold and pale despite the balmy breeze here in the spring. Something is wrong with her. I can smell it. Feel it. My hands immediately reached for her bag even before she could protest. And there was only gasoline and matches, a torch and a lighter. “So we’re going to have a barbecue and you didn’t bring any meat?” She chuckled, eyes looking straight at the body of water before us. “I hope you can teach me how to hunt. A rabbit will do.” She’s been speaking all along without looking me in the eyes. Something is very wrong here. The doctor just called me minutes ago that Elaine is acting suspiciously, disturbingly. Asking questions about burning and suicide, says it’s about a book she’s reading. The once joyful Elaine, my Elaine, has suddenly become cold and distant. Scared and worried. “What’s wrong, my snow flower?” She
Several full moons have passed, distress is still whispering in my mind. I have finished reading Rowena’s journal as far as I can remember—before the moment my eyes burned upon Tyler seeing a bloody blade in the trash, forcing me to make up excuses believable enough for a pregnant, powerless eighteen-year-old woman like me. I never felt sadder than today. It felt like, since I already knew enough from Rowena’s journal, I no longer felt the need to live. And I…I remained prepared for whatever unexpected might happen. What unexpected things I might let happen. I stared at the she-wolf doctor’s face. She’s calm and gorgeous compared to me. I might still look beautiful on the outside. But deep inside, I’m panicking. Quivering and anxious about what may happen in any minute now. I’m ready to die, yet still afraid of death. “You must be extra careful, Elaine. Since you’re in your final trimester, you’r
“Why are we having pasta for breakfast again?” Tyler sighed, his muscles tensing. “For carbs and to give us energy, I guess.” Even if he’s going to feed me a bucket of Carbonara, it will still not give me enough energy to face Eliane. To face all of these shenanigans and bullshits that has been causing chaos in my head. I thought being here in Stella’s Soul is just being a wife to a werewolf, pleasing the Alpha, being good to other Stella’s Soul residents, fucking my Alpha husband and giving birth to his heir. Those were the things I have expected ever since I’ve learned about their world. Until I learned about the Hearteaters. And Rowena and dark magic, Eliane and this fucking bitchcraft which involves the fact that I must die so that the latter can resurrect. “Why Elaine? You don’t like pasta for breakfast?” I nodded. I forced my feet to stand when he blocked me, eyes burning with emotions I couldn’t fathom