A headache woke me up, followed by the sound of running water. I pressed a pillow to my face, begging the sound to stop.Who was in my bathroom?Becca and Fumi, as crazy as they were, knew better than to walk into my room when I was asleep. My hand reached for the phone that should be on the nightstand but connected with something else.I pulled the pillow down. There was a glass of water and some pills on the stool. A stool? I didn’t have a stool by my bed. I sat up.Where the hell was I?The ache between my legs brought back some memories. I hid my face in my palms and groaned. I slept with a stranger.A stranger fucked me, and I loved it. I… I wanted more. I craved him like a drug.God. I banged the side of my head as the other memories trickled in. That bastard, Ian. Waylen made so good on his promise, though. I was done with Ian. The objects in my vision danced. But I managed to get the
WAYLENI fucked up.The first mistake was tailing Beth to the club. The second was fucking her. But the worst of all was breaking all the goddamn rules.I fucked a human in Indiana.What was I thinking? I pushed that image of her out of my mind, putting the anger of that scenario into the current situation. If I had been home, I might have been able to prevent this from happening. But it was too late.“Where were you?” I yelled at the man standing a few feet away from me.The windows and door shook from the force of my voice. Len, my wolf, was close to the surface and wasn’t as logical or forgiving as I was. I gripped the top of the chair so hard my claws sank into it.Silence followed my question, and I cocked my head slightly, giving Jaxon, the bastard assigned to watch my father, a chance to explain before I separated his head from his neck.Fear reeked off him like a foul
It was a little past 4 pm when I woke up. There were already tons of messages from my mom to confirm that I would be in attendance, as if I had a choice. Putting on my best dress, I stood in front of the mirror and frowned. There was a mark on my neck. Granted, I had hickeys from where that bastard bit me. But this one looked different. It looked like a half-moon.What the hell?I retrieved a piece of wipe from the pack and rubbed hard at the spot, expecting the mark to go away. But it stayed. The skin around that area grew redder from scratching it. I chose to ignore it for today and move on with my life. After applying makeup and curling my hair, I was ready to go. My dress was nothing like that of yesterday. Maybe that was what drew Waylen to me. Was that his real name? Or something he used to attract girls to him?What kind of name was that, anyway? That was my first red flag, but I ignored it. My fault.My first stop was the store t
WAYLENBeth’s face paled as soon as she heard the click behind her. The click that signified I had locked the door, and she was alone with me. The one thing she had tried to avoid.Her heart drummed faster against her ribcage. As much as she tried to hide her fear behind that tough exterior, I could still smell it. It was almost as addictive as the smell of her arousal, and it drew me in. Len growled inside me. We wanted out, to be buried in her pussy, with our teeth deep in her neck. That was the only time he ever calmed down. The first time, actually. She had so much power over us, and she didn’t know it. I intended to keep it that way.Caging her between the sink and my stiff body, I placed my hands on each side of her hips. This position revealed the height difference and showed how easy it would be to bend her over the sink. Len liked that idea. This was his fucking fault. I was supposed to stay far away from her, but he was obsessed with her. Sta
“Let me get this straight,” Becca yelled. I flinched, my fingers sinking into my ears to save my poor eardrums. She towered over me like a mother about to discipline her child. It wasn’t so often she was this serious, and I didn’t need this side of her today. “You broke up with Ian, and now you have a new boyfriend?” Fumi sat across from me on the couch in my living room. She crossed her legs, her brows hidden under her bangs. “I mean, yeah.” Maybe I shouldn’t have lied about having a new boyfriend, but what did they expect me to say when they appeared stunned at the news? “We fell out of love, and he moved on. I decided to do the same, girls.” Becca slowly lowered herself to the couch I was seated. Her face was as white as a sheet. She couldn’t believe it. I also couldn’t. God forbid I let someone like Waylen be my boyfriend. But the lie had slipped from my lips before I could think twice about it. “I don’t understand,” she murmured
On Monday morning, I arrived at the company with Mom’s voice lingering in my head. Lynn wasn’t bullshitting me. She told Mom, and now my ever-nosy, curious, overly caring mother wants to meet my new boyfriend. I would have cussed Lynn out if she weren’t my baby sister.Joe met me at the door. He wasn’t his usual cheerful self, and Lord knew I needed someone to rant to about Waylen. If the girls knew for real that I was still single, they would try to hook me up with someone. Mom was the worst. She only met Ian a few times but had high hopes. At my age, she was already married. I didn’t want to hear that story again. It was why I never let Ian around her often. That way, she couldn’t whisper marriage into his ears.“What’s up?” I asked, nudging Joe. He knew I had broken up with Ian. That was the story I was rolling with. The idiot called my ex didn’t have the decency to block me from viewing his Instägram
I walked into the office on shaky legs. Waylen didn’t ask me to sit, so I stood behind a chair.“Yes?” he urged.Why was he being so mean to me? We had a good time. He gave me my first orgasm. I cleared my throat as his eyes bore a hole into mine. He had unusual but beautiful eyes. I could stare into them without getting tired, only now, those eyes looked at me like they hated me.“I wanted to know if you would like us to do things differently,” I murmured. He scoffed. I bit my lip, only releasing it when his eyes narrowed. He may or may not intimidate me a little. “I mean, you might want to do things differently.”“How did my father operate?”“Um, I would present his schedule for the day, and we would go through it. After that, I’ll serve him a cup of coffee.” I gulped at Waylen’s frown. That was what his father liked. “Then we would attend
WAYLENBeth had been chatting with someone called Joe. That was the much I could see from the CCTV footage. If she was aware of the camera, she didn’t act like it. But I seriously doubt she knew of its existence. It was placed high up the wall and hadn’t been in use.Father wanted to protect her privacy, not me. Her privacy belonged to me.Her stomach grumbled for the second time as my car glided down the road. Len was so intent on keeping her safe, and it was hard to ignore him. She tucked her handbag between her legs and wrapped her arms around her torso. Her scent drove me mad. It was nearly impossible to have her this close without wanting to touch her. The hours spent in the office were torture. To think I would have to do this for months until I caught the bastard who killed Father or received the council’s approval gutted me.I made a sharp turn, and Beth jerked forward. Her arms automatically reached out to stop her head from
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The door shut after Malik, and I switched off the lights. Sleeping was futile. I tossed and turned until I fell into a fitful sleep. The following day, I was still cranky. I splashed water on my face and made my way into his room. He was seated on the bed. But I ignored him as I walked past to the bathroom to get the spare toothbrush. I finished brushing and returned to meet him in that same position. He looked exhausted. What was I even doing here in his room? I had a toothbrush in the guest room. I was supposed to be ignoring my mate, but worry gnawed at my chest. Folding my arms on my chest, I tapped my foot on the floor, and he slowly lifted his head to meet my gaze. Sad, gray eyes connected with mine. My insides tingled, but I scowled. “Are you okay?” I almost barked. “No.” His reply floored me. The softness of his voice made my arms drop to my sides. Did he transition at night? Except from the tiredness in his eyes, he looked okay. “C
No, no, no. This was not my Malik, even if they looked alike and my body liked him. One, he was acting weird and more aggressive. His eyes constantly flicked between green and gray like he was contesting with his wolf. My thighs throbbed, not only from being in his presence but because they had been forced open while his fingers assaulted my pussy. I needed him so badly that as he ignored my plea to stop and continued thrusting into my wetness, part of me wanted him to keep going until my orgasm. But I also needed to put my foot down. If I could punish Waylen, I could punish Malik too. “Malik,” I called out, my voice louder. My body reacted in all the ways it should, and he continued to use that to his advantage. “What?” he barked, an unusual chill in his voice. He retracted his fingers to suck them clean. His eyes were different colors. One gray, one green. I didn’t know who was in charge. “Wolf got your tongue? Can’t talk anymore?
MALIKThe weekend passed, and we were still not on talking terms. Elizabeth was back to the office. Except for passing vital information when necessary, she wouldn’t talk or look at me. I loved my mate, I needed her, but if she wasn’t sure how she felt about me anymore, maybe some space would be good for her. Staying in the guestroom hadn’t improved her mood. It was worse. I parked in the garage, and as usual, Elizabeth stepped out of the car without waiting for me to open her door. That didn’t bother me as much as knowing she would head into the guestroom and I wouldn’t see her until tomorrow morning. The council was a part of me. I had separated myself enough from them by refusing to be a part of the table. But I couldn’t cut ties with them. Not right now. Governor Kane raised me. I still reported to him. I followed after my mate without trying to make conversation. It was futile. Nothing I said would be good enough. After a quick shower, I turned
My head was reeling. I was baffled. He lied. Malik lied to me. I walked back to the guestroom door to be sure it was locked. God, I wanted to leave this place. But the only option was with Waylen. He would gloat. I fell back to the bed with a sob, my hands covering my face as I let it all out. Fumi could have died. What was the point? To endear himself to me? That was unlike him. Puffing out a breath, I kicked off my shoes and tucked myself in bed without changing out of my dress. I fell into a fitful sleep and woke up feeling even more awful. My eyes were bloodshot red. My mind and body were exhausted. I tried to forget the conversation from yesterday, but it rolled back in too slowly to be ignored. Slumping into the seat in front of the mirror, I patted my cheeks and forced a smile to my lips. Thinking that I still had to go to work today made me want to return to bed and cry myself to sleep again. I defended Malik against Waylen so many t
MALIKElizabeth and Waylen looked perfect with her seated on his lap. I was almost hesitant to call their attention to me, but it only took a few seconds for Waylen to notice me. My hand raised in a wave that never happened. There was something different about him, not anything callous but relaxing. I slipped onto the couch opposite them as Elizabeth smiled. I knew how to tackle angry Waylen, but this version was something else. Scary. “Malik,” Elizabeth said. I noticed his arm on her waist. Instead of creating any more awkwardness by having her come to hug or kiss me, I stretched out my hand to her, and she placed hers over it. I dropped a kiss on her knuckles, and she chuckled. She was happy, the happiest I had seen her in a while. I couldn’t say if Waylen saw it, but this was what I meant when I always said, her happiness depended on both of us. “Did you have any trouble locating the place?” “No. It was pretty easy, love.” Waylen was
WAYLENI thought my day was good when I received an early morning nude from Beth. But it had only gotten better. A sleeping Beth snuggled in my arms while I worked was better than a picture of her naked body. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. It hadn’t taken too long for her to fall asleep after her release. I kissed my mate’s hair, smiling as my fingers worked on the laptop. Kane didn’t have any more people to kill from my end. Beth was safe. Alice and Evelyn were also in safe hands. The only unresolved issue was my relationship with Malik. I agreed to the meeting for Beth’s sake. She had been so generous with those pictures, but above that was the exhaustion. I was tired of our constant fights. Kane hadn’t provided the evidence yet. But until he did, I could pretend to tolerate Malik. A whimper from my mate made my fingers halt. Beth stirred but didn’t make any other move. I finished typing out the letter and closed the file. We needed replac
Today was a good day to reach out to Waylen again. I had learned that a nude was the fastest way to get a reply from him, so I went into the bathroom to get two pictures of me before texting him. Malik had left for work already. I would join him later. If I got Waylen to meet me, then Malik would be joining us at the venue. The time for games was over. They needed to talk so we could find a permanent solution to the council and prevent another painful rut for Malik. I also wanted my freedom and independence, that of my sister and mom too. They couldn’t go anywhere without someone watching. It was an exhausting life for all of us involved. Waylen hadn’t replied yet. The message hadn’t been read, so I figured he was busy. I smeared my lipstick with my index finger, covering every inch of my lips with red. My dress was knee-length and easily accessible. Hopefully, I could get a real dick today. If not Malik’s, then Waylen’s. My phone rang as I finished with my m
WAYLENThe lines on the paper blurred the longer I stared. I tapped the tip of my pen to the sheet, creating a bigger dot on the same spot. Firing Beth or having her quit had to be at the top of the most stupid things I had done in my life. I yanked my tie, loosening it as I kicked my legs out. I hadn’t gotten a new assistant and probably wouldn’t until she returned to work. I rechecked my phone to see if she had sent another picture of her boobs. When she sent that one on Friday, I had gone into the nearest bathroom to check for her. My forgiveness couldn’t be earned so quickly, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun while at it. The only genuine apology she owed me was for always throwing Malik in my face, putting me second when I should be first. I was her first mate, the one who decided how things would go with her and Malik. Thoughts of Beth took a backseat as I stared at my desk. I bunched the paper and tossed it in the trash can by the door. My finger