I stand in my backyard, sipping my cocktail, and impatiently waiting for the one person I desperately wanna see tonight.The low-key chattering of the few guests I invited to this dinner party fills the air.My Beta and his wife, their cousin, my son and Anastasia are the only ones I invited. Everyone is here, except Anastasia and Damon, and I'm starting to feel angry.After all my failed attempts to see and talk to her, this dinner party is my last attempt. If she doesn't show up, I'll lose my mind. Because what the hell? I've been patient enough. I've tried to understand her. I've tolerated the fact that she refuses to see me on all my visits. I've given her enough distance to accept our reality. But it seems she's not trying to accept it. She wants to bury it. Make it seem like it never happened. And I'm never allowing that. I didn't wait so long and got lucky to have a night with her, just to throw it under the bridge like it never happened. I'll cut off my limp first, before
I arrived home with my shoes dangling between my fingersI had walked home barefoot because I was too angry to hail a cab or call one of the drivers.First ring, second ring, and finally she answered on the third ring her voice thick with what I thought was tears.“Are you okay?” That was the first thing I asked the moment she picked.“Um... Yes” she sniffed from the other end. I knew beside the fact that she was pretty upset with Natalie's attitude the last time , she loved her as a sister would. She paused for a moment. “I'll call you back, Luna. I'm really not in a good shape” her voice trailing off into silence.I pursed my lips and nodded in understanding, but when I realized she couldn't see I spoke out. “Sure, take care” I murmured, pulling the phone away from my ear as she ended the call.Bad day.The rogues attacked, Natalie is dead.My husband is suspecting that I had something to do with it.And my quote _fuckmate_ unquote, is a jerk and an older version of Damon.Literally
When I got back home, I wiped out everything from the other messages except Cecil's own. She had caught wind of the arrangements for Natalie's burial ceremony and was eager to touch base.After shooting her a response, I headed inside to see if Damon had made it back yet. Since our car had conked out on the way, he probably got back earlier than me.As I stepped into the kitchen, the enticing aroma of dinner being prepared greeted me. "Is Damon in?" I inquired, hoping to catch a glimpse of him after his absence. He's been scarce these days and it's alarming.“Hello, Luna. No, the Alpha isn't here,” The cook replied respectfully.I nodded in acknowledgment, feeling a pang of dread at his continued absence. Has he been clubbed to death by Penelope after a night gone wrong.Did he sleep with the wrong woman this time?Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I made my way to the bedroom, a tad bit happy to spend another afternoon alone. As the sun dipped below the horizon, castin
As the sun rose, the ceremony finally kicked off. After seeing off the guests from last night, I headed back inside to refresh. Once inside, I made my way upstairs to change. The distant hum of music drifted up from the ceremony below as I showered. It felt good to finally wash away the stress of the past few days. I dried my hair quickly, eager to join the festivities.Slipping into a white maxi dress with delicate straps, I couldn't help but notice how it hugged my curves. It seemed almost inappropriate for a mourning occasion, but I didn't mind. After all, appearances were everything.The food was being taken care of by one of the ladies, and soft music filled the air. Guests began to arrive, all dressed in white. Not a child in sight, probably because everyone knew there was bound to be some drama. With Natalie's history of affairs with both father and son, it was hard to imagine things going smoothly. We made sure to keep the gossipy, jealous women and envious men off the guest
As I navigated through the crowd of women and men, I made my way into the long hallway that led to the bathroom. The hallway was lined with three regular bathroom stalls and two fancier ones. Since I was technically the host, I opted for one of the VIP toilets located at the end of the hallway. Struggling with the zipper of my dress, I pushed open the gold-colored door to the VIP bathroom. The bathroom was surprisingly spacious, almost like a small bedroom. It boasted multiple sinks and a full-length mirror, with enough room to comfortably accommodate three or four people.Finally managing to grasp the zipper, I drew it down with a sigh of relief. Just as I was about to turn the back of the dress to the front, a knock sounded on the door.“Who is it?” I called out, curious as to who would interrupt me. This wasn't the only bathroom.“It's Zara, Luna,” came Zara's worried voice from the other side of the door. “Would you like me to get you a new dress?”I considered her offer for a
Victor pushed farther into me, curling inside me as he sealed his mouth over my waxed lips. Sucking and nibbling his face against me until I couldn't hold it any longer and cried as my orgasm exploded into his mouth. I rode his face all through my first release. He pulled off me with a pop and guided his mouth to my lip. “Taste yourself. You taste so fucking good.” He said between the kiss pushing the cum off his mouth and into mine.It was strange.He pulled away, helping me down from the slab before unbuckling his belt and removing his pants.“Turn over,” his voice was husky as he instructed, and I complied, stepping out of my dress and laying on the slab with my chest down and my as pushed up. I glanced back to watch him roll on a condom.“Did you also fuck with Natalie in the bathroom?” The question slipped out faster than I intended, fueled by the memory of our previous argument about her.His dark chuckle sent a flurry of butterflies through my stomach. “Jealous?”“You didn't an
The ceremony concluded just a few minutes past twelve o'clock. It was supposed to end right on time, but Ms. Dorothy's son accidentally locked himself in the bathroom, causing a slight delay. We spent valuable minutes searching the venue for him. Unfortunately, Dorothy couldn't track his scent because he had doused himself in some inexpensive cologne he found at school. It took us a while, but eventually, one of the waitresses informed us that she had seen him heading towards the bathroom earlier.We finally located him, sweaty and struggling to breathe, and immediately rushed him to the pack's clinic. A few of Ms. Dorothy's friends joined them and provided support along the way. With them taken care of, the rest of us focused on tidying up the area. We asked the maids to start cleaning up as everyone else began to leave, the chaotic events of the day finally coming to an end.The party wasn't too eventful, except for Penelope causing a scene. She was upset because I mentioned that Da
"Cause of death: wolfsbane and possibly pain," one of the councilmen read aloud, his voice echoing in the tense silence of the room. He paused, then read the words again, his brows furrowing in confusion as he tried to make sense of the information presented before him.He stared at the paper in disbelief, his hands gripping it tightly as if trying to crush the words printed on it. “How the heck did a rogue coat wolfsbane on its claws? That's impossible,” He half-yelled, frustration and confusion evident in his voice.As I mulled over the information, I couldn't believe it either, It is nearly impossible for a wolf, rogue or not, to come into contact with even a small amount of wolfsbane without suffering severe consequences. The mere thought of a wolf breathing in half a pinch of the toxic herb sent shivers down my spine. The mental and physical breakdown it would cause was beyond comprehension. It was like flirting with death itself.But then again, nothing was impossible in the wor