After replying to Cecil and muted my phone. I stepped into the shower, the sprinkling water instantly began to soothe me, easing the tension in my muscles as it cascaded down my back. This was exactly what I needed – something cold and calming.But it wasn't Victor's touch.The water enveloped me in a comforting embrace, offering solace that I could immerse myself in for hours without interruption.I stood motionless for a few moments, allowing the water to work its magic, until the weariness of the day began to weigh on me. With a sigh, I reached for the soap and began to scrub away the dirt and grime that clung to my skin.I noticed the shattered remnants of a vodka bottle and a shot glass strewn across the bathroom floor. He must have broken them in a fit of frustration when I failed to return home early. After leaving the bathroom, I grabbed a towel and began to dry off my body, relishing the warmth it provided against my skin. Once I was sufficiently dry, I proceeded to get dres
Victor slowly lowered the phone from his ear, his expression a mix of confusion and concern—emotions not typical for Victor, who usually wore a stoic mask. I moved closer to him, and wrapped my arms around him, I couldn't help but wonder what had transpired. Had Damon discovered my affair with his father?After keeping silent for a moment, Victor finally spoke, his voice somber. “A body was found at the border. They suspect it's Rogues because of the scratch marks on her neck.” Each word he uttered seemed to weigh heavily in the air, causing my mouth to go dry and my heart to race.Someone had lost their life.The Rogues had struck again.“Did he mention who it is?” I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper.“No,” Victor replied softly. His tone heavy “He just asked me to come over. And just when I thought this year would end without any death”“Are you okay?” I rubbed my hand over his back because he seemed more down than I was. “Is it someone you know?”He relaxed his head on t
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