That same night, Maxmillian Knight walked home feeling disappointed in himself. He was unable to get back his wife and son. He couldn't just hand over the shape-shifter's book to Alexander. He would use it to destroy their entire existence. He also couldn’t think of how he would tell Aleah to surrender herself to Grace and Alexander in exchange for another, nor did he know where Aleah was.Maxmillian Knight looked devastatingly worried. He paced every single part of his bedroom, pondering a way out. But every one of his thoughts was to no avail. He began imagining things, like what Alexander would do to Amelia."What if he tries to talk her out of the love she has for me?" he soliloquized. He couldn't bear the thought of anything harming his family, so he picked up a jacket and went in search of Amelia in the woods.At about 1:00 a.m., Maxmillian Knight was still in the woods searching for his sister. He probably needed her advice on what to do to get his family back. When it seemed l
The facial expression Alexander let out made Amelia scared. She became worried sick, wondering how Alexander found out, even when her husband hadn't."How did you know?" Amelia asked curiously."Is that supposed to be a question?" Alexander asked again."Why not? I haven't told anyone, not even my husband, so how the hell did you find out?" Amelia answered rhetorically."I told him." Grace walked in, interrupting their conversation. "You think I wouldn't know? I am a woman, remember? I see signs."Amelia became angrier just at the sight of Grace. She had always hated Grace since the very moment Grace walked into their house to take Maxmillian from her."Stay away from me. I wasn't talking to you," Amelia replied rudely."You still got nerves. Don't forget you are our hostage. I see Alexander is beginning to make you feel you are worth it. But need I remind you that you are worth nothing.""Does my presence here make you feel burdened? Then let me go!" Amelia yelled."Don't yell at my
Amelia's eyes shimmered as she told Alexander her decision. Alexander and Grace happened to be the only enemies Maxmillian had. Even though they were family, he hated the fact that they were always against him."You made a good choice, Amelia," Alexander said. "I will tell my armies to come back home, and I will tell Maxmillian you asked to see him...""No! I can't just tell him that right away. Give me some time, please," Amelia pleaded."Sure. You can have all the time you need. Tell me whenever you are ready to see him. I will send for him myself, okay?" Alexander said.He pecked Amelia on her cheek and left the room again. Amelia let out a loud cry, wondering how she got herself into such a mess. "Maybe if I had listened to Maxmillian that night, I wouldn't have been in such a mess," Amelia thought.Every day that passed, Maxmillian came to check on Amelia. He hadn't gotten Aleah, which was the bait Grace needed in exchange for Amelia. Whenever he came, Amelia rejected him, saying
Walking the dark, empty streets of Culver City, somewhere in Los Angeles, with no traces of crimes heard or seen. The streets of the city seemed safe for even a baby to crawl on without his mother having to worry. Maxmillian Knight, a shape-shifting Alpha werewolf, the last of his kind, lived for two centuries, with his hair disheveled under the cool breeze. He reached a pleasure park, seeing how empty it was, no single soul or shadows were seen, his werewolf scent couldn't sense anyone in the park or far from the park. Maxmillian Knight looked troubled, he sat down on a chair in the park, crossed his legs, and placed both his hands on his laps.His thoughts were all about his maiden Amelia, who worked for him at home. He had been harboring feelings for her secretly so that he just couldn't control the urge to touch her whenever she was close to him. He knew she wasn't like him, and he knew the consequences of engaging with humans. Maximilian Knight was scared that Amelia would ru
In the middle of the night, Amelia felt restless; she couldn't sleep. She was scared that, for the first time in a long while, she might just end up losing her job. She knew how strict her boss could be. She insisted on apologizing for her behavior the following morning, hoping her boss would be in a good mood by then.The next morning was bright and shiny, and the weather seemed cool and uplifting. Amelia trembled as she brought breakfast to the table, as her boss, Maxmillian, was already seated in the dining chair. He watched her lustfully, sensing the fear in her while placing the tray of food on the dining table."What is wrong with you?" Maxmillian Knight asked her. His voice sounded soft once again, so Amelia felt at ease talking to him. She figured that it might be the right time to apologize for her misdoings the previous night. But the look in Maxmillian's eyes gave a different expression than that of his voice. His voice was soft and soothing, but the look in his eyes se
Maxmillian Knight, as mighty as he felt he was, had to confess what he felt. He knew it was only that way Amelia would agree to stay back. He collected Amelia's box from her and gently began to unpack her clothes and hang them inside the wardrobe. "What are you doing?" Amelia yelled. "You can't leave," Maxmillian replied. "And why is that?" she asked. "Because!!!" He paused, stared at her, and noticed how her eyes almost shimmered with tears. He drew closer to her. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "Hmm?" "I'm sorry, Amelia. I didn't mean to make you feel this way," he said. "There's something I have to tell you," he said. "What are you talking about?" Amelia asked him. "All of these things I did to you weren't intentional. I have never meant to hurt you. Everything I did was... for me," Maxmillian added. "I'm lost," Amelia replied. "I have had this weird feeling for you for a very long time now. I thought yelling at you or forcing myself to hate you would change that. So, I purpo
It's been three years since Amelia and Maxmillian were in a relationship. They have both had their different complicated days and good days. Aside from the fun they had as couples. Sharing meals, cuddles, kisses. Every romantic moment they spent, Maxmillian had never made any sexual attempt on Amelia, even when she most times craved sexual pleasure and satisfaction. The night was cold and thunderous. Heavy rain poured, emanating from the dark cloud which covered the sky. Maxmillian and Amelia retired to bed, cuddling each other. His muscled arms were cupped around her fragile waist, while her head was gently placed on his chest. Suddenly, she began caressing and kissing every part of Maxmillian's body. The intense moment made Maxmillian wake up instantly. Feeling every touch Amelia had poured out on him, he knew what she wanted. He knew how horny she was but denied her the pleasure she wanted."What is wrong with you, Max? Ever since we've been together, all you do is ignore me
"A Hundred and fifty years ago, at a bar in a hotel. Do you remember the lady you made out with? The lady you told all your problems to while you were drunk and wasted?" Grace asked."What?" Maxmillian exclaimed, looking unsure of what Grace said."That was a hundred and fifty years ago. How are you both still alive?" he asked curiously."Alexander here is the product of that night," Grace said, pointing at Alexander, who kept glaring at Maxmillian."Good day, Father," Alexander greeted. His voice was thick and deep. "You look so confused. I thought you'd be happy to see me. Mum was right after all," Alexander added."I need you both to leave my house immediately," Maxmillian commanded."That is not going to happen," Grace objected. "Alexander is your blood, and you will, and must treat him like one," Grace declared."I don't want to disrespect you…""Or what?" Grace barked. "I have taken care of your son for the past hundred and fifty years, and now he's able to see his father, you w