Florence’s POV I settled into the passenger seat, the car's engine humming to life as we left the others behind. I squirmed in my seat, feeling a little sore after what we just did but I love every second of it. I don't regret a single millisecond of how he left me satisfied. He asked numerous times earlier if I could walk properly and it was hurting too much. But thankfully, our shifter abilities lessen the soreness and we can move fine after a few hours. That’s why shifters do lovemaking a little more frequently than humans. We are built differently. The gentle purr of the engine filled the air, and the passing patrols acknowledged us with nods. It was only 6 in the morning and the surroundings were visibly deserted. “Are you sure you're not that sore?” he asked again, hands planted on the steering wheel. I can't help but giggle, “Yeah, you don’t make me that sore that much” A big fat lie. He is so big I can never get used to his size but I love the feeling of it insi
"Wake up, gorgeous," Nicholas's deep voice cut through the forest's silence, rousing me from my slumber. Startled, I turned to see him standing at the tree's base, his gaze fixed on me with amusement. The sunlight painted his features in a subtle glow, accentuating the sharp angles of his face and the intensity in his eyes. It should be illegal to be that gorgeous. A flush of embarrassment colored my cheeks. A sheepish grin played on my lips as I tried to brush it off with a casual remark. "Caught me napping with a view, huh?" I quipped. “You've been here for hours, and it's already lunch, but I guess for you, it's brunch,” he replied. “Really? I didn't know.” Nicholas's lips twitched, almost forming a rare smile. "Careful up there. We don't need you falling and breaking a leg." With a confident sway, I pushed off the branch, intending to land gracefully on the ground, as I always did. That's what I intended, but I think Nicholas didn't trust me enough to land solidl
“What do you mean?” he asked sharply. “Did he ask you to do something like sell your body—” “No, he did not. He's more like manipulating my mind into thinking he's someone I could trust. That's why I did everything he said, followed him like a damn dog,” I explained, shaking my head with a sad smile. “And I was so naive to believe him, but I came to terms with the fact that maybe I just wanted to have someone, to feel valued and important for once. And I thought doing everything he ordered me to would be enough.” Nicholas stared at me, his expression unreadable, his face tense as if he wanted to say something but held himself back. All I said was the truth. I never felt loved by my parents. My father neglected me, and my mother abandoned me. So when Keith told me that he would raise me, I saw him as my only family, and I did everything he ordered me to. I willingly did my best in training and everything. Deep in my heart, I knew I did it because I was afraid of being left and
As the afternoon sun casts long shadows through the window, a car engine rumbles to life, followed by the sound of tires crunching on gravel. Nicholas, his face etched with worry, asked gently, "Are you feeling any better?" Forcing a smile, I replied, "Yes, thank you." A deafening silence replaced our brief exchange, both of us lost in our thoughts. Nicholas hesitated before tapping his fingers against the wheel. "Florence, I know you might still be shocked by what happened, but I want to hear the truth about last night," he said. "I was actually waiting for you to ask," I admitted. He glanced at me, surprised. "Really? You're not shocked or anything?" I offered a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. "No, I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Anyway, here's what really happened: I went to the balcony for some fresh air, and then an old maid—I think her name was Olga—told me to go to one of the guest rooms. I did. When I opened the door, I saw Mr. Agares and two other
As the last car carrying Jake, Samantha, and Charlie disappeared into the night, I waved, a faint smile playing on my lips despite the heavy feeling churning within me. Two hours had melted away in conversation, a welcome break from the swirling thoughts plaguing me. Yet, even in the middle of the laughter and shared stories, a knot of unease remained in my chest. I stole another glance down the hallway where Nicholas disappeared earlier. The familiar desire to go back to the cabin, my temporary haven, tugged at me. But a heavy But before I could act on it, Layla appeared in the doorway, her brow furrowed in concern. "Where are you going, Florence?" I forced a smile, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. "Just back to the cabin," I offered, already turning towards the door. Layla's eyes widened, blocking my path. "Back to the cabin? Are you crazy? You can't leave without Nicholas's permission. You did it one time the other day and let’s say the Alpha was a little annoy
A few hours later……. Nicholas’s POV ‘Truth hurts,’ they said, but it can also be terrifying and infuriating to the point where you want to hurt someone you never knew you could. The presence of Samantha standing before me again encompasses all of it. I am disappointed and hurt, but also horrified and angry after Florence revealed everything. Not only that, but my trusted man—Isaac already reported to me that Olga had already confessed that Samantha ordered her to talk to Florence. I already ordered Olga to be prohibited from stepping foot inside my estate again. To think that Agares mentioned her as the one who suggested Florence as his "present" that night. Honestly, death should be her punishment. "Nicholas," she started, her voice laced with fear, "what do you want to say? I-it's already late." I took a deep breath, my heart thudding against my ribs like a trapped bird as I faced the window, observing the night sky. I need something to hold onto my sanity. I drank t
Florence's POV The movie screen bathed us in a warm glow, popcorn kernels raining down on our laps. We sprawled on Nicholas's velvety couch, watching a random comedy movie. Earlier, I had been reading a book in his bedroom when he appeared at the door, carrying a bowl of popcorn and asking if I wanted to watch a movie. Five days had passed since the incident. Everything seemed to have returned to normal for everyone else, but not for me. I tried talking to Nicholas about returning to the cabin and working again at the flower shop, but he refused. He even accompanied me in discussing my resignation with the owners of the flower shop and Sammy. Honestly, the care he showed was something I appreciated and was happy about, but I was starting to get concerned because I had secrets. I knew that when he learned about it, my heart would shatter into pieces. The revelations I had learned in the past days still lingered in my mind, never leaving for a second, and the heaviness of guilt i
Before I could even form a response, a series of loud thumps and frantic barking erupted from outside. We both snapped our heads to the door of the theater room. The room was soundproof, so I couldn't clearly understand the shouting and yelling. Nicholas’s jaw tightened as if he already knew who was outside causing the commotion. "Stay here," he ordered, his voice clipped. "Wait!" I grabbed his arm, "I'm not staying put." He hesitated, his gaze softening for a moment. "Stay here, Florence, please…" he said, his voice gruff but laced with concern. I reluctantly nodded, “O-okay.” Then, with that he left the room, leaving me alone. Part of me was so uneasy that I began pacing in my place, biting my nails. “Argh” I grumbled and went to the door. Using my werewolf hearing, I tried my best to focus on the conversation outside. An uneasy feeling sank into my stomach when I heard an eerily familiar. "You will answer for this betrayal, Alpha! You break your promise, toy