"I just don't think it's a good idea," I replied, "I can provide you with money. You're my... mistress. If you need clothes or anything, just say it. I can get it for you. Name it.""If that's the case, why did you put me in that shabby cabin?" she fired back, her words hitting uncomfortably close to home.
FlorenceThe next morning, I found myself on the agenda of cooking, the ladle hovering above the pot as my thoughts wandered."Am I nuts?" I muttered to myself, setting the spoon down.Here I was, preparing food, getting excited about seeing Nicholas again, despite his clear words about putting me in this shabby house because he didn't want to see me.“It's just the mate bond”I mean, the rational part of me knew better than to invest emotions where they weren't reciprocated. Yet, there I was, inexplicably affected. I even stayed up late last night, unable to tear my gaze away from the picture I'd secretly taken of him.I knew I should feel anger, and resentment even, for the way he treated me at times, like I was nothing more than a stranger. I'd tell myself over and over that I should feel nothing, that his coldness should've turned my heart to ice. Logically, hating him would've made sense. But my heart? It was utterly clueless. I couldn't comprehend why I still felt something for
As we approached the field, the atmosphere seemed to shift. The landscape transformed into a picturesque sight—a vast expanse adorned with vibrant colors. The field itself was a breathtaking sight to behold. Rows upon rows of flowers swayed gently in the breeze, a mesmerizing display of colors—deep purples, vibrant yellows, and soft pinks—all harmoniously blending together. Benches were strategically placed around, inviting people to sit. At the front, a small stage stood proudly, hinting at the evening's entertainment. Tents dotted the area. Excitement danced in Sammy's eyes as she eagerly hopped out of the car, and I followed suit. She beamed, “Welcome to the Sunset Field!” I smiled at her, glancing around. As we walked further into the field, I noticed that quite a number of people had already settled in, finding their spots and waiting for the evening's performance. As we made our way deeper into the field, Sammy gently tugged my hand, “Let’s go at the front” guiding me towards
With my head full of thoughts, I accidentally bumped into someone. The middle-aged woman I collided with raised her voice. "Hey, watch where you're going! You should be more careful in a crowd like this!" she chastised sharply. "Sorry, I didn't mean to," I muttered weakly. I honestly have no energy. Feeling the weight of the crowd's stare, I hurried towards my car. But before I could reach it, someone's grasp tugged at my arm. If this continues, I swear, I might cry any minute now. I turned around to find Jake standing there, holding two ice creams in his hands. His casual attire and his trademark charming grin were in place. "Hey, I didn't expect to see you here," he remarked, looking genuinely surprised. I took a deep breath controlling my emotions, "Yeah, Sammy invited me," To my surprise, he handed me one of the ice creams. It was chocolate-flavored—my favorite. A flicker of surprise and a hint of warmth touched my heart at the unexpected gesture from Jake that mad
“What?! What nonsense is this again?” He snapped. I shrugged to hide the pain of his words, “What? Can't do that? If you badly want to kiss me…” I looked seriously into his eyes, “Leave Samantha, make me your Luna instead. That‘s my only rule out of the hundred you gave me” He didn't do anything except stare at me while I watched him heartbreakingly, knowing what he would choose. His jaw clenched as he took a deep breath, looking away from me. He ran his hands through his hair. “You really know how to play a game” he muttered, smirking annoyed. I force a smile to him, “Circumstances force me to” “Then so be it” he muttered and took a step towards me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside towards my bedroom. He only lets go of my hand when we are inside my bedroom. My heart was beating so fast. “I will do what you said. Now, take off your clothes” he ordered. I took a deep breath and unclenched my fist. That’s right. I plan to use him in the first place since he was
I pushed my thoughts aside and focused on the feeling of her clenching me. “Your cunt was greedy of me” I groaned at her ears hearing her gasp. My hand slid down her sides. The hot water poured off us. I groaned as I felt her arch her back. F*king hot. The thought made my cock twitch against her, my balls tingling as fresh cum for her boiled inside. My lips tasted her nape neck, biting her tender skin there as my hands slid around her front. I cupped her soft, full breasts, teasing her nipples as I moved my hips. My cock slid down on her tight entrance making her gasp before it slid away. I reached down and gripped my cock, sliding it back up and pushing the head against her pussy. “Ugh,” she panted hoarsely, whimpering as she pushed back into me. “So fucking greedy,” I groaned into her ear, nipping her earlobe as I teased her pussy with the thick head of my cock. “You just…feel good inside me” she gasped, turning her head towards me. “Do you know what those words
NicholasThe sight of my cluttered office overwhelms me. Papers are scattered across my desk, deadlines looming, and my sleep has taken a vacation for a couple of days. I was knee-deep in sorting out my company's chaos and dealing with other packs' issues. The lines etched on my forehead and the heaviness in my shoulders reveal the exhaustion I can't shake off.I rub my tired eyes and let out an occasional heavy sigh, the weight of my responsibilities taking a toll on me. As I sat buried under piles of work, the door to my office swung open, revealing Samantha's confident entrance, carrying her overly sweet scent. I glanced up, exhausted and confused, meeting her carefree gaze.Samantha strode in with purpose, her heels echoing against the floor. She paused, taking in the cluttered mess of my office, her eyes meeting mine."Samantha, what brings you here?" I asked, surprised.“Hey” she greeted cheerfully, placing a coffee on my desk, “I brought you coffee”“Thanks, Sam,”“You're alway
FlorenceWaking up, I felt this gaping void in me. It had been days since Nicholas and I had been together, and I'd been barely holding it together with work. Thank the stars it was Saturday now.I figured he wouldn't show up, like usual, but my heart was still clueless, still hurting like crazy."Good morning to me," I grumbled, hauling myself out of bed.A quick shower jolted my senses, and I shuffled to the kitchen to fix myself a much-needed coffee. Saturday was a break from work, but I had no clue what to do. Maybe just knock out and sleep the day away.As I sipped the steaming brew, the persistent knock at the door jolted me from my thoughts. Frowning, I approached the door and turned the knob, the creaking hinge echoed in the house.Standing there, bathed in the morning light, was Layla and Gayle.And there they were—Layla beaming in her floral dress and beach hat, while Gayle looked like she'd rather be anywhere else. Her outfit screamed business casual, a crisp white shirt tu
Nicholas’s POV The air crackled with energy that buzzed right through me. It wasn't my own, though. Mine simmered low, a slow burn fueled by nervous excitement and a simmering pride. No, the nervous energy radiating like heat waves originated from the room itself, a collective held their breath as the music swelled and the double doors at the far end of the aisle creaked open. There she was. Lily. No, Florence. Not quite. Today, she was a vision in white, a goddess emerging from the sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows. The years hadn't touched her, not a single cruel line etched onto that face that had haunted my dreams for so long. She is still that beautiful being in my eyes with her dark blonde hair and hazel eyes that were sparkling brightly at the moment. She was wearing a white gown and a white veil on her head while her hand was clasped on a bouquet made of Lily of the Valleys. I noticed a nervous tremor in the hand that gripped Percival's arm as his, a
The salty breeze ruffled the pages of my book as I leaned back in the wicker chair, the sun already hidden, painting the sky with a darkness filled with stars. A contented sigh escaped my lips. It’s already been six months since Nicholas and I started over again which means dating for real like a normal couple. Both of us pushed our work stuff and it was one of the best decisions I made. Six months of travel, dates, adventures, and laughter-filled days. We'd tried everything from visiting ancient ruins in Greece to white-water rafting in New Zealand. Right now, we are in one of Nicholas's owned islands, perched beside me on the balcony of his secluded beach house, absorbed in his own book, a glass of amber whiskey swirling in his hand. I set my book down with a soft thud, the sound breaking the comfortable silence. "So, Nicholas," I began, his blue eyes locking onto mine as he glanced up. I directly asked the question that popped into my head, "Why are we still mates?" Surpris
Soon after, the night had fallen, painting the sky a canvas of inky blue dotted with a million shimmering stars. Dressed in a stylish, midnight-hued dress that clung to my curves in all the right places, I emerged from the bathroom. A gasp escaped Charlotte's lips, and even Sara, usually so composed, let out a surprised whistle. "Wow, Lils," Charlotte breathed, her eyes wide with admiration. "You look incredible!" Sara, her phone clutched in her hand, held it up to my face. On the screen, a video call connected me to the familiar faces of Percival, Quinn, and his husband. "Hey guys!" I greeted them, my voice filled with a genuine smile. "There she is!” Quinn exclaimed, his booming laugh filling the room. “Hey, kiddo" boomed Percival's voice, "Our own famous artist" Quinn chimed in, "You look stunning, honey! We can't wait to see you smash this exhibition!" His husband, a kind-looking man with warm brown eyes, offered a shy smile and a wave. "Good luck," he mouthed si
6 years later….. My fingers traced the worn frame of the photograph hanging on the plain white wall. A simple black-and-white capture: a lone tree silhouetted against a fiery sunset, its branches reaching out like gnarled fingers. It evoked emotions that felt like a lifetime ago, not the picture itself. "Just making sure, Lily," a soft voice broke through my reverie. "Tomorrow's the big day, you know. Your fifth exhibition and your first appearance." I chuckled, glancing to my left. A beautiful woman stood beside me. Her closely cropped hair, a riot of ebony curls, framed a face that, though small, held a radiant warmth. Her skin, a rich, warm brown, seemed to glow with an inner light. "Tenth time this week, wouldn't you say?" I asked. She grinned, a flash of white against her warm brown skin. "Maybe. But this is different. People are buzzing about you, Lily. The mysterious artist finally makes an appearance after four years." My gaze swept across the gallery, taking in
Keith let out a cruel laugh. "I used all my strongest rogues to deal with the Lycans," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "And your dear Nicholas... Well, let's just say he put up a good fight. The man was a monster indeed. His regenerating ability was remarkable" My gaze fell upon the jacket he wore, a small device embedded in one of the pockets like a dark eye staring back at me. "Is that the button?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My eyes seem lifeless. Keith raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He nodded curtly. "The button for the chips in the rogues? Yes. One press, and they all die a quick, painless death. Useful to threaten them to do something" My face was cold and unreadable as I turned to him, watching him light his cigarette. “Want some?” he offered. I reached for the cigarette he offered, lighting it. As I inhaled, a single thought echoed in my mind: everything had to end. “You know you need to cooperate with t
Seizing the opportunity, I turned and ran, deeper into the dense darkness of the forest to the clearing. I can see it. I had made a choice, a terrible one that left me torn between self-preservation and the agonizing cost it had come at. But as I ran, I couldn't shake the image of Nicholas, wounded, facing the wrath of the rogues because of me. The burden of that decision would be a heavy one to bear, one that I knew I would bring to my death. Suddenly, a blur of fur shot out from my peripheral vision. I snapped my head around just in time to see another rogue, its red eyes zeroing in on me. I reached for the gun. But my hand met only empty air. “Huh, of course it is gone” I scoffed in annoyance. I flung myself aside, barely avoiding the snapping jaws of the beast. But the momentum of my dodge carried me off balance, sending me tumbling to the ground. As I lay there, sprawled, the rogue loomed above, its fetid breath washing over me. An instinct older than thought, deepe
A glance in the rearview mirror confirmed five wolves, their sleek fur gleaming in the daylight, chased after me, led by the imposing figure of the black wolf. He was larger and faster than the rest, impossibly so, but I couldn't stop. They were so fast that our distance was just so small. “What the f*ck?”I cursed. Suddenly, the walkie-talkie crackled inside the car came to life, a very familiar voice cutting through the sound of the engine. I know it belongs to Keith Caldwell. "Hurry! Meet me at the cliff. I've set the GPS coordinates. I know you can hear me Florence. Hurry, if you want to finally escape and save your pack. It's just right as you are their Luna” I gritted my teeth. I am not surprised he already knew that Nicholas and I were mates. Taking deep breaths to regulate my emotions, I glanced at the GPS, memorizing the route, then opened the glove compartment seeing a grenade and a tear gas grenade. Without hesitation, I grabbed the tear gas grenade. “We should
With a shriek of pain, my mother staggered back, releasing her hold. I gasped for air, collapsing onto the forest floor. As my vision cleared, I saw my mother clutching her face, a crimson stain blooming across her fingers. "How… How did you find me?" I rasped, my voice hoarse from lack of oxygen. "Olga," she spat, her voice laced with venom. "Keith and I made a deal. I’ll help him get the rogues in the borders in exchange for… getting rid of you." The revelation made my stomach churn. My mother had orchestrated my capture, colluding with the very threat she swore to protect the pack from. "I even gave her guard schedules," my mother continued, her voice dripping with vindictive satisfaction, "making sure the rogues wouldn't be stopped at the borders long enough… for you to be… eliminated. But I hate their plan. Keith wanted you alive but I wanted you gone so the attack was merely an excuse for me to kill you" My mind reeled. The woman who had birthed me, the woman who had
I was shaking in anger as I asked, “Why are you doing this?” Olga just shrugged and a sadistic gaze glowed in her black and gold eyes, “Simply because I wanted for the line of the Lycans to end. We are living too long” I hold myself back from killing her. I still need her to find the way out. No matter how I wanted to help up there, I could only be of help to them if I killed Keith and got out of their lives. After all, everything happened because of me. “Enough chit-chat. Let's move now” Olga said. The urgency tightened its grip on my heart. I followed her silently, my steps light and quick trying my hardest to ignore the loud footsteps above and screams. After countless turns and twists, the staircase ended in a narrow tunnel. Without hesitation, we crawled through the cramped passage, the damp earth brushing against my skin. I was a little frustrated since Olga moved a little slower and honestly I am more concerned with how she was short of breath. Finally, after what