We danced slowly, our movements synchronized with the beat of the song. His strong hands rested on my waist while mine found their place on his shoulder. He was so tall that I could only reach his chest. As we swayed to the slow music, Nicholas broke the silence with a question, "Is there anything you want, Florence? Perhaps a gift?" I looked up at him, surprised to find him already watching me. Holding his gaze, I smirked. "A gift for what?" He shrugged. "Um... for earlier." I nodded, holding back my smile, "Anything?" "Yeah, anything." "Alright..." I pondered for a moment, recalling past extravagant gifts that had remained unused. Wanting something different, I suggested, "How about a simple date? Just one day where we can enjoy each other's company." Nicholas appeared momentarily taken aback, his eyes reflecting surprise as he processed my request. Before he could respond, Samantha appeared out of nowhere, interrupting our dance. We both stopped, looking at her.
I downed the last of my drink in one gulp, the liquid fire providing a burst of determination. Leaving the balcony behind, I scanned the crowded hall for Layla's familiar figure, but she seemed to have vanished into the sea of faces. As I made my way to the hall's main door, I exchanged pleasantries with those who greeted me. Approaching the door, our eyes locked – Nicholas's and mine – until the moment was quickly interrupted by the council members vying for his attention. The guards on the door bowed at me and I just smiled at them as I walked down the hallway. Moving through the corridor, the echoes of the party faded into the distance until I reached a guest room. Standing in front of the guest room door, I hesitated, sensing an eerie stillness in the dimly lit corridor. Everything felt odd, confirming my suspicions of a trap. Closing my eyes for a moment, I utilized my shifter ability, focusing on sensing the faint presence of three people inside the room. Taking a stea
A few moments ago…… Nicholas's POV "I can't believe he would do that." "Alpha Jason looks to be a responsible leader. It is such a waste" someone murmured nearby, their words barely registering as I felt an insistent pull, an inexplicable urge to find Florence. My thoughts were consumed by the need to see her. Something felt amiss, and a growing concern for her gnawed at me, and at my beast—Berion. "Excuse me," I casually said, trying to hide the concern growing within me. "Is everything okay, Alpha King?" one of them asked. "Yes, I just need to do something," I replied, turning around and walking away from the group. Excusing myself, the council members exchanged curious glances. Navigating through the lively crowd, I searched for Florence, the tension in my nerves mounting with every passing moment. The sea of faces blurred, but there was no sign of her, and my worry deepened. Approaching Layla and Clifford, I didn't waste time asking, "Have any of you seen Flor
Nicholas POV I stormed into the dance hall, fury raging within me, with Clifford standing guard behind me. My suit jacket was gone, leaving only a white polo stained with scattered blood. In my clenched fist, I held the severed head of the man who had dared to lay a hand on Florence. The music abruptly halted, and a heavy silence descended as all eyes turned towards me. Some covered their mouths in shock at the gruesome sight. A voice dared to speak up, questioning, "Alpha, what's happening? Why—" I silenced them with a menacing growl, "Silence!" My gaze swept across the room, locking onto each individual with a piercing intensity. "This man, Mr. Agares—a member of the Werewolf Council," I raised the severed head for all to witness, "attempted to harm my woman. That is a crime against the pack, and I won't tolerate it." Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd as the weight of the situation sank in. I continued, "He attempted to harm someone under my protecti
Nicholas nodded his thanks to Isaac and Layla. I opened the door wider for him. As soon as he entered, I shut it close and inspected him closely. He seemed unscathed but covered in dry blood. I held his wrist, "Let's get you cleaned—" Nicholas surprised me by pulling me into a tight embrace. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, his arms tightening around my waist. "His scent was all over you," he gritted, and I felt the heat of anger rising in him, "I should've not killed him that easily and let him die slowly—" I cut him off by hugging him back and leaning my head on his, "It is done, and I am fine. Let's not talk about that filthy man." A few moments of silence permeated the air before he spoke again. "You're not leaving my sight again," he whispered like a promise to himself, "F*ck, I don't know what I will do next if that ever happens again. I might lose my mind or, worse, let my wolf take over and hunt every council member." I began rubbing his back in
I stood up from kneeling in front of him after I cleaned off his leg. The water was continuously streaming to us. While staring at his lust-filled eyes, I lowered my hands and gripped his length. He grabbed my hands as if to stop him, and groaned, “Florence, you don't need to do this” I know he might be thinking I am shocked or traumatized by what that filthy hag tried to do to me but that’s not the worst I have been through and honestly, spying and disguising myself as some slutty person, I met a few of those kinds of men. I am not shocked or overwhelmed at all. More so, I want Nicholas’s hands all over me to replace the touches of that filthy man. I want him and I will make his patience snap so he can drop the gentle and making-space agenda for me. I know that’s what he's trying to do, that's why he didn't bother asking me what happened. He might not want me to relive the scenario for tonight. “Of course, I do,” I whispered, “It still needs proper attention,” With that,
Nicholas's hands moved smoothly across my arms. Desire was pounding fiercely in my heart. An ache for him. He wrapped his hands around my small waist and murmured, "Your sweet cunt is mine tonight as punishment for leaving my bedroom." He started to spread my legs wider and draw me closer to him till his pulsating length was at the entrance to my center. "Oh," I say, groaning at the feeling. I simply wanted him to it inside me. He grinned and nuzzled my damp opening with his cock. "You're too impatient." That's how he was playing with me, running his nose over the side of my throat and staring at my body, sliding his finger in all of my body's curves, lines, marks, and moles. "You are mine, only mine," he muttered while brushing his fingers on my long, silky, naked legs. I let out a quiet, long sigh as his fingers were dangerously close to my center. I moaned pleadingly, "Nicholas." He leaned forward and groaned, “Your swollen pussy is driving me crazy, baby” and ran
Nicholas’s POVI was already awake a few hours ago. I spent hours earlier staring at her while she was still sleeping soundly, her head sharing my pillow, her body soft and warm against my chest. I knew she was awake earlier, so I pretended to be asleep because something in me wanted her to watch me. In a split second, the sheets vanished from Florence and I grabbed her head, pulling her towards me and crushing my lips to hers. Her hands wrapped around my neck as she pulled me firmly against her lips.“Mmm,” I hum appreciatively as she deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth for a slow and seductive taste.Suddenly ravenous, I slipped my tongue between her lips. At the same time, I grind against her with my hips, pressing my erection against her flat stomach to show her just how much I want her. One of her hands travels down my chest, her touch light as she traces the line of my abs. Then her fingers wrap around my cock. I groan, my hips thrusting of their own volition, a
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