Nora’s POVMichael and I danced to a romantic song. My feet were moving up and down along the floor as the bass of the song reverberated through our bodies. I was wearing my white shirt sleeve shirt today with black shorts, the same as yesterday as well. Tonight, though, I wore a red short gown, which screamed lust.Pressed close to Michael’s body, I felt his erection. He put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer, while his other hand gripped my ass tightly. His lips grazed mine for a second before he turned towards my neck and bit it gently. I moaned into his mouth at the sensation. He chuckled softly against my skin when I moved away from him, panting lightly. We resumed dancing, but now it was a slow, sensual dance with a slow rhythm as we both tried out new moves. My hand traveled down his back, and I rubbed circles there, feeling his muscles shift under my fingers. I could feel his dick against my thigh.I pulled him closer so he couldn’t move away any further. He groaned qu
Maria’s POVI kicked the shoes off my feet and let the smoothness of the rug stroke my feet. It was like bliss on earth. In the hospital, standing and sitting were the same thing. With the common denominator being concern, Logan had not woken up when I decided to leave and get some fresh clothes. The doctor cleared me after I was given vitamins and folic acid for the baby. I had to keep visiting Logan.Damn, taking care of Logan can be annoying. I mean, I know he is a billionaire who can have anything with the snap of his fingers, but he has never had a good family. They all want his money, just like me. I looked around like a robot. Everything has been as I left it. With tired eyes, I walked into my room and collapsed down on the bed. I badly wanted an embrace. I wanted someone to tell me that everything was alright. My brain threatened to shut down, but I sat up. I was Maria. I lived most of my life alone. I don’t need anyone.Inhaling my armpits, I squeezed up my nose. ”A bath wil
Nora’s POVClaire had died when the attack on them got stronger. She was a girl caught in a crossfire, according to what Hercules said. It was they who shot her. It was those goons that were with her.It was raining cats and dogs as we gathered on the burial ground. Everywhere was littered with people of color. Malia had her eyes red like those of someone who had been drinking. She is leaning on Zen’s chest, staring out like a zombie. All traces of color drained from her face. I couldn’t help her with her pain, but I told her how sorry I was. She had nodded earlier at my words. Not even sparing me a glance.I looked up at the pictures of two smiling girls who were an exact copy of each other. Without the change in hair color, Claire was just Mila and Malia, but this time slimmer. I kept watching, hoping. I was praying that Mila would sit up from where she is kept and tell me that this is just a joke. She would call me a big cry baby, and she would tease me some more.“To a friend and
Nora’s POV“What do you mean you can’t find Dylan?” Michael sprang up.“I went into his room and looked, and I couldn’t find him,” I stammered.“You can’t be sure; maybe he might be hiding somewhere,” Mia said. Michael, Zen, and Hercules all rushed out as they ran upstairs, screaming Dylan’s name.“It’s happening again,” I muttered as I looked dazed."No, Nora, it’s not." Mia stopped me in my trance. I stared into her eyes as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. "No, Nora, now is not the time to cry.”“Then what should I do?” My voice cracked at the end of the sentence.“We go looking for him,” she said, taking my hands, and we followed in the screaming of my son’s name.Three hours . later, it was certified that Dylan had gone missing. I wanted to cry, but I noticed that it ended up making me feel weak. So I decided to do the opposite.Rage.I bolted out of the room like lightning.I ran with all my strength, but the weight of my dress slowed me down. I didn’t know where I was goin
Mia’s POVEven though the disappearance of Dylan made the atmosphere in the pack gloomy, it didn’t stop the hurricane that was brewing in my relationship with Hercules.Hercules might have told everyone that he had nothing to do with that girl, Nyla, but I would be the last person to believe him. Never.Yesterday, while they got prepared to go look for Dylan, that girl was hanging around Hercules. She didn’t let him be. To make it all worse, Hercules was egging her on. He smiled as they spoke and all.That night, when he was back, it was as if Michel was pouring salt in my wound; he made Nyla a part of the council, just like me. She had a say in decision-making. Michael said that was the least he could do since she helped them get to Jake, but I still have a feeling that the girl was out for no good.I couldn’t keep calm as I prepared dinner that night.“How the freaking hell do you explain to me that you and Nyla are not doing anything behind my back?” I said calmly while cutting the
Nyla’s POV “Strip.” “What!?” My heart smashed open. “You heard me,” he said with a bored look on his face. “But sir, I...” I began looking everywhere but at him. “But what? You said you would do anything to make it up to me,” he said, picking up his phone and not sparing me a glance. "Yes, I said so.” He cuts me off. “So you lied?” he turned, facing me. Still that bored expression on his face. "No, I didn’t. I meant it when I said so, but I” I stared at my feet and back at him. He took a step toward me, not breaking his stare. I had a strong desire to take a step back, but I can’t seem to move my legs. I guess fear has me glued to the floor. “Then you do not know what the word’ anything' means.” “I do,” I stammer. "No, you don't." Another step towards me. He is closer now. I can perceive his perfume. “I really want to make it up to you. I really do.” I babble. As he takes another step, I take one back, but I find out that I am against his bookshelf. Now I am cornered. I lo
Nyla’s POVI packed my bags in absolute silence. The man said we would be leaving for the werewolf side the day after tomorrow. I peered into my phone to find the message from my mom’s doctor.Thank you for the money. We will commence treatment on your mom now.I had insisted on a down payment, which was 20,000 dollars. The man didn’t hesitate to pay. I sighed. Now it was my turn to hold up my own end of the bargain. I have been on the werewolf side for years, since I ran away. Luckily for me, I was adopted by my mom and dad. I hate the werewolf side. It’s all about survival, and I hate it. Thinking about it made me more anxious. I grabbed the phone and began to look for the number of that strange man. Maybe this was just a mistake, but then a memory came to mind.*************************"Hello,” I whispered.“Hello baby, Are you there now? Did you get there on time?” the voice said. Instantly, I knew who it was."Yes, mom, I did,” I reply as I make my way to a seat I spotted from a
Zen’s POVIt’s not a week. A lot of evil has happened.Dylan has been missing. Mia broke up with Hercules all because of a guy feeling bad about the new girl. Michael has been MIA. And I have been the only one heading the search.The person I have not seen since the incident was Nora. She must be killing herself with a mountain full of negative thoughts about her son. I knew Nora to be a bit pessimistic, but she said she was realistic.She always cried out of her eyes the night after every search team came back with a long face and a shaking head. It felt so surreal to the Nexton pack. This would be the first time one of our own would go missing and not get found easily. Normally, if any yet-to-be turned-werewolf went missing, it took the search team 3 to 4 days to find any clue, and if they didn't, the person would be buried with his or her belongings as a representative of the body. It becomes more heartbreaking when they see a clue. Bloodied clothes, personal belongings, or a part
Nora’s POV5 years later“Nora! Come on, we will be late,” Michael yelled from downstairs.“Coming!” I ran downstairs. But at a slow pace, “please hold her,” I handed Danielle to her father.Today was a game day for Dylan. He had begged us all to come. And when I mean all, I mean me, Michael, Hercules, Mia, Malia, and Zen.Michael cleared his schedule, and for the others, they didn’t have much to do in the park. I was also lucky that my 1-year-old daughter was not fussy today.A lot has happened since I got married to Michael. After I was made Luna, my previous pack came to apologize for some of the things they had done to me. I forgave them. Michael had pity on them; instead of taking ownership of the pack, he made one of them an Alpha, and the moon goddess did the choosing. Hercules and Mia had their child, Arla. Four years ago, she was the most beautiful child I had ever had. She keeps Hercules on his toes, just like her mother. As for Zen, Malia is 5 months old. We also cannot wai
Nora’s POV6 days later.I was woken up by a pesky mosquito that wouldn’t stop screaming in my ear, no matter how I tried to swat it away sleepily. It was on my third attempt that I mistakenly smacked myself across the face. I felt an excruciating pain in my head.“Aargh!!!” I cried. It was then that I took in my environment. I recognized the room. I tried to move more, but I couldn’t. I realized there was an IV drip connected to my wrist."Guys, she’s up,” I heard someone say from outside of the room. Then they all come in. Malia, Zen, Hercules, and Mia. They had a huge grin on their faces.“Hi guys,” I smiled back. “Where is Michael?’’ I blurted. They all turned their gazes to the side, and there he was. Sleeping on a small cushion. He was a giant in that chair."Aww,” my heart melted. The girls chuckled as the guys laughed. I think that was what woke him up. He stirred around and was about to fall off the chair, but he caught himself. He peaked an eye open as he stared at everyone’
Michael’s POVAll through the night, I felt like someone was calling out to me. My wolf was awakened. I had to do something to calm him down. I had to go towards where I heard that voice. I stood up and began to walk.“Where are you going?” Hercules turned to me. Someone was going into the underground house. The one we saw Zen go into last night.“I need to go in,” I said as I began pacing.“If you do, we would get caught. We still have no plans yet,” Hercules said. I nodded. He had a point, but the longer I stayed without going towards where my wolf was leading me, the more agitated I was. I kept pacing till I had it up to here."Okay, fuck this shit! I need to go inside. Now this is the plan. Once I go in and make sure the coast is clear, I howl out to you guys,” and with that, I left.The moment I walked into the house and found someone kicking Nora to the ground and trying to claw Dylan on the throat, anger rose to my head, and I lost it. I jumped in the air and immediately transi
Nora’s POVThe first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a cat. It was staring intently at me, or rather, at me and Dylan. My heart began to race as I thought of what next to do. I wanted to scream, but then I remembered. I was not at home. I had been kidnapped. I stared at my lap, and there he was. Dylan. The son I thought I had lost. I fixed him properly on the carton we lay on and stretched my leg. When I turned back, the cat was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t too sure of what the time was, but I think it was 4 a.m.ish. I was up, and I couldn’t sleep any more. So I stayed up, watching the sun rise from the little reflection of the sun in the small room.Sitting there, yesterday’s event rang fresh in my mind. I was this close to getting killed. I feared for my life and that of Dylan. Zen looked hell-bent on exacting his revenge on Michael. My eyes went to the door. What if he still tries to kill me again? What am I going to do? I sighed and began to bite my nails. Wha
Mia’s POVThe next thing I know, I am being dragged out of the car, and the car zooms off. I turn my head around. No one was in sight. All I could see were trees and grasses. Tears began to well up in my eyes. Where am I? I stood up and limped to a corner. It was an abandoned building. I took shelter under it. Not wanting to go in, danger might be lurking, or you might stand outside the building for fear of being attacked. My legs were swollen. Partly because of my pregnancy and also because they made me walk half the way. I squinted. I saw no one. Just then, a car sped past me.Wait, was that Nora? Yes, that was Nora. Immediately, I began to jump.“Nora!” I ran after the car, and just before I rounded the corner, I bumped into someone.“Watch where—“wait a minute. I knew that smell came from somewhere. Hercules? I looked up, and it was him. I jumped on him, screaming and crying. Hercules kept wiping my tears. I tried to speak, but he put his hand on my lips.“It’s you. It’s really you
Nora’s POVMy heart raced at the thought of what had just happened. I had been forcibly dragged into the backseat of a car, my screams muffled by a hand over my mouth. Panic surged through my veins, and my mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. I struggled against my captors, but their grip on me was firm."Let me go! Help! Someone, please!" I cried out, and my voice choked with terror. Oh no. This was all shades of wrong. And so go all our plans and what-ifs. Nothing matters now."Shut up, you little brat!" one of the kidnappers growled, his voice harsh and menacing. "You're coming with us, whether you like it or not."My eyes darted around the dimly lit interior of the car, searching desperately for a way to escape. But the windows were locked, and the doors were sealed shut. I felt trapped, helpless, and utterly alone. I wanted to cry, but I blinked back my tears. It was as if I had left all my courage and determination on the ground while being shoved into the car.As the car
Nora’s POVImmediately, sleep vanished from my eyes. I blinked a couple of times before it all seemed so real.A letter for me.That could be the answer to my questions. My closure. Was my Dylan dead? Is this a torture letter? Maybe they have a picture of my dead son. Oh, Zen’s brother, you must hate Michael so much. So much that he had to hurt a child to drive home a point. My heart stomped in my chest. Maybe it would not be a good idea to open it yet.The letter trembled in my hands as I stared at it. I stared so long at it that it began to look like another object. I put the letter in my other hand as I rubbed the clammy, shaky one on my dress. Suddenly, everything had changed. The memories of the previous night with Michael.I looked from Michael to the letter. It might look like some piece of paper, but to me, it was as heavy as a rock. Was it blank like the last time, or does it mean my son is still alive? My Dylan.“I... I think I should open it." I looked at Michael. He nodded
Michael’s POVHercules rose up and charged towards Eleanor. The guards were fast, as they grabbed him before his hands could touch her.“Where is she?" Hercules demanded. I grabbed him.“Herc, be calm, please,” I said.“ What? Did you just hear her? She said she knows where Mia is!”“Please be calm, Herc. We will find Mia, I promise you,” and did my brother sit still? He glared at the Eleanor girl. She ducked. I told her to stand aside.“Tell me what you know," I said. She looked scared.“Some days ago, I saw Nyla leave the pack.”“Nyla?” I asked, and she nodded.I always knew that girl had something to hide. “Go on!"“She was headed towards the side of the white oak forest. I told Luna... I mean Miss Nora. Then, later, after the attack, when we were saved, she was angry. I decided to follow her. It was there I saw Zen.” My eyes widened.“You did?” she nodded.“Are you sure? Did you take pictures?” She shook her head, and all my hopes fell.“Then, your highness, I had told Miss Mia abo
Michael’s POV“What do you mean you can’t find her?” I walked in on Hercules, grabbing the neck of one of the search guards.“Herc!” I called out to him.“Where have you looked?” Hercules released him as he glared down on him.I walked to him and pushed him aside. “Don’t touch me,” he snapped as he shoved me away. My blood began to boil.“Everybody out!” I barked. All the guards scramble, like little children, out of the house. Hercules stood with his hands on his hips, and he sighed deeply. Then he ran his hand over his hair.One word. Frustration.“hey Hercules” I tried to touch him, but he slapped my hands away. “I mean it, Michael. Don't touch me!” He pushed me aside.Oh hell, naw.I grabbed him by his hands and landed a blow on him. He fell to the floor. He struggled to stand, and when he did, he checked his nose. There’sblood running.“Has it kicked in yet?” I asked. I am not prepared for what Hercules does next. He grabbed a chair and broke it on my back. The broken chair falls