LANDON:Over the following two weeks, our journey spanned five countries—Amsterdam, Shanghai, Netherlands, and Mexico, creating a score of unforgettable moments. Amidst the allure of these diverse destinations, our days were filled with a mix of pleasure and responsibility. Unbridled passion intertwined with leisurely shopping, moments, relaxation, and the ever-present threat of work that accompanied us even on this vacation, but in a diminished capacity.With Edwin and Anthony no longer obstacles, the worry of the court case lifted, and I found myself able to shift my focus to the larger issues at hand—Clay and Mirage. Entrusting the pack to Alex's capable hands, the burden of leadership seemed to sit well with him for now.The events of that fateful night leading to Anthony's demise were not planned, yet circumstances dictated a harsh reality. Edwin, however, was a different case, a deliberate choice to rid myself of a burden. I fought with the stains of blood on my hands, acknowle
VENITA:The fact that I still broke down after mentally preparing myself that I was ready for his confession showed that a part of me was weak and broken. He had barely began his narration as we relaxed in the bubble bath when I got hooked in his arms crying like a kid who lost her toy. Landon allowed me time to recollect myself as much as I wanted before I asked him to continue. Without hesitation, he did."When the council made their decision, they placed myself and Clay to oversee it. I wanted to protest and kick against the idea of having the best scientists that could save us in future put down but I was powerless. I wanted to suggest they rather be imprisoned and kept under close monitoring but my words had no value." He casted his gaze to the bubbling water, sadness reflecting in his eyes."Is this why you left your pack?""Partly. I had already left a year prior to then but I was still making my presence noticed, making it seem I was with them. When this obscure act was comm
VENITA:“Not my best work, I’m afraid.” He sighed. “You might want to do it again.” “It’s perfect,” I smiled into the mirror, observing the braid. Landon placed his hands on my hips, turned me around, and raised his hand to run a finger down the side of my face. “I’m sorry for leaving you like that. Something unpleasant happened back at the packhouse.” I almost squealed in excitement that he could read my mind too. I sighed, pulled on his arm until he bent, and I placed a kiss on his lips. “Am I forgiven?” “Not yet. You will need to work much more for that.” He raised his left eyebrow, and his lips slightly widened. "And, what do you have in mind?""You figure it out," I huffed."Oh, I like the fact that the ball is in my court." He tickled both sides of my underarms like some little kid and I burst out laughing.Slowly, I began unbuttoning his shirt. I felt his hands on my stomach, going up and pulling on my shirt. “I better start then.” He pulled the shirt over my head, remov
LANDON:I didn't know that Anthony had put resources in place to 'expose' our existence should anything happen to him. When Cross informed me that they just found out about someone tailing us down to Dubai, that was when I decided to find out who the fucker was and deal with it. Of course, it changed my mood and I didn't want to inform Venita so she didn't worry especially with our presence endangering Sasha. Secondly, Sasha's request for me to be her father was a conversation I wished she never brought up until the time came for me to confess that she was mine.I easily saw how Venita went ice-cold when Sasha brought up the topic. You could see that she wasn't ready for such a conversation in a million years. And, the lie she told was to sever them from future ever having to talk about the topic. It also broke my heart that it ever came up. I didn't know how I was going to break the news to them if it came to that time.We were all back after Simeon had the time of her life and Sasha
VENITA:Concluding that moving out would help our relationship progress was easy. The hard part was discussing it with Landon. I couldn't find the right words and it made me constantly stammer. The pain on his face when I finally let it out was unlike any emotion I had seen on his face. But, this was for the best. We both needed space and with everything that I had come to discover, my focus has been redirected. Continuing work for him as his secretary would be a suicide mission both to my pussy and mind because I might end up losing one of them.Sasha was still on vacation and I thought it best to seize that opportunity to move. Landon kicked against the idea especially with it being a security hazard considering the recent events. Nonetheless, I had it my way at the end. Since we got back, I had only seen him for less than three hours before he hurried off to take care of some emergency that he wouldn't tell me about at the pack house. Here I was, standing at the entrance as I watc
VENITA:"Jason, I don't know what you're driving at, neither does it make sense to me. Just get out of my house and stop creeping me out. I no longer work for Landon and that means I don't work for you. So, please, leave," I fumed.Jason rose to his full length, dipping both hands into his pocket. The jeans and white shirt and black boots he had on looked amazing on his jerkass. I wonder what his crippled mind was up to. "Venita, I understand if you're engrossed in that massive dick of Landon's," he whispered. "So I have heard from his old flings that the man was a god in the bedroom. However, you will snap out of it and then realize that from the first day I stepped into that office, I have liked you. Genuinely liked you. I'm willing to accept you as you are. No judgments."I stood on my toes and whacked him hard across the face. "you have no right to come into my house and spew rubbish at me. I don't care what you have heard. I love Landon. And, even if I wasn't with him, I would ne
LANDON:It broke my heart that the first thing Venita had in mind to do on our return was to move out. Why? Was the space too small? I could buy a bigger house for us. But, she insisted on wanting her own place. I had no choice but to give in. The last thing I needed was for her to see me as controlling. If she wanted this, I had to be supportive.I was away when I got the report that she was already moving. I knew she would but I didn't anticipate it to be immediate. What was the rush for? And she chose a terrible time to do this. It was risky and she was vulnerable to threats. I couldn't leave the situation back at my packhouse to return home so, I opted for later. Throughout my time observing my wolves, I held onto every power in me not to break down. Seeing them in pain; bleeding from their noses, eyes, and ears, barking like a rabid dog, and finally dying, broke my heart. We had one cure and how was she going to go about saving the millions of infected wolves?Cross and Greg took
VENITA:My head felt incredibly heavy, and my memories were fuzzy, except for the vivid recollection of Landon injecting me with some kind of drug that led to my unconsciousness. I was determined to give him a piece of my mind for that. What was his motive? Did he have an agenda, considering I found myself back in my apartment, bewildered and lying in bed, battling thirst? Speaking of which, how did I even get into bed?That young man remained as unpredictable as ever.I managed to stagger from my still unorganized bedroom to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, which I eagerly gulped down. Something felt off about my body—like it had been pricked. Pulling up my top to inspect, everything seemed normal except for a faint, almost faded mark on my ribcage. It could have been from anywhere.Drinking the water helped clear my head, and soon I started feeling better. It was time to be productive.The day swiftly passed by as I engaged in cleaning, organizing, and fixing minor things arou