I was doomed! Behold my arch-enemy in flesh! Right next to me! ... I wonder what she will be thinking, seeing me with another man. This will just further cement her claims that I am a whore, thereby unsuitable for her son. And nothing I can say now will change her mind. "Luna Betty." I also bowed my head, showing my respect. I may have been physically present, but my mind was working on ways in which I would be able to get out of this mess. A bead of sweat rolled down from my face to the tile. I couldn’t tell if it was the heat or if it was due to nervousness. Or probably both. "Harry!" she replied in an overly cheerful manner, and I was quite certain she did it to spite me. "What brought you here?" "I came to visit Gamgam." "That is so sweet of you. I hope she is doing well. I should go and see her whenever I have the chance." She continued in that sickening voice. Okay, this woman is good. She got me to believe for a second that she was actually nice. "Meanwhile, this is my frie
We were fucked! The number of men at the door began to increase, the pheromones bringing them from every part of the house. And they were coming at us with speed. Jessica looked around, trying to think of a way we could get past them without getting mauled, but no ideas were coming to her. Her twin, on the other hand, was still holding me, but it was obvious he was struggling. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead like a second skin, his breathing becoming more labored. His nose began to flare occasionally, taking huge whiffs of the air. We had to do something fast or else I would get mauled right here. "Shit! What should we do? They are advancing fast on us. And Richard is still nowhere to be found!" Jessica complained, running her hands through her hair. I was afraid that by the time I was through with the heat, she wouldn’t have any hair left on her head. My hands grabbed at my clothes, threatening to tear them. They were suddenly becoming too heavy for me; they were rubbing my s
I pounced on the body close to me, rubbing myself on the person like a Cheshire cat. The scent of CITRUS was very strong in the room. It was Richard, and he has finally come. A smile formed on my lips at that thought. Finally, he was here. I moved closer to the source of heat, digging my nose into his neck and inhaling all of him. I took a deep breath as I inhaled that musky scent of his. I have missed this. The heat began to flare in her ugly head in response to her mate’s scent. I moved closer to Richard until I was so close to him that I could feel every contour of his body. I threw one of my legs over him while my fingers went under his clothes, running through his bare chest, smoothing the spare air that was there. I dragged my hands down, trailing a line from his chest down to his waist. I felt a thin material, he was clad in only his boxers. I ran my hands over the thin material, feeling something obstructing my hands. Curiosity got the better of me and I grabbed onto the obj
He growled lustfully as he pressed his lips to mine hungrily, devouring and ravaging me. Moaning softly, I held onto his hands, loving the feel of his powerful body against me. Our lips move urgently against each other before his tongue darts out, licking the bottom of my lips, trying to get me to open up. I failed to grasp the message quickly, and a growl of frustration filled the room before he bit down on my lips, drawing blood. I gasped in surprise as the metallic taste of the red liquid touched my tongue. I look up at Richard, a scolding at the tip of my tongue. His normal brown eyes had turned a bright gold, and he was staring at my lips like a starving man. If I didn't know, I would have thought he was a vampire. He took that chance to slip his tongue in, tasting me, and I tugged at his hair, making him groan in response. The heat was at its peak now. Lust filled the air as the scent of my arousal permeated everywhere. My body heats up in anticipation as wet juices drip down
Richard. Richard. Richard. Richard. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or saying what I wanted, but I woke up to find myself chanting Richard's name. I found Richard on me, straddling me, his large hands pinning mine down, probably trying to prevent me from doing something regrettable. I began to shake under him, struggling to escape his grasp. In my struggle, my eyes met the mirror on the wall, and I was shocked to see my reflection. I was unrecognizable. My eyes were bloodshot and my canines were all out, sharp, and pointy. I was completely naked under him. Then I remember that today was the second-to-last day of the heat, and that the last days of heat are usually the worst. "Shit! You are burning up." Richard exclaimed as he placed his hands on my head. He stretched out his hand toward the bedside table to retrieve the bowl of water, then started applying it to me with a towel. "We have to mate, Isabel. You are in pain, and I can't stand seeing you like this. Besides, it is boun
Shit! No one was supposed to come inside now. I was too ashamed to face anyone. I had thought I would be able to escape to my room. I looked around, the room, trying to come up with something. I wasn't ready to face Richard at all. In my blind panic, I stumbled on my toes as I rushed to hide inside his closet. I held my breath as I heard his feet stomp inside. "Isabelle?" He called out, his feet moving rapidly to where I was. "There is no need to hide from me, little mate. You seem to forget that your mate is an Alpha and he can already smell you." Damn him and his stupid werewolf genes. "I'm coming," I replied from inside, trying to busy myself with something so it wouldn't feel as if I was hiding from him. I smoothed the clothes I had on and arranged my hair. You can't hide here forever Bella; you have to face him. I know, Kiayra, I know. But why is she so wise? She is right, though. I can't continue hiding here. Garnering courage, I turned the door knob and came out, standin
We were so lost in our world, focusing on ourselves, that we didn't know that everyone was watching us, some with curiosity and others with confusion. The whole dinner was silent as everyone was watching your interactions with wary eyes, wondering what was happening. I glanced up to face the pack, but one particular set of eyes caught me. It was Harry. Shit! I forgot about him. I was yet to thank him for his help during my heat. I tried to signal him with my eyes that we would talk later, but he was looking at me like someone stole his puppy. Richard stilled when he noticed that everyone was looking at him, waiting for some sort of explanation. He took a sip of the water in front of him, pushed back his chair, and stood up. He extended his hands to me, and I took them, not knowing why he wanted me to take his hands. He pulled me to a standing position and cleared his throat. Now all eyes were on him, waiting for his next move. "I know you're all curious about this beautiful lady sta
"Where are we going?" I asked as Richard kept leading me outside. "You will know when we get there." He is my mate; I should trust him. We soon left civilization and started to enter into the woods. He kept maneuvering through the rocky path until we got to this huge ass tree. "You can change here." Richard gestured to the tree. "Change here?" I asked, confused. "Yea, into your wolf. It has been a while since you let her out right? So, I think this will be a great opportunity." He replied and started leaving. "Wait, where are you going?" "I am going to get changed. Or do you want to watch me undress?" He asked in a teasing manner; his hands were already on the hem of his shirt, threatening to remove it. I didn't answer immediately, so he pulled it up, showing off his well-toned abs. I gulped with my eyes wide open as I followed his movements. My eyes took him in greedily. He chuckled as he saw my expression. "I am tempted to ravish you here in the woods, with the way y
My hands were drumming on the table as the lady kept talking, and I tried to tune her out. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the meeting, my mind kept jumping to the children I left in the room. I had told Jesse to watch them, but I know he will be of no help. I was particularly worried about Jasmine, the oldest of my twins. She is known to be fearless and has a knack for inviting trouble, even though she just barely clocked 5. Her twin brother, Jason, was equally troublesome, but he was easier to control than his sister. When will this damn meeting be over? This was something I never got used to—sitting down for hours and hearing people talk. Richard noticed my attitude and smirked, "Feeling bored?" He asked me through the link. "You can say that again. I am just worried about the twins. You know what Jasmine can be like." It didn't help that I had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. "Relax. Don't worry, they are in safe hands. My brother is watching over them.
"Alright, the bad news. Your mom is suffering from a stroke." Richard's face crumbled as he heard it. I held him, trying to comfort him in the best way I knew how. "But we are werewolves, Gamgam; we don't suffer illness." He tried to argue. "Yes I know, which is why it is rare. But your mother has been without a mate for a while, and it is affecting her. She is slowly deteriorating." "And the good news?" He asked, trying to gain hope. "The good news is that the operation was successful. We were extremely lucky that we got to her on time. She should be waking up soon." We all collectively heaved a sigh of relief. I could feel Richard untensing at her words. "Thank you so much, Gamgam. I am really grateful for everything." "It is alright." "She is also like a daughter to me, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to her." Just then a male doctor and some nurses came outside. "This is Alexander. He was the head surgeon in charge of her operation, and he in fact needs to be praised.
I woke up with a splitting headache—now that I think of it, I am always waking up with a splitting headache. Anyways, I rub my hands over my sleepy eyes, trying to clear the sleep. Looking around, the sheets have been thrown on the floor during our steamy session. The bed was unmade and rough, and Richard was sleeping on it like that, eagle-spread and snoring. I frowned as the noise got to my ears. Reaching over, I pinched his nose tight, and it was able to control it.I looked around, trying to get my clothes. The red and white furniture is a stark contrast to our black furniture, which reminded me that this was not our room. But that begs me to ask the question, "Where were we?"But before I troubled myself with that piece of information, Richard would know best how to answer it. I need to look for my phone; if I could remember, someone was trying to reach me yesterday. But Richard collected my phone and switched it off.I shuffled to the edge of the bed and placed my legs gingerly
It has been a hassle trying to get Richard to leave the venue. He had gotten power drunk and was crazy about winning. Soon the locals found out that they were never going to beat him, so they got tired, and no one was in the mood to compete again.He looked around, searching for new competitors, but no one was willing to wrestle with the new person. "I see y'all are getting tired of being beaten at your game. But I get it, and I will go. Let me just get my money." Someone directed him to where all his earnings from the game have been stacked.We went over there, and bundles of 10-pound notes were stacked high on the table. "What are you going to do with all that money?" I asked him through the link."Hmm, I don't know. Probably convert it to the pack's fund?" I dug my elbows into his ribs, and he looked at me quizzically, "You know you can't do that. You will be ripping them off of their hard-earned money, and goddess knows they need it. Besides, I have seen the pack's account, and I
The sun had begun to set on the horizon, and darkness was slowly creeping into the place. But that was when the main show was getting started. According to Richard, I was going to experience the Southampton nightlife. The first place we visited was the Duke of Wellington, commonly known as "the Duke of Boots" by locals. The name was given after its namesake’s famous victory at the Battle of Waterloo. It was a formidable timber-framed building with colorful hanging baskets that greeted our arrival. We were led upstairs to the rooftop. It had a section for the bar and for the restaurant. We got seated in one of the chairs, and I got comfortable. I looked beyond the horizon, watching as the night was taken up by the stars and beautiful street lights. I looked up to see the moonlight shining down on us. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the night breeze. "Enjoying the view?" Richard whispered into my ears, and I nodded. "Yeah, it is beautiful. Thank you for today." He gazed at me, his dark
The date hasn't even begun, but overall, I was loving it. My skin was glowing after hours of pampering and care. My nails were on fleek, and even my hair was flawless. Apparently Richard told them to get a hair stylist for me because he wants me to look my best. Like can I love this man even more? He was just too sweet.I was heading towards the inner room to go get my clothes when the head of the spa handed me a bag and said it was from Richard, and she was gone like a flash. I looked at the corner where she had disappeared, wondering why she had given me a bag.I peered into the bag, and I could see black wrap. I was skeptical about it, but since it was from Richard, I trusted that it would be something good. Today has been full of surprises, and I wonder what he had planned. I went to the changing room and brought out the items from the bag, and my hunch was correct. It was new clothes.I tore the wrapper off the clothes in a hurry, my heart pounding within my ribcage, wondering
A date is exactly what I need now. I can't remember the last time we went on a date. As I tried to think of the last time, I was reminded of the first one we went to. It was unarguably my best date ever; not like I have ever had any before that. But he was a total gentleman there, and it was one of the reasons I started falling for him. I wonder where we will be going this time around. Just the thought of it was making me feel giddy. With our busy schedules, we barely had time for ourselves, so I am willing to take this opportunity and enjoy it to the fullest. We took a quick bath together; Richard wanted us to be out of here before he starts getting calls. Otherwise, we may be unable to go after all. "Where are we going to?" I asked him as we were getting dressed. He had been tight-lipped since, probably not wanting to spill. "I don't know, just get dressed; you will know when we get there." "That is the thing; I don't know what to wear. I need to know exactly where we are going
Richard opened the door, and the stench of alcohol hit me hard. I froze, my sensitive nose wrinkling at the smell of the fermented drink. I glared at him, my mouth pressing into a line. I was pissed at the fact that he left without telling me, making me worried, only to come back drunk. "Take care of him." Someone slurred, and I turned to look at who had brought him; it was his Beta and he also reeked of alcohol. "Ian, wait," but he was already off, staggering to his room while holding the wall for support. I was left alone with Richard, so I moved closer to hold and steady him. He was so drunk that he couldn't stand well. My ear pricked when I heard a loud crash on the floor. "Fucking floor, can you just be straight for a minute?!" He cursed at the ground. I was going to help him up when he called out, "I'm okie dokie; don't worry, Luna." I looked at the corridor, and it seems like he got it under control. He had picked himself up and was staggering back to his room. I shook my h
"What was the meaning of that, eh?" I questioned him as soon as we got back home. "The meaning of what?" He asked, like he didn't know what he just did. The urge to roll my eyes at him was so strong that I had to resist it. "The meaning of what happened back there with Harry." "Oh, that? That was nothing." He replied nonchalantly. "Why did you grip my waist tighter when he was around?" "Do I have any reason not to do so?" He replied offhandedly while unbuttoning his shirt. "You are my mate, and I can do whatever I want with you." "I know, Richard, but that is beside the point. You were trying to rile him and make him feel jealous." I argued further. "And so what if I did? Why does it bother you?" "It doesn't bother me, but you have to take into account that he doesn't have a mate, and you are rubbing that fact in his face." He sighed, pausing what he was doing, "drop it, Isabella; it is beginning to sound like you care about him." "What is that supposed to mean, he is my frie