Ava had come with her entourage, consisting of a makeup artist and hairstylist. I went to the bathroom to take a shower since there was no time for a bath. I came back dressed in my robes while they were set to work. I sat in front of the mirror as the makeup artist applied it to me. I opted for something light because I'd still have to shift. My hair was rolled into a low bun, sleeked with a styling gel, and styled with decorative stones and pins, and I was helped into the dress. The dress fitted just perfectly, accentuating my waist. I moved closer to the mirror and twirled, loving the way the clothes fit on my body. "You look so beautiful, Bella. Richard is one hell of a lucky man." I felt warmth flush through my limbs at her words. My smile was so wide, my lips threatened to tear. I opened the box of jewelry the former Luna had gifted me, and with their help, I put them on. Yeah! Ava was right; it really brings out the color in my eyes. I looked out the window; beyond the tre
The full moon was finally upon us. Just by glancing around, one could feel the impact of the moon, couples being overly touchy. Some were even making out, not caring about the press. The pack was having fun, people getting drunk by the minute. Richard's mother and some elders had left after I was ordained as the Luna. I would give it to her, she tried by attending the ceremony. No one would scold her if she didn't, but she did. Maybe she wasn't all that bad. She was just looking out for her son. After the ceremony, I will go see her. We were practically families now; I can't continue avoiding her. I was about to take another sip of the drink when I felt tingles on my thighs. "We are going to be very busy tonight, so don't get drunk." "Busy? Don't tell me Luna's activities start immediately." I whined. It wasn't what I signed up for. I would want nothing more than to dive deep into Richard's pillow and sleep, with his scent surrounding me. "You will love this activity." He wriggled
I couldn't remember exactly what happened, but all I knew was that we were in our room, his tongue down my throat. I was in his arms, and his back was on the door. We parted for air, and he looked at me, two orbs of fierce gold staring at me. He dived in again, pressing his lips against mine. I held his shoulder to stabilize myself from the onslaught of emotion I was feeling. His fingers ran through my hair, scattering the work the stylist had carefully done. He latched his lips onto my skin, placing an open-mouthed kiss on my mark before sucking and nipping at it harshly. My core throbbed just like my mark, and I threw my head back as a breathy moan escaped my lips. I held on to him, struggling to stay upright. Breathing is becoming difficult as he pays attention to my mark. Suddenly, I was picked up and placed on his waist. I wrapped my arms around his back as he walks over to the bed, making me stand close to the edge. I watched as his lust-filled eyes roamed my body before his
I woke up to a wet tongue on my core. It was licking me from top to bottom, devouring me. Before I knew it, I felt his tip on my entrance, and bam, he was inside me, carrying out his wicked ways on my body. He kept on pistoning into me with calculated movement, stimulating my nerve bundles, until we were both wiggling messes on the sheets. It continued throughout the night until the wee hours of the morning; I lost count. We experimented with different positions, my body was turned at a different angle, and I knew that day that I was flexible. We awoke fully in the afternoon with dried cum on our thighs. We were too spent to drag our bodies to the bathroom after that intense activity last night, so we slept off but now I was regretting the choice. Richard smiled as my eyes met his; his light brown eyes had been peeping into mine, observing me. "Good morning, love. How are you feeling?" I was about to reply when an unladylike yawn came out of me. He chuckled before bopping my nose a
I woke up feeling more refreshed and energized. Richard was snoring beside me, his arms loosely wrapped around me, his legs carelessly thrown over my body, and his messy hair all over the place. I was itching to run my hand through it. He looked so relaxed and peaceful in his sleep. Hot air escaped from his slightly opened mouth. Purple discoloration was littered all over his neck from where I had bit him. A shadow was forming on his jaw, and it was giving him an edgy look. Unable to resist, I reached out to smooth his eyebrows. I am jealous. How can his eyebrows be better than mine? His eyebrows were long and soft, well aligned, as if he had trimmed them. But he had reassured me that he didn't do any of that when I questioned him. I watched the soft lashes that framed his eyes. It was long and curled. He had a long, pointed nose that fit his small face. He shifted closer and I froze, my hand hanging in the air. "Have you finished gawking at me?" He suddenly whispered as he opened
We were going farther and farther away from the park until we finally got into human territory. I had turned on the radio, and we were listening to one of the pop songs that was playing, singing loudly to it.Hampshire really looks beautiful at night. The street lights have added their own kind of beauty to the view. The buildings and the people roaming freely were also a sight to enjoy.We stopped in front of a cave-like building, and he got down and rushed to my side, opening the door for me. "You shouldn't have done that. I can get my own door.""I know, baby. But today you are to be treated like a princess, so just allow me." He pecked me on my cheeks and held my hands to help me down.We went into the cave, and the exterior was out of this world! It wasn't that big. I don't think there were 10 tables there. Richard later told me they had other caves scattered at the back. They didn’t want to make it too big so that they could provide exclusivity. The cave was dimly lit, with cand
We froze as we heard the stern female voice coming from the stairs. Richard's mother was advancing towards us with quick steps until she finally got to where we were standing. "Mother, what are you doing here? I took Isabella out on a date. We also went to the beach, and we just came back." "Good evening, ma'am," I said as I bowed to show my respect. She looked at me from head to toe with disappointed eyes. It was written all over her face, she didn't approve of my dressing. In her eyes, I was the devil's spawn. She huffed as she removed her gaze and turned to Richard. "Why would you do that? You know, you have a busy day tomorrow. You should stop wasting your time on useless things." She said with a sneer. "Mother!" Richard's voice echoed in the dark corridor. "I was spending time with my mate, and not on some useless things. Isabella was also greeting you. The least you could do is acknowledge her." She didn't say anything, instead she looked away, not even remorseful "I told y
I dragged my weary body home, sighing as I dumped my body unceremoniously on the bed. I removed my shoes and tossed them around the room before massaging my sore feet with my hands.I was beyond stressed. My legs were shaking from standing too much. We had a lot of emergencies, so we were on call literally throughout the whole day. A lot of the referrals, in particular, came from the middle school.There was a case of two newly turned wolves who had lost control and fought till they broke their limbs. A warrior had also pushed himself too much and collapsed.Blue Crescent was a large pack, much bigger than my home pack, so we had a lot of cases. But Gamgam had been so nice. She had explained everything to me patiently, never getting angry no matter how many times I asked her questions.During the lunch break, we ate together with the other nurses. There, I get to hear firsthand about all that has been going on in the hospital. I was happy that I was able to make friends with some of t
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