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We stayed with them for a while after we had eaten. We all gathered in the living room to watch TV while we waited for our food to digest. I wasn't really in a talking mood, so I stayed bundled up with Richard, sipping my drink while he talked with my dad. We were also trying to pass time. Betty had set a time for all of us to meet. They were so excited when I told them that Richard was around and insisted they see him. She also promised to bring her mate over so that I could get to know him. My dad had given us a car that we could use during our stay in the pack. So we drove back to the hotel to keep my bags and also change our clothes. Richard opted for a casual look because, according to him, he didn't want to appear too intimidating, so he was going to tone it down. He opted for jeans and a tee. I also opted for the same thing, so we could match. Because why not? We got into the car and started towards the eastern borders. We had planned to meet at a restaurant there. It was the
I was changing and there was no stopping it. I screamed as my bones broke, only to realign again. Brown fur spread on my hands, covering every part of my body. I was panting like I'd run a marathon, and sweat was dripping to the ground. I screamed as I became enveloped in fur, my screams now changing to growls. My paw landed on the soft earth, and I shook myself free as I came. It has been a while since I was in this skin. I looked up, and Richard was looking at me with pride evident in his eyes. He came closer to me and touched me, scratching my neck. I mewled and leaned into his touch as his soft hands ran over my fur. If it were possible, I would be on my back, with my tongue out in the air. "Welcome back, Kiayra. You did well today. I am proud of you." I beamed at the compliment, barking to show that it was appreciated. "Good girl." He said, before he moved away, and soon he was shifting. His shifting was as fluid as water, and before the man stood the black-grey beast. He cam
"Jessica!" Richard yelled at the figure that had been caught locking lips with another lady. "Richard? You are back. When did you get back?" She asked with a shaky high-pitched voice. "I just came back now, but that is not the important question. What are you doing here in the dark? And why is someone shoving their tongue down your throat, close to the stairs leading to my room?" He thundered, his voice increasing with each word. "No, Richard, I can explain. It isn't what you think." "And what can you explain, young lady? Is this what you do whenever I am not around. Shoving your tongue down every available Tom, Dick, and Molly, apparently." I was going to comment that she is a grown adult and can do whatever she wants to do. Besides, he isn't the right person to be complaining about it. He didnât exactly set a good example. But I decided to keep quiet. There's no need to provoke him any further than he already is. I will just watch how it unfolds and intervene when need be. "
"I would like to mate your sister." Audrey said, without preamble. "As you already know, we are mates and we are still yet to do the mating ceremony. I would also like you to grace the occasion." "No." Everyone looked at Richard with shocked faces and an agape mouth. "And what is your reason for refusal? We are mates; it is bound to happen." "I hardly know you, so I can't let my sister go out with a total stranger. I don't even know if she is a lesbian. I hope you aren't trying to force my sister into something she doesn't like." I looked at Richard in disbelief. What the hell is he even saying? "She is my mate, Richard. I have known for a while now." Jessi interjected, coming to stand in front of her mate. "And why didn't you think to tell me? Donât you think I deserve to know? I am your brother and the Alpha. I need to know what is going on with you." Jessica frowned. "This was the exact reason why I refused to tell you, because I knew you would act like this." "Don't g
I was with Richard in his office throughout the day; he had a lot of things to do, so I decided to stay and help. The pack was increasing rapidly, and the birth rate keeps increasing, considering the fact that werewolves have a high libido and rarely opt for contraceptives. Apparently, it hurts their egos to use it. Anyways, there was a need to expand some things; the construction of new houses was also ongoing, and I was currently taking note of the pack's defense and weapons. "Richard?" Ian's deep voice could be heard from outside. "You can come in; it is open." "Isabella!" A shrill scream that could only belong to one person was heard. Ava opened the door, ran inside to where I was, and crushed me in a hug. "How dare you just disappear from the face of the earth without telling me anything? Do you know how worried I was when I heard you leave? If you were finding it difficult, why didn't you tell me? I thought I was your friend." "I'm sorry, Ava; I had no plans of going away,
He looked better than when I last saw him. His bruises had healed, and his hair was growing back. It had now reached his eye. The room became awkward as they noticed he was staring at me. It wasn't an open secret that he liked me. I think he signaled them through the packlink because they started leaving save for him. We were now the only ones left in the place. I crossed my hands and faced him, waiting for him to break the ice. "Hi, it has been a while." "Indeed it has. How have you been?" "I have been fine. I have been trying to get to you for a while now, but I heard you have been away." "Yes, I went to visit my parents back at home. It has been a while now, and a change of environment is needed." "Yes, you are right. How was the trip?" He asked, now feeling relieved. "It was fine. I met with family and friends and had fun." I replied. "That is good to know. I must apologize for what took place a few weeks ago. I am sorry for everything." He said as he bowed his head. "No,
"What the hell was that?" I barked at Richard as they shut the door. "You promised to apologize." "I know, but I couldn't just bring myself to do that." My eyebrows shot up in an unimpressed look. "Really, is that the excuse you could come with?" "I tried; I actually did, but it was heavy on my tongue. I am an Alpha. I don't apologize, so it is difficult." I narrowed my eyes at his lame excuse. "You had better start learning how to apologize and find a way to fix this situation, or else you may end up losing your sister." He groaned, dragging his hands through his hair. "I will." I decided to let the matter rest. A day passed and Richard had yet to apologize to his sister; they weren't on speaking terms after what happened last time. And as they were both of the same blood, they were finding it hard to concede to each other. It went on for about two days before I decided to take the laws into my own hands and set them up. I got help from Ian and Ava. So as not to be suspicious,
Today is the day. After all that happened, today is the day I finally get to officially come back to work. It has been long overdue, after a series of different eventsâhorrible. But that was in the past; now I am finally resuming, and I couldn't be any happier. I was getting ready, trying to fit into my red dress. I really need to go shopping. I was humming a popular song that has been in the air lately while struggling with my clothes. The youths have been blasting it so much that it has stuck to my brain, and I can't seem to get it out of my mouth. Although I don't know the lyrics. I am horrible at learning song lyrics, so I just resort to humming. You can't go wrong with a hum. Richard was in the closet, picking out his outfit for the day. I heard a thump, and a curse followed. I shook my head; it was just a typical Monday. I trembled as I felt sparks on my waist as his huge arms wrapped around me, "What got you so excited like this? I would like to believe that I am the one that
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 toâsitting 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 headacheânow 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 namesakeâs 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