Adrian M. KnoxShe would leave him?Yes, that was part of the agreement, but…not this soon. She was not permitted to leave him this soon.He wished to utter that, but again, her fingers flew to her mouth.What was it that terrified his precious pufferfish?He'd never seen her this anxious before, and were he in a better mood, he would have prodded, but he wasn't, and her 'divorce' threat was not helping.The car drew to a halt, and on their exit, a man took their coats.His hand took hers to prevent any more biting, and to his surprise, she held on to his hand.It was only when he entered the mansion that he understood her nerves.Unlike his mother's house, filled with warmth, life and imperfections. Her mother's house was the polar opposite.Everything was cold and efficient. The design was a designer's paradise with no family portraits, no out-of-place pictures, and no out-of-place soft furnishings like a lone bean bag or plush chair like in the palace. Everything was extravagant, f
No... No... God, no. The beat of my heart feels so painful that its loudness echoes in my ear; any second now, I will have a heart attack and be saved from this situation. Any…second now. Oh God... This is the worst! The sting on my thighs from the whip does not hurt as much as the mortification I feel. The look on his face as he examines my thighs, as he takes in the room and takes in Mother and the assortment of crops and whips by her side as if they were a BDSM collection, makes me want to disappear. Didn’t Mother lock the door? She always locks the door. Oh God, this is so embarrassing. “How long?” ‘How long’? What is that question supposed to mean? How long would I keep him waiting? —Not that long, it's just been five minutes, okay, perhaps a bit more than five minutes, but- is that really his question? My gaze turns to the floor; the door’s lock mechanism lays shattered as if he opened the door in rage. Huh…if he is that upset, then his question might lie in the sa
Ha...ha…The laugh that leaves my lips makes his grip tighten against me."Oh ...you don't like her despite how identical you are...? Seriously Alpha…”My laugh ceases to give my next words more emphasis.“You should have just taken the whip and gone to town on me-"His harsh tug on my hand as he drags me forcefully to the manor cuts off my next words."Let go....of me!"He doesn't.“Let go of me, Alpha!”My nails draw his blood as I try my best to peel his hands off me; yet again, he remains silent, and despite my making my limbs rigid to add resistance to his tug, he doesn’t stop; in fact, I may be the only one getting hurt by this.When a sensation eerily close to that of dislocation finds my limbs, the realisation of the pointlessness of my struggle finds me, so instead, I take in a deep breath and release a blood-curling scream that pierces the night and causes him to freeze in his tracks."You can't control me if you have something to lose...you need your image, right Alpha...?”
"Hey, Sydney. No, no...just something I need you to take care of.” The Alpha paused for a little while to let the sweet biker pour his disappointment over him for only calling when he needed something before getting down to the meat of the matter. “Yes. The bastard Clive Manor that my wife hails. Yes.” Again, he paused so the biker could confirm if he meant ‘Birthday girl’. “Yes, she. I want you to burn it." After a quick ‘aye’, a beeping sound followed. The call was quick; no one challenged him nor questioned his decision, so his toss of the phone to his bed was more of a finality, yet as much as he would love a shower and to believe that that was the end of it, his hands found his hair and a sigh escaped his lungs. It took a second for the watermelon clutching his shirt from the crimson stain on his wrist to remind him of the anger coursing through his veins. How dare she? And if that were not bad enough, Ruby wished to crawl back. Another sigh found his lips. He was supp
Adrian M Knox"I am not lying to you, Ruby; I mean it. I mean the words, contrary to myself, I do care about you.""You are not lying?”She asked with a sigh before repeating the words again.“You are not lying.”It did not feel like a question, so he said nothing.“You think those words make it better? Are they some sort of band-aid because, your timing aside, you would wear gloves to touch someone you care about? Does that make sense to you, or are you so enamoured that I am your exception? Oh God, if this is your ‘care’, I cannot imagine if you hated me. What next? Would you not permit yourself to breathe the same air as me? perhaps have me live in a separate manor or an apartment in town?""I'll admit my methods-""No, you will admit nothing. You will say nothing; you will keep whatever is going on buried deep inside like the rest of us and... I will pretend you didn't say anything at all.""You will pretend…Ruby, listen to me. This isn’t spontaneous or a mistake; I truly mean it.
Ruby M. Clive "Wh..what?"For a second, I swear my heart leaves me.She can’t have said-I can't be…“What?”I repeat because the words she spewed are not on the script; they are not words anyone should ever utter to me at this time."Yes, my tests are one hundred-""Shut up, shut- oh god. Why? Why is everyone playing tricks on me? am I- am I wearing a sign on my back that says ‘kick me’ or ‘tell me a practical joke’?”Her lips part slightly before sealing once more.“No, no, I’m not- I would know if I were pregnant.”“Well, that’s not necessarily true if you have never been pregnant before. I mean, what would you relate the symptoms to?”“You are not helping- oh god…oh, Elaine. Oh my god…oh my god, I can’t leave… no, no, you can't tell the Alpha about this."The news refuses to settle within me as each time my mind toys with the idea of my womb carrying life, a new question hits me.What about Elaine? Will we have to be connected now that her mate impregnated me? I cannot stand the
It's pudgy, it's terrifying, and it's soft and smells like butter, or is it toffee?"Baaabbaa"And it utters nonsense all the time.There is nothing dignified about the way the little gremlin eats pumpkin squash with its fat hands and then proceeds to spit it out immediately.Ew."How, uh, how old is he now?"I cannot recall the answer she gives; my question is aimed at politeness since the 'double date' has already been ruined by the little terrorist.The conversations between Alba and I remain flat, while the Alpha and Lycan hit it off enough to head to the gold course together on a dare.I almost wanted to insist that he take the baby with him, but Alba seemed okay caring for him...without her husband or my help—not that my help would be worth much."You okay?"She asks finally as she turns to face me instead of her little gremlin for the first time since the men left."Just fine, why?""Because the Lycan told me what was happening with your mother in the home you grew up in.""Chr
"Anything new?""No, the death threats aimed at the madam and summoning from her phone have completely been replaced by sweeter messages.""Ruby still hasn't realised or asked any of her maids if her line was switched?”"That's not something most confirm at a tumultuous time."His butler added.He gave the man a look as he poured two glasses of scotch from his office's liquor cabinet.To say he was thirsty would be an understatement; he hadn’t expected the Lycan to take their game so seriously or for his friendship with the Lycan to take off.All thanks to the queen’s interest in Ruby, yet again another success he could paste Ruby’s name on, but he was still not convinced she held the facilities to be a Luna.Or was it the other way around? Was she the one who didn’t want to be Luna but had found a way to make it seem as if the idea was his?She was crafty in that way."You are too good at making me nervous, David."He uttered to his butler, who smiled in response."Then I suppose I s