IvyI literally ran out, tears blurring my vision. My chest hurt, and I felt so sick that I needed to find a place to throw up. The truth about what happened to my mother, the fact that Asher knew and chose to hide it until he felt he could have the emotional capacity to console me…it was too much. Tonight I had reached my breaking point, and it was just not the pain in my chest, my entire body hurts, revolting against the haywire of emotions that tore through me.Ever since that night at the mating ground, Asher has said and done all he could have to hurt me. But I have silently endured it because I knew I had hurt him and if hurting me made him feel bett
For a brief moment, Eli went completely still. I felt the rise of his chest as he took a deep breath.“I wish things were different too, Ivy,” Eli murmured after a beat. “But they are not and you are my…Luna.”“I am your…friend too,” I said, inhaling his warm scent as sleep started to lull my brain.“I will try to make myself happy with that…” he said. “But now I need to let you go. Your scent…”“I know…” I said, slowly moving away. “I smell gross…” Eli grabbed my hand to steady me and I blinked as he gazed down at me, his eyes darkening.“No, it’s the opposite,” he hissed, his voice hoarse. “Your scent…it’s too strong and it’s…it’s doing things to me that it shouldn’t. I don’t know why you don’t have a mark on you…why I could feel it so strongl
IvyThe Palace Of Priestess looked like a beautiful painting out of a fairytale book. It actually looked like the castle from Cinderella, perched on the top of the mountain and surrounded by greenery and forest as far as I could see. Everything about the palace, the sheer beauty of it made it very clear that this was no ordinary place. This place screamed of magic.“The fuck is this place,” Cora hissed as we walked through the foyer and found ourselves in a palatial open place with a beautiful tree in the very middle and a sprawling carpeted staircase in front that lead to the upper level.“Welcome to the Palace Of Priestess,” Sabrina sm
AsherIvy hasn’t come out of Naya’s room in two days. I went to see her, but she refused to meet me and Naya almost kicked me out. I didn’t push because I deserved it. And it brought me some relief to know that she was at least talking to Rose and Cora, who by the way were equally pissed at not just me but at both Logan and Noah.“Cora is giving me hell,” Logan grimaced, scowling at the map sprawled on his desk. “Goddess she has a foul mouth when she is pissed. And her ultimate punishment for me is always no sex. It’s ridiculous.”“You have sex everyday?” Noah raised a brow. Logan threw him a look as if he was an idiot to even ask that.“Not everyday but most days of the week unless Theo decides to fuss,” he replied casually. “And stop judging Noah, we went through a long dry spell before and after Theo was born.”“I am not judging,” Noah muttered, his lips lifting though.“You guys don’t have sex frequen
IvyThe pain was unbearable.It started as a dull throb deep in my core, spreading slowly until it was everywhere, like a wildfire raging under my skin. Each breath was labored, each heartbeat a reminder of the agonizing need surging through me. My body was aflame, the heat twisting through my veins like molten lava, scorching everything in its path. The worst part wasn’t just the pain. It was the maddening hunger, the way my body screamed for something more, something primal.Every nerve felt like it was on edge, screaming for release. The heat that burned through me was thick, dark, and relentless. My thoughts were fuzzy, clouded by the ache, by the need to be touched, to be claimed. It was the cruelest part of going into heat, this helpless craving that overwhelmed every part of me. I have been told of it but never experienced it before. And what was told to me, in no shape or form, came close to what I felt at the moment. My skin felt hypersensitive, each brush of fabric sending sh
IvyThe darkness wrapped around me as I sat up, my body heavy with exhaustion, but the pain—a dull, relentless throb—dragged me back to consciousness. The ache flared up sharply, a fresh wave of agony ripping through me as my eyes fluttered open. I groaned, doubling over, clutching my stomach as the fire inside me burned hotter, more intense.Where am I?The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls. Through the large windows, I could see the forest stretching out beneath the stormy sky, the rain still pouring in thick sheets. I was sprawled across a massive bed, the sheets soft against my heated skin. My clothes were damp, clinging to my overheated skin, making the sensation worse.My body ached, every muscle tense, the lingering burn of the heat coiling in my stomach. I groaned as the pain flared again, a wave of agony and need so strong it left me breathless. Another wave of pain rolled through me, and I cried out, my body curling in on itself as the hunger tore throu
IvyI stared out of the window as I stood on the beautiful balcony adjoining the vast bedroom. As far as my eyes could see, there were wide stretches of greenery all around and then the beautiful lake sprawling out in the midst of it all. This was another lake house the Grays owned apart from the one adjoining the pack. This one was a proper house rather than a wooden cabin and was beautiful and as close to nature and peace as you can get. Not that I have gotten the chance to get out of the bedroom.Never in my life have I ever imagined that you could experience sexual desire in a way that can consume your entire existence. But what I felt today, it was beyond explanation. I have heard about heat before, and seen a few females go through it. But to actually feel it, I was not sure if I would like to ever go through it again. But then again, the sex…it was more than anything I could have imagined. The point when
IvyI turned my head towards the kitchen and blinked to find my mate trying to whisk something, his biceps rippling in the process while something seared in the pan. It took me some time to adjust to the sight.Was he really cooking? As in…Asher Gray?“You are cooking?” I couldn’t help but exclaim, folding my arms across my chest. Asher stopped whisking and I squirmed inwardly at the way his eyes glazed over my body and my naked legs.“What’s with that tone,” he muttered, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “And nice choice of attire, Mrs. Gray,” I bit my lip, peeking over his shoulder to see what he was whisking so hard. It seemed like eggs.“It’s hard to imagine you in a kitchen actually cooking,” I murmured. He turned around and threw me a disdained look.“I know how to cook,” he grimaced. “Don’t judge a book by its cover, Ivyanka. You don’t know a lot about me yet.” This was true. It baffled me how