"Mr. Bucknall, your breakfast is served." Constance said as she entered the lounge where Elliott sat and she almost missed a step. "Why on earth does he choose to work bare chested? Does he not realise the danger in that." She thought as he stood up and closed his laptop."Thank you Constance, you can leave." Elliott instructed as he passed by her. "Sir! I am sorry for the way I spoke yesterday. I did not want anything to go wrong when we visited." Constance said wringing her fingers. Elliott just looked at her and shook his head."Mr. Bucknall you are not saying anything." She hurried after him almost hitting his back as he walked on. She could smell the musky scent of his cologne. "I have absolutely nothing to say. You were right and I was wrong. They are your children not mine." Elliott said as he walked on. "I did not really mean to be rude. I was just..." Constance was cut off by his stern stare."You can take your leave Constance. When it is time to prepare lunch you can then co
"You are not really here for the food, are you? You are aware that even without your consent I make breakfast, lunch and dinner for you." Constance looked up at his face as she addressed him. The valet was quiet and she became uncomfortable. "Barnes, what is going on? Please does Mr. Bucknall want me out of the job?" She asked him, tired of his silence. "Not really! Master really likes your food and all. We are worried about you. You were not like the Constance we met the first evening, who was bold, fiery and talked like Mary. You speak to yourself." Barnes explained as Constance roughly chopped basil leaves."I speak to myself, how?" Constance asked as she took the pot to drain the pasta. The aroma of the tomato sauce she was cooking filled their nostrils as Barnes opened the lid. "When I saw you jogging around the chalet this morning at exactly eight fifteen, you were talking to yourself like you were insane or something. Also, you forget yourself easily. Look the tomato sauce is
I woke up to a throbbing headache, my arms and legs felt numb. I looked around and realized that I was in a dimly lit room, and the smell of damp earth filled my nostrils. I was terrified, I couldn't believe that my reality was hitting back to back at me. My poor little hut. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a group of werewolves barged into the room. They were large and menacing, their eyes were glowing in the dark. They circled around me, and I could hear them growling softly. I shuddered at their growling and the thought of being held captive by werewolves, struck me. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice trembling. One of them, a tall and muscular werewolf with silver fur, leaned closer and sniffed my hair. "We have a proposition for you, and not to hurt you, human. You have been chosen by our Lycan King, Alpha Liams Frederick, the dangerous lord of all packs." I gasped in horror as the full weight of the situation hit me, just at the complete mention of that name.
I couldn't discard the feeling of unease that had been gnawing at me since the Alpha's offer. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I couldn't accept it. I may have accepted the offer, but I couldn't become his breeder, couldn't be tied to him in any way. I'd rather take my chances with the rogues than subject myself to his authority. So I made up my mind. I was going to take a new turn from the pack. His pack. I packed a small bag with some clothes, my journal, and a few provisions. I knew they weren't much, but it was all I had. I waited until the middle of the night when everyone was far asleep and slung the bag over my shoulder. I was almost at the edge of the pack's territory when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around in terror, and to my greatest shock, it was Evans, the young werewolf I'd grown so close to all the while I needed help at my little hut. Now I'm homeless. "Dresh, where are you going?" he asked, concern etched on his face. "I'm leaving, Eva
I couldn't believe that I was really here, living among Lycans. I had heard stories about their society, but experiencing it firsthand was a whole different ball game for me. It sounded more like a joke to know that I was now living in the pack as Liams' breeder. The rules and customs of the werewolf society were completely foreign to me, and I felt like I was constantly walking on eggshells. As the days went on, I did my best to adapt. I spent my days assisting Annel, the new and only friend I had made here since my arrival, in her duties, and in my free time, I tried to learn as much as I could about the pack's traditions and cultures. However, it wasn't easy. There were so many unwritten rules and expectations that I struggled to keep up with each day. I was walking through the pack's headquarters when I saw a man walking towards me. He had a stern look on his face, and his eyes seemed to be analyzing every inch of me. I recognized him as Harvey Orlan, Liams' beta. I had heard s
It was evening and I was seated with Annel in the kitchen, preparing dinner. I sat across from Annel at our usual spot in the kitchen, trying to focus on the task at hand, but my thoughts kept drifting away. Annel noticed my distraction and gave me a concerned look. "You're thinking about him, aren't you?" she asked. I blushed, knowing that I couldn't hide anything from her, but I just wondered how she got to know about this. "I can't help it," I admitted. "I understand that he's the alpha, and he has a lot of power in this pack. But I can't deny the way I feel about him, especially each time he looks deeply into my eyes. I just hope that I can keep my feelings under check." Annel sighed and shook her head. "I understand how you feel, Dresh. It's normal that you're feeling that way. But you see, that isn't allowed here, and you might get killed for it after birthing his first pup as his breeder. See why you have to be very careful? Alpha Liams is not someone you can easily understa
As I prepared for the evening, I couldn't stop thinking about Alpha Liams and what he wanted to discuss with me. Part of me was excited, but the other part of me was scared of the unknown. "Are you okay, Dresh?" Annel asked as she helped me pick out an outfit for the evening. "I'm fine," I replied, trying to sound confident. Annel gave me a knowing look. "Don't worry too much. Just be yourself and everything will be fine." I nodded, grateful for her words of encouragement. I turned to look at her, "but Annel, what if it didn't turn out well as I planned? What if he decided to take it so rough and hard with me? Don't you think I might die having a Lycan King tearing into my hymen, my unbroken hymen? I think I might not survive this, Annel.." I tried to blink back the tears welling in my eyes, trying to act strong. Annel closed the gap between us completely. "Don't worry like I said, Dresh. Just go and meet him, let him do what he wants, and I promise you, you won't die. Okay?"
I woke up the next morning feeling a sense of contentment, but also a bit uneasy. I knew that my relationship with Alpha Liams was not going to be an easy one, especially with the breeding process looming over me. I decided to take a walk outside to clear my head and maybe even talk to Annel about what had happened between me and Liams last night. As I stepped out of my quarters, I saw Annel sitting outside, looking all lost in thought. "Hey," I greeted her as I walked closer, taking a seat next to her. "Hey, Dresh!" she replied, turning to face me. "How was last night with Alpha Liams? Did you two finally-" I blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed to talk about it. "It was amazing," I said, a small smile spreading across my lips. Annel grinned. "I knew it! I could see the way he looked at you. He's crazy about you, Dresh." I nodded, feeling grateful to have someone to confide in. "But it's not going to be easy," I said, my smile fading. "He didn't have sex with-" "What?! What did I