"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
"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
"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
"Barnes hope my dinner is served." Elliott asked as he came in. The house was filled with the rich scent of roast mutton and crisp bacon and his mouth watered. "Yes Sir. You can proceed to eat after changing into more appropriate wears." Barnes replied with a chuckle. "I know I am so excited, it’s not every day you come home to a well cooked meal. How did we ever survive without Constance by the way?" Elliott asked Barnes as they both walked to his room. "I don't know Sir. But I am grateful she's here. I don't have to depend on those boiled broccoli dinners." Barnes chatted happily."How is she? I mean mentally, Is she good?" Elliott turned to face him, his expression was serious. "I don't mean to gossip but she is not okay. She is always in the air, she talks to herself and she forgets herself a lot." Barnes answered solemnly. "Okay. Where is she?" Elliott asked as Barnes helped him change into a polo and jeans."In the chalet with her twins." Barnes said as he folded up the clothes
She groaned as he pulled her closer, and she pushed him off. "Why on earth are you doing this? For someone who does not regard? “She asked sarcastically. The look on his face made her gasp, she ran back. "I am sorry, I just needed to distract you. I wanted to get you to calm down." Elliott followed her as she left to the living room. "I would prefer you keep your hands and lips to yourself. Please don’t touch me. “She said as he motioned that they should be quiet.”I am not here to touch you. I am here to ask how you are, that is all. That kiss was a mistake. “Elliott replied as he sat down on the chair."It had better. As you can see we are fine and full. You can have your leave." She pointed to the door. Elliott smirked and shook his head. “What if I decide not to leave? I own everything here. You cannot chase me out." "Of course, you own all these. But Mr. Etiquette, you have not realized that there is something known as privacy. “Constance frowned as she stood akimbo."You seem to
"Well! Well! Well! I knew my boss knew talent when he sees one. Look at the ribs they look scrumptious. Just scrumptious!" Barnes exclaimed as he came in. Constance rolled her eyes and sat on the kitchen stool, everything ached in her. She kneaded for hours on end and some of the recipes called on full on manpower. She was surprised she made it out alive. "I am going to call in the Master..." Barnes was interrupted by a quick clap that scared the both of them. They both turned to face Elliott, who was dressed to the nines. Constance swallowed as she dragged her gaze over everything on him, it was like the tuxedo was molded on him. She caught his eyes and looked away as she saw disapproval. "For a married woman with children, you are quite the wayward one. But that is not the matter now. Barnes have a taste of the meals, I don't want my family poisoned." He said as he walked behind her. Constance drew a sharp breath as Barnes tasted each food murmuring his approval. "I am proud of yo
Constance got down from the car and looked around, everything here was palatial. The biggest hotel in the town with its teeming towers and bright lights. Elliott did not wait for her and she scurried after him."Mr. Elliott can you please wait?" but he moved on so fast. She almost missed the underground elevator as she ran in holding the paper bag, "You could have slowed your pace Mr. High and Mighty! You know I am shorter than you are." Constance looked at him, Elliott just ignored her and stayed as far as possible from her. "You are not saying anything at all? You are just quiet. Don't you have a tongue?" Elliott behaved like he was deaf. "Shut up!" A voice said from the speaker and she jumped looking around. The elevator opened suddenly as they stopped and a man dressed in complete butler's outfit stood at the door. "Err? Barnes this is the new chef." Elliott said as the man took his bag and her paper bag and eyed her, before smiling. "I assumed she was like your other temporary v
It was easy for anyone to notice that, the woman at the clearing desk for the supermarket was overworked and tired, her normal cheery smile and tone had vanished. For anyone around, the coffee brown skin, the cornrows, the braids, the scent of honey and herbs were a constant of Constance, no pun intended.Constance looked outside with forlorn eyes as she watched cars drive by, all headed to the new club. "God! I hate Marc! I hate him." She groaned as she rearranged the pile of sweets the seventh time. Her slim hands belied her weight and she disliked her obesity too, especially after she had her third child. She tried one of those TV exercise routines and she almost fainted, so she decided to go vegan. But she was failing terribly, because how would she make meals when this freaking store closes by midnight. She was lucky there was a shift. She looked around for customers, before popping one of the chocolate -covered coconut candy in her mouth."Delicious!" She sighed as she smacked h
CHAPTER 40A few months later, Carla's friend, Julie came to Baby shower dinner. Julie was taller than Carla and had a round face and thick brown hair, tied back from her face with a silver clip. She had long legs and wore her jeans rolled to her ankles and a blue T shirt tucked in at the top. She was such a pretty that anyone who saw her would want to have a good time with her. Trust men, they love beauties that drives them crazy, irresistibly. Turning to her left to beckon on her cousin, Ella, "oh... my.. world...!" Carla flinched, hopping out of her seat, running to meet her up as she screamed in excitement, abandoning every other thing she was doing at that time. "Is this you ..? It's really been a long... while ...!" Carla said as she hoppeed on Julie. "Yeah... it's been a long time now. How have you been?" Julie asked, spreading her arms for a warm and welcoming embrace with eyes flickering in excitement. "Come on over here babe, let me take you to my husband!" Carla said, pul
"Luca, what happened to you..? You look so different with little or no trace of identification of who you are back when I knew you! What the hell is going on here..?" Carla spat, almost holding her breath completely, with her eyes turning kind of pale like a dejected fellow, full of so much confusion and frustration, written all over her in return. Carla wasn't upset for lack of facts, or for having a single suspect to blame, but for the very moment when her connection was vulnerable. She's just a young girl, same as the previous lead of interest, yet she was sent in for a special assignment, something more complicated than usual. Yet the intense events she underwent, they made a lasting impression on this person, Lucas."Come on Carla, I'm good!" Lucas scoffed, as his eyes returned back into the usual shape."Hey! Hey! Hey! Lucas, do not go about catching fun with such stuff. It's not proper! Do you actually know that you got me so scared and worried..? Come on Lucas, you somehow ta