“I’ve heard a lot of nonsense out of some of you tonight,” Andy scolded the crowd. “But I can assure you that Amy’s mother was not a prostitute, nor did she trick me into mating with her.”Alex and Victor heard the commotion and came to my side. They listened intently to Andy’s story.“Deirdre was a laundry girl at my home and a kind, wonderful, hard-working person, just like her daughter,” Andy continued. His soft brown eyes, exactly like Amy’s, dared his family to stop him.“We were fated mates and deeply in love. But my family was determined to keep us apart because they thought the pretty Omega girl who washed our clothes wasn’t good enough to be a member of the great Archer family.”Amy stared wide-eyed at Andrew Archer, the man who claimed to be her father, as he spoke. She was too surprised to say anything.“You look like your mother, Amy,” Andy said. “Except you have my eyes. I’ll show you her photo sometime if you want to see it.”When Amy still didn’t speak, Mr. Gray stepped
“I can’t believe Justin’s parents apologized to me,” Amy said as we prepared for our graduation ceremony in a school bathroom.“From the angry look in Mrs. Brown’s eyes while they were walking over to us, I thought I was in trouble,” Amy giggled. Instead, she said, ‘For Justin’s sake, I’d like to start our relationship over.’”“I'm glad the Browns decided to listen to Alex and be nice to you.” I straightened my cap over my hair. “You didn’t need any stress from them at your birthday ball. Meeting your biological father was enough drama on top of your first shift.”“It’s weird. I don’t think of Andrew Archer as my father,” Amy told me as we pulled on our caps and gowns in a school bathroom. “I mean, I have his genes and everything, but Elliot Gray will always be my real father.”“Good. Mr. Gray has always been a wonderful father to you. But do you have any feelings for Andrew Archer?”Amy pulled on her graduation gown over her dress. “I need to get to know him, and we’ll see what happe
Frampton University was the third school Amy and I traveled to in the new blue Mercedes Alex gave her for graduation.I was now learning to drive, but I didn’t have my license yet. The green Mercedes Alex gave me was at the mansion, waiting for my next driving lesson.We were visiting universities that interested us to tour the campuses before submitting our applications and fees.As a wonderful surprise, Andrew Archer offered to pay Amy’s tuition and expenses at the college of her choice. The Archer family had signed over Archer Enterprises to him the day after the ball.“I hope we get accepted by the same college,” I said. “It would be great to go to the same school.”“As long as they have a good journalism program, I don't have a preference,” Amy said. She was going after her dream of being a reporter.“I still think you should go with journalism for your major,” she added. “You would make a terrific reporter, too. You’ve been in front of the cameras lots of times recently.”“I don
“Um, Daisy, he’s still behind us,” Amy said as we reached the city limits.“I know. Before you get to the light at Oak Street, make a quick right,” I said. “Don’t use your turn signal.” I had my phone in my hand, ready to call for help. The man following us couldn’t be a coincidence.Amy did as I asked, but the old pickup stayed with us.“Maybe we should call the police,” Amy suggested.“I doubt they can do anything yet,” I said. “The guy hasn’t done anything to us. We need to lose him.”I thought for a moment. “Pull into the Market Street strip mall, drive around the building, and leave by the back entrance.”“Good idea,” Amy agreed.She pulled into the strip mall and pretended to be looking for a parking space as we passed the drug store, the liquor store, a supermarket, and a hair salon.The pickup tried to hide from our view and didn’t see when Amy suddenly drove along the side of the hair salon and pulled onto an alley that led to North Front Street.She made a few more random tu
I helped a shaking Amy sit in a kitchen chair. She was pale, and her breathing was shallow and rapid.“Daisy, this is freaking me out,” she said. “Who would leave that photo and note in my mailbox? And is it true?”“I don’t know,” I said. “But we need to find out.”Whoever left them knows where Amy lives. I was worried about her, but I didn’t want to scare her even worse.“I’m calling the police,” Amy decided. She picked up her phone.“You should go downstairs and tell your dad before you call them,” I suggested. “It will scare him if he sees the police coming up here, and he doesn’t know anything about it.”“You’re right.” Amy gathered the photo and note from the table, and we went downstairs to find Mr. Gray.He was at the big stove preparing a sauce for a chicken dish that was the house special that evening.When he saw our faces, he took the pot off the burner and rushed over. “Amy, honey, what’s wrong?” he asked.Amy showed him the photo and the note.“They were in our mailbox?”
Victor's lust soared as I lay on the floor in the black lace bra and panties. He ran his hand over the lace covering my breasts, making my nipples stiffen.He unhooked the front of the bra and let the two halves fall open. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered before licking each hardened point.Then he rose to his knees, slid my panties down my legs, and tossed them aside.“You’re as gorgeous as I knew you would be, my love,” he said. “And worth waiting for.”Then his head lowered, and I could feel his warm breath on my belly.I thought I knew what he was going to do, and just the thought of it made my heart race.He proved me right by letting his lips trail kisses from my belly button to my Venus mound. It was too thrilling for me to speak or move.Then I felt his tongue touched my most intimate and sensitive area.My moans echoed throughout the room. It felt better than I could have imagined.Victor was encouraged by my intense reaction, and his tongue began moving in soft, feathery
A thin, white-haired woman waved the cane as she quivered with rage. “What are you doing here, Deirdre? Get out this instant and never return!”A striking brunette woman about Alex’s age hurried into the room and grabbed the cane. “Granny, that’s not Deirdre,” she said. “Come back to your rooms and have a nice cup of tea.”The elderly woman must be Martha Archer, the Luna of Lycan Square. She may be old and growing frail, but her personality hasn't improved at all with age.And she tried to hit Amy on the head with that heavy cane because she thought she was Deirdre. Talk about a clue!Thankfully, Diana sensed the attack and warned me. It was nice to have a guardian angel, even if they were a wolf.The brunette led Martha out of the room and returned a few moments later with a tea tray.“Daisy, Amy, I’m terribly sorry about that,” the brunette said. “Sometimes Granny escapes her nurse. Let’s sit down, have a cup of tea, and chat.”“I …I don’t know,” Amy stammered.“Please, Amy, it’s s
The car came barreling toward us, but instead of ramming us, it swerved around the side of my car and began to force me off the road.“Look out, Daisy!” Amy yelled when the car almost slammed into the side of my Mercedes. “Did you see that? It’s not a man driving that car. It’s a girl with red hair.”It was my first time dealing with an aggressive driver. I tried to stay calm and slowed my car while pulling far enough to the right that the silver car didn’t scrape the Mercedes.As the car passed only a few inches away from us, I looked up and saw a familiar face glaring at me from the driver's seat of the silver car.“The driver looks like the younger sister, the redhead, in the Archer’s family photo!” Amy cried. “It must be Andrew and Amelia’s younger sister, Amanda.”“Maybe she’s as crazy as her grandmother,” I said.No matter who it was, I had to get us out of the situation before we got hurt.I pulled off the road and stopped. As we watched the silver car speed away, I was shaking