Ophelia's POVJessica brought my breakfast the next morning at one o'clock in the afternoon. I had slept in after the events of the previous evening and had been utterly exhausted. When I finally woke up, I felt much better and was famished. I gratefully accepted the heaping platter of bacon, scrambled eggs, toast and coffee with a grin. The heavenly aroma of freshly cooked bacon made my stomach growl loudly, and we both laughed upon hearing it. "That's wonderful that you have a good appetite," Jessica said with a smile. "It's a sign of health, and it seems that yours has dramatically improved over the past few weeks." It was true. I had never felt more relaxed and happy in my entire life. I dug into my eggs with a delighted sigh, thinking how even the food here was so much better than anything I had ever experienced before. I wondered how I had gotten so lucky. And then there was Arthur. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but it seemed as if he might care for me. I had no id
Ophelia's POV To my utter dismay, it was Catherine who stood before me. It was as if I had somehow accidentally summoned her by thinking about her. The way one might conjure a demon from the depths of hell. Given what she was putting me through, it seemed an apt comparison. If that was the case, that I was somehow indirectly responsible for her presence, then I desperately wished I could take it back. There was no one on earth who I wanted to encounter less than Catherine. "Ophelia, I knew I would find you here," Catherine sneered, looking down at me in utter distaste as if I were a cockroach she happened to spy scurrying across her floor. "We need to talk." "That won't be necessary. I was just leaving," I assured her, grabbing my coat hastily and heading for the door. "I'm sure you and Taylor have many important things to discuss, and I have no desire to intrude." I also have no desire to see you, I thought, perhaps unkindly, but the woman was driving me insane. She even
Arthur’s POV"Good,” I said as I looked at the office door. “Let’s get this taken care of, then.”Opening the door, Alpha Romero sat at his desk, wearing a smiling face as he spoke to me.I glanced around the Alpha's office at the rest of the attendees. Sitting in front of and beside his desk was Romero's daughter Catherine and his beta. Initially, the talk was casual, pleasant even. “I’ve been thinking about taking up some cooking classes,” said Catherine to the Beta. “Oh, really? You’re a fine cook as it is,” the Beta remarked. “Well, I have more responsibilities ahead of me. I want to make sure I’m making my husband happy.”“True,” Romero responded. “You’ll pick it up easily. You’re a fast learner with whatever you’ve chosen to do.” Was Catherine pretending I wasn’t in the room? Obviously, she wanted me to hear just how “good of a wife” she was going to be. I mentally sighed in annoyance. “Arthur, you appreciate good food, don’t you?” Beta asked. Before I could
It occurred to me that my illness may be making me feel naughtier as I willfully pulled him closer to me.Despite the murkiness of my judgment, I had no choice but to throw caution to the wind. I gave into his bold kiss and pressed my soft lips to his. He cradled my head in his left hand as his mouth melded with mine. I whimpered as he petted me. Though I was losing myself in the moment, I held tightly onto the thought that I refused to be another man's plaything. It was imperative that I not risk disappointingly falling in love with Arthur simply because we'd crossed boundaries. Compromising wasn't an option.The life inside me was enough to keep me steadfast, I hoped. I'd have to refrain from allowing my heart to be completely swept up in my hopes for love and happiness. My pup was more important than trying to figure out my and Arthur's convoluted arrangement.Plus, I refused to cause problems for someone else in a relationship, no matter how much I didn't want it to happen. T
Ophelia’s POVArthur hadn't come to visit me in a long time. I couldn't help but wonder if he was preparing for his engagement to Catherine. It haunted me each day he wasn't here. I didn't want to mope, but I couldn't bring myself to put a smile on my face.As I imagined him making plans for a life with her, I felt empty. It wasn't like I was entertaining the thought of interjecting myself into his plans or anything disrespectful. I was just so confused. It wasn't any wonder that Jessica would notice.While I was shuffling down the hallway drooping my head in melancholy, I ran into her on her way up to visit me. Per usual, she had a heaping plate of food to share with me. When she saw me from afar, she flashed her warm smile but once she neared, her face fell."Hey, Ophelia. Are you okay?" she asked, touching my shoulder.At first, I shrugged at her, at a loss for words. She wrinkled her forehead, appearing sympathetic. My heart felt like it was cracking it hurt so much. Not
"Let's start sneaking around behind his back if he shows up," Kingston said with a tone of ambiguity. I forced myself not to reveal how shocked I was. As Kingston's suggestive proposal hung in the air, I couldn't stop shaking which was accompanied by the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach."Sneaking around behind his back? Please be careful about what you're saying," I retorted. "Whatever feud you have with Alpha Arthur is none of my concern. I'm merely an outsider who has never provoked anyone. Please don't make things difficult for me."Though I feigned indignation, my mind raced with apprehension, hoping Kingston would dismiss such a dreadful idea and above all... hoping Arthur wouldn't come. If he didn't then that would mean Kingston had to leave me alone from here on out. Not only that, but I didn't want to see his face when he saw me in the company of his evil stepbrother.My stomach rolled over and I was reminded of the feeling I experienced when Catherine had made me s
I turned around, caught off guard, and saw Arthur standing behind me. Widening my eyes in shock, I cowered under his towering form. Without a word, he snatched the glass from my hand and hurled it at Kingston across the table.Kingston, who was already sitting, seemed to have anticipated this move and swiftly lifted the tablecloth to shield himself from the splashing liquid. Each of Kingston's mates around the table jumped in surprise.Using the gingham tablecloth as his slingshot, Kingston's lightning-fast reflexes caused the tumbler to fly in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, that direction was mine. The glass sailed through the air, appearing in slow motion to me. I wasn't sure how, but I slid out of the way just in the nick of time. Ricky, who was at my left instinctively stood up, but before he could get out of the way, it smashed against his head, sending glass shards in all directions.Without thinking, I flung my arms up to protect my face. I felt a few slivers embed
Arthur touched my cheek gently, pulling strands of hair away from my face. He was close to my face, our bodies resting against each other. "I want you, Ophelia," he said. I gazed into his piercing eyes and could see love in them. "Don't leave me," I begged. His hands brushed over my bare skin and sent shivers through my body. "You are mine forever and I am forever yours," Arthur said. My heart was racing. I had been yearning to hear him say these words. Did he mean them? Before I could ask him, he slid closer, kissing me tenderly. I kissed him back, welcoming his mouth to me. Moving away from me, he caressed his fingertips on my full breasts. Delicately, he teased my nipples until they were erect. He fluttered his hands over my ribs, down the middle of my stomach, and then between my legs.I could feel his breath on me, just like the last time we were together. I'd never had this done to me, but I knew I didn't want him to stop. Holding his head, I twisted his hair in m