I turned the corner to find the open foyer with the beige spiral stairs. Golden lights mounted on the walls protected by zigzag semitransparent glass. It gave the walls an elegant glow with jagged slices of lights against the exposed brick wall.Annoyed, I stepped inside to leave through the front gate when suddenly, high heels clicked against the grey stone tiles stealing my attention, halting me in place. I waited for the woman to pass.Tall slender legs appeared from behind the wall. The lighting made her legs look like molten caramel. The navy silk dress slid behind as she stepped forward revealing her silky thighs. Her long hair waved around her perfectly semi moon ass. My gazed caressed up her hips to her luscious chest that were barely hidden by the scrap of clothing hanging of her creamy shoulders.My lower region tightened. It's been a while since someone evoked an arousal like that from me. Actually, no one had ever been able to evoke the fire I left inside. My eyes finally
Carrie's point of viewI woke to the light of dawn hitting my eyes, and I instantly recognized that I was lying on some velvet bedsheet and remembered what had happened.Madoka was still sleeping beside me, his breathing deep and even, and normally I would not have bothered him. Last night was so intense. And we did it all through the night. That was a new experience with Madoka, I was eager for more. What he had done to my body was amazing and helped satisfy that ache for a long time and what he had done was...interesting"Madoka?"I watched him as he moved slightly but not opening his eyes. I liked his dumbstruck reaction and his satisfaction more than anything else, and I especially liked the way he seemed so unusually relaxed afterwards. He always seemed so tense, but for once, it seemed like he had not a care in the world, and it had been me who had done that to him. I understand it. We were separated many times.I slept in his arms in just a t-shirt and panties. I was about to
Madoka had frozen in shock when I had informed him of the news that we were getting an addition to our little family. Once he recovered, he picked me up and spun me around in excitement.He managed to impregnate me without my heat, so I guess all those cringey informational videos and parental lectures they'd subjected us to in our teenage years had been valid.Telling Madoka I was pregnant again had been easy, because I had always been able to tell him everything since the moment we discovered we were mates.Spencer, on the other hand, I was worried about. He was five years old now, and he had been the sole centre of my adoration for as long as he'd existed. Meeting Nathan was the best thing I did and now I learned that I am pregnant after so long. But I was still nervous. Madoka probably wasn't expecting it either. His attitude was comforting, although it was a bit annoying how he always took everything in stride while I was busy being stressed out. It always took a lot to get him
“I really wanted to see Jace right now,” my best friend Megan said as we were waiting for her older brother, our soon-to-be Beta, to come and fetch us. We will be graduating today. That’s why we’re in our pack house. “Megan, Jace wanted to wait until his party to see you. This is his twentieth birthday, and he will know who his mate is,” I replied, trying to soothe her. “I called him this morning, and he plans to stay in his room until the party so he doesn’t come in contact with any she-wolves.” “I know, Carrie. I just feel it in my heart that he is my mate. I love him so much!” “I know you do. No matter what happens, I will be by your side,” I said, secretly rolling my eyes at her. Megan knew the possibility of her becoming Jace’s mate would be futile, but she didn’t consider it, no matter how many times I tried to reason with her. She should consider the fact that she might not be Jace’s mate. “Don’t worry, Carrie. We have been in love since freshman year. I think the Godd
“Dad!” I cried and ran towards my father. He probably knew that I was rejected, seeing he was waiting for me outside our house and worries were all over his face. “Carrie,” my Dad met me with his reassuring hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Dad, it hurts! It hurts a lot,” I said in between my sobs. I broke away from his comforting hug and gripped his medical uniform. “Dad, please take away my pain. You’re a doctor, right? Please, please take it away. I don’t want this. It’s too painful. I might go crazy, Dad. Please, I’m begging you, Dad,” I begged my Dad. He was the best doctor in the world, and everyone knew him. He can cure anyone, even with serious diseases. Maybe he can cure me, too. He was Damien Mikaeli, after all. “Dad, please!” I begged. Dad didn’t utter a word. He was just standing there, tears in his eyes. I knew pain from broken bonds was something a professional doctor couldn’t do anything about. I collapsed and sat down on the floor as I continued crying. The pain w
I decided to have a hot bath since I wanted to sleep. Mom said she’ll be with his Mate on a business trip. She insisted that someone should look after me. I told her I didn’t need one, but Mom was worried, so I accepted it. I spent a good half hour soaking in a bathtub before getting out. I grabbed the towel and wiped myself up before wearing a bathrobe. This kind of routine has been present since I started to live with Mom’s pack. It was kind of relaxing, and it gave me peace of mind for a bit. As I exited the bathroom, I was greeted by a man sitting on the couch. He was probably playing on his phone since he was focused on his little device. The worst part was, I didn’t even know him! “Who are you? What the hell are you doing here!?” The man looked at me and smiled. He has this Alpha vibe, and I thought he must be Frank’s son. Mom told me Frank retired from Alpha duties last year and that his son, Diesel, has taken over. I only saw him once; I was twelve years old. He was in
I took a couple of deep breaths to steel myself when someone rang the doorbell. Of course, I knew who it was. It’s Alpha Diesel who doesn’t know how to leave me alone. I couldn’t wallow in pain or pity myself because he would always come and try to talk to me. He was a goofy kind of a man. He always acted silly, and sometimes he would tell some jokes. For three months, I had endured the pain of rejection, begging him to let me go home to my mate and ask him to take me again instead of Megan. I opened the door slowly. “Hi,” he greeted I held the door open for him. I was still a wreck. My eyes are probably red and swollen, with dark circles underneath. “We need to talk,” he said. He walked past me and into the living room. Empty tissue boxes and a trash can were overflowing with used Kleenex. I forgot to clean it! “Sit down!” Diesel’s voice was hard. I blinked. This was not the man I had come to know. Where was his carefree and annoying voice? I sat on the sofa, watch
Diesel had been by my side since then. He had blown me away when he had first turned his attention to me. I mean when I first arrived here. I'd been twenty and rejected back then when I had finally been given a chance to find me and my wolf a mate. A second chance, mate, in fact. Moving on hadn't been that bad when a bulky guy was always by your side, trying to make you smile. "Everyone else who was single gradually found their other half and paired up, but as I got older, the wait had become harder and harder to take," Diesel said as we were having dinner at my place. Everyone knew in his pack that if he didn't find a mate by the time he hit your mid-twenties, it was unlikely that he ever would, and it got even more unlikely with each passing year. He said he wanted to give us a chance and that he wanted to be my mate. I'm not going to lie; he had been flattering me, and when he proposed a relationship since he was unlucky to find his mate, I'd been tempted. I held out for a m