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Today we are apart. Soon, you’ll be here with us. You don’t know that. Don’t give up on what we have. We haven’t given up on you. It might take years… I know. But I’ll rather spend years searching. You might never find me. I have hope. I know I will. Why? You are my soul… mate. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- AUTHOR'S NOTE: The Work contains mature and sensitive content including, but not limited to: vulgar language, sex, and violence. Please be infor
“Good morning, Ms. Dheros!” Mrs. Williams greeted, sarcasm lacing her voice as soon as Emma closed the door. All eyes were on Emma, and her rose-colored cheeks immediately betrayed her. For the third time that week, she was the center of attention on her first morning class. “Late again, are we?” said the professor. “Do see me after class.” “Yes, Ma’am,” Emma replied then went to her seat, which was at the back of the class, ignoring the looks that her classmates gave her. The professor continued her lecture of standards and other boring topics that had her almost snoozing. When class was over, Emma waited for everyone to leave before walking over to the professor’s desk, who was erasing the writings on the board, all of which already on Emma’s memory. “Have a seat, Ms. Dheros,” she said firmly. She turned an
Aidan uncrossed his legs, watching out the window with his chin resting on a fist as the plane landed. It was that time of the year again when he could finally come home and spend quality time with his family and for himself. After being all over the world for the rest of the year, he could get at least a week off to unwind and simultaneously check on their operations in person. He stood and dusted off invisible dirt from his coat. The flight attendant smiled at him, showing off perfect white teeth between dark red lips. Tall, slender, and the ever-attractive combination of blonde hair and blue eyes. And a good fuck. What was better to do within a fifteen-hour flight other than ease tension with a few glasses of vintage wine and a stunning, submissive woman. Aidan gave her a last look-over as she handed him a card, clipped between long well-manicured fingers. “Sheila,” he whispered, lo
“Tough day?” her supervisor asked as he leaned on one side of the office table. With her forehead resting on the smooth metal surface of the table, she tilted her head from side to side. Emma took a deep breath as she straightened her back. “I can do this,” she said as she opened her eyes to stare at the same problem on the computer screen that she had been trying to figure out for the last two hours. “Still don’t tally?” Tilting her head up at him, she watched him drink his usual instant coffee from an unusually large mug that was a little chipped at the handle, it could nick the skin. After working under him for about a week, she just assumed that he already knew how to hold it without getting a cut. The man had large dark circles under his eyes, thick framed glasses, and although he was wearing the proper dress code from head to foot, a
Aidan watched her disappear from sight, his mouth salivating from her fragrance as he fought to keep his beast in check. After decades of waiting, after having given up on waiting her out and finding her, she finally showed up in the least likely places in a form that wouldn’t make him look twice. He had always pictured her to be this beautiful woman, this goddess, who would captivate his eyes the moment he saw her - a stunning, feminine, sexy female who would grace his bed for forever – a perfect match for him, a match made in heaven. At the first confirmation of his beast, he denied it in his mind. She couldn’t possibly be the woman for him! And yet her scent excited his blood, stirred his beast awake and with it, a deep primal need to sink his canines into her soft tender flesh as he buried himself deep inside her. Let everyone know that she is his, mind, body, and soul. She is his … but of all the fishes
Aidan watched her leave the school building, exhaustion visible on her face. She looked like she hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep and wasn’t eating right. Her backpack seemed heavy, and as she waited with other students for the passing cars to clear the road before they could cross, she brought the back of her hand to her mouth to partially cover a yawn. She was twenty years of age, and yet she looked like she was already thirty. Slightly taller than most of the girls around her, and noticeably bigger, Emma stood out from the crowd. Aidan stared at her, scanning every bit of her for as much as he could behind the safety of the car’s tinted window. There was nothing special about her – not in the way she looked nor in the way she carried herself, which was severely lacking in energy. And the more he watched her, his confusion grew as to why Henry was invested in her to intend to mate with her. Henry seriously wa
Aidan ran to the alleyway and what he saw infuriated both his beast and him. A gang of four, all dressed in dirty baggy rags, of which two were blocking her way, and the other two were behind her, trapped his mate. One of them spoke, who he assumed was their leader. “Come on, girl … we can’t just let you past, now can we … boys?” The speaker and his gang laughed, and her reply was a squeak. “I don’t want any trouble,” said Emma. “Please … just let me pass.” “You hear that, boys?” the same person said. “She knows how to say please.” The putrid smell of the alleyway that was no different from the gangsters’ carried with it her lovely scent, which had a note of murkiness from the fear that oozed out of her pores. One of the men behind her dared touch her hair and she jerked her head to avoid him. They began to close in on her
Niquel sat on his leather office chair, overlooking the nightscape of the city, its lights like a carpet of stars reflecting the cloudy night sky. Its residents still wide awake, the never-ending stream of people that looked like a colony of ants from his vantage point, and perhaps they were – laboring all day and night to feed themselves until they reached the end of their short-lived lives. Sometimes he wondered if he would be doing the same had he not been granted more than a thousand times their lifespan – what he would do with his time, knowing full well that tomorrow or any second of today might be the last of him or those he cared about. He crossed his legs as he watched them all below, through a glass wall that reflected his lonely self, and the dim lights above him. It wasn’t always like this – just him and the city by the end of the day. He used to have a place he could return to, and she’d be there waiting for him and g
From the panel on the side, Niquel swiped over a card. The door opened with a mechanical whirr, signaling the captive that he had a visitor. There was but one chair in the room, and the cameras on all four corners were off. A tattoo of a dragon breathing fire from its open mouth decorated the captive’s entire upper half, leaving only patches of skin uninked. He huffed, mocking the visitor.“I suppose I must be honored to be graced by the presence of the Dragon King,” he greeted.Niquel draped his jacket over the only chair in the room after placing it nearer the man, who breathed heavily through his nose. “You should be,” he replied. “I’m on a tight schedule.”Scorch marks lined the floor from where the man was tied. No wonder they had a difficult time getting him to talk. His ton
The thick titanium infused doors opened before Niquel. Lights immediately turned on, illuminating an empty passage between the outside world and the highly guarded prison and torture facility. Cameras situated on the corners followed his every move – he paid them no heed, resisting the urge to burn them. He had never been fond of being watched of. For days, Niquel had been waiting for results, only to be disappointed every time the reports said the same thing – the captive continued to act mute. He ambled through the passage alone, his jacket creasing from his tight grip. Stains were unavoidable, hence why he preferred to have others extract information for him. The thought of what he was being forced to do irritated him more. He had to meet his wife and child tonight, and he was on a tight schedule as it was – at most, he had only an hour to make the captive talk.
“You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” she whispered as she curled her fingers against her chest. “That was Hunter, mate.” He reached out to touch her face, but she irked away from him in disgust. “Haven’t you learned your lesson yet?” “Please don’t touch me.” Her voice cracked, and more tears fell. “Listen to her,” Hunter pleaded. Haisek ignored him. He held her arm and she screamed. “Why are you still crying!” he demanded, annoyed to the fullest. He caught her arms again and pinned them down and placed his weight on her thighs, so she’d stop struggling. “Stop … please …” “Stop crying!” he shouted. Why wouldn’t she calm down. He wouldn’t take advantage of her and intentionally physically harm his mate without a justifiable reason. An act of weakness was beneath him. But it was
He could keep a serious relationship, couldn’t he? He used to sleep with numerous girls and took none of them seriously, but he could be loyal and caring and sensitive ... to his mate.“What’s wrong with me?” he questioned. He treated her like one of his past times, letting his ego answer for him. For fuck’s sake, he wanted her to stay with him and do things with her – whatever she wanted because all he could think of were of a sexual manner.“What was that!” Haisek roared. He emerged from the dark corners of his mind and showed himself, teeth bared. “Go after her.”Hunter tried to raise his wall. “I just gave her what she wanted,” he said weakly.“This isn’t what she wants.”“Well, shit, Haisek … I d
Just as he surmised, they arrived a quarter before ten. Hunter expected her to be in bed by then. He had to sleep alone in his own bed since the previous night because she decided to sleep on the couch, and he couldn’t have that. So he gave her a separate room. Unfortunately, the closest one available was on the opposite end of his. And unsurprisingly, as he tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, his wolf whispered a risky idea in his head. Late into the night, he secretly went into her room and kissed her goodnight. Only then was he able to rest in his own room. “Well, here’s to another night of sulking,” he muttered as they walked in. “What are you gonna do?” Aidan had a scowl on his face. Even his mate had been distancing herself from him, obviously unhappy about their situation. It didn’t help that his work was keeping him preoc
“She hang up on me,” said Hunter with a look of disbelief. “Of all my years … no one had ever done this to me!” He sent the rogue flying towards the ceiling. Another came for him right after, and he quickly reached out to break his windpipe, bringing him down on his knees. It was far from enough to calm him down at this moment. His fists went down on the rogue’s face as he shouted, “Why. Are. Humans. So. Fucking. High. Maintenance!” A hand stopped him from landing another punch on the rogue’s broken nose. He looked back and saw that it was Aidan, whose eyes were gleaming a deep dark red. The Alpha was simmering in anger, but he was being more patient than him by giving the girls some space, which was an unlikely trait. Was he actually guilty about the whole thing? They were in danger for fuck’s sake! If they left the mansion, they’d be stepping out of the barrier which had been keeping them alive for a week
Vanessa peeked from the door. “Hey,” she whispered, just in case the baby was asleep. Emma was folding the laundry, which she recognized as those that Niquel bought for her and for Gladdy. It was already past noon, but she was still wearing her pajamas, and the bed was a mess. She looked up from the cute pink onesie she was folding and offered a tired smile. Dark circles lined under her eyes and her lips were chappy from dehydration. Gladdy was on the floor, playing in her own pseudo jail of a playground. The child was already crawling, the giant teddy bears looking down on her. It was a wonder Emma hadn’t tried to escape until now. So far, there were no attempts at her life and Gladdy’s for a week, but the stress of being in this new environment where she wasn’t allowed anywhere near the door was beginning to physically show on her friend. A
Her thick lashes curled against her blushing skin as she sucked in a breath. Aidan dipped his head, warm breaths fanning her neck. She had the most intoxicating scent Aidan had ever encountered. It set her apart from all other women he had been with, and he had no intention of letting the Dragon King have his way with her. It was far too late to renege on his claim – he would make her his for good just as he must. Even if his pride wasn’t in complete agreement, his ego couldn’t take letting the overgrown lizard have what belonged to them since birth. A growl rumbled from his chest. Arke was please with her docile stillness. Surely the bond was doing wonders on her body simply from being this close to him. “Emma,” he murmured as his lips descended on her tender skin. Tingly sparks crept under his skin, fueling images in his mind that would serve to excite her. She gasped and grabbed his arms. His gums itched
He was a werewolf. They were given one mate for life and that was it. There had to be a reason why the Moon Goddess mated them together and he’d rather lose his rank than lose her then. Besides, he made a promise that he’d cherish his mate forever when he found her. Goddess, if his sister was still around, she’d be screaming his ear off because he actually thought about rejecting his mate.“Have a seat,” he said, motioning for her to sit opposite him.Emma glanced at Niquel before turning her back on him. “Leave,” she said quietly.See how that feels. What she did to him earlier was something only three women in his life were capable of, including her. Aidan met the dragon’s burning gaze. Such a shame that he had to be told the same – they were even.“Please … just go, Niq.”