Iris' POVI scrubbed my teeth with a scowl darkening my features, purging them of their foul smell. Gustav had kissed me with the stench oozing out of my mouth, and he had wronged me for hiding it from me.He was the perfect man with the perfect body, and the perfect hair. Although, he had not revealed when he'd pronounce me as his Luna of the pack, i never wanted to be caught unfresh. A perfect Alpha needed a perfect Luna- not a Luna with a shitty breath!I spat out the foam into the sink and flushed it down the drain with the turn of the faucet. I looked into the mirror above the vanity, angry at myself. He had said he loved me nonetheless, but I hate me for looking less of myself before him."You haven't heard enough from me, after I'm done here, I'm coming out to whip your funky ass with my hands." I spoke into the mirror above the vanity, frowning at my reflection.Is this love in action, or was he hiding the truth from me not to upset me? I couldn't tell which answer was more li
Iris' POV"What have I done?" I asked myself, staring into the empty space Gustav left behind.Getting to know the new Gustav had been a blessing for me. He had proven to be worthy of me in measures I least expected. But now, my stupidly had gotten in the way. I shouldn't have asked him anything about the war. Being on the losing side, memories of the war would knife throuhh him, and cause him sleepless nights. I thought I had the right to ask him anything including that, but I was a fool. Our worlds are still very much apart with little to celebrate together."You should have kept your shitty mouth shut." I scolded myself, climbing out of the bathtub. "It's none of your business. Keep to your lane, and focus on your own problems next time."I untied the towel around my hair, allowing the red strands fall freely around my shoulders. They were a bit tousled, needing the fine work of a comb. But something else is in worse shape, and I needed to take care of it before the iron got cold.
Iris POVHe led me to the edge of the bed and sat me beside him. His expression was bleak, somewhat rid of emotions. He took a deep breath through his mouth, and sat his crossed fingers between his laps. His legs trembled, as his muscles tensed. I had never seen him this vulnerable.I placed a hand on his shoulder, revealing my presence to the darkness clogging in his heart. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. I don't want to see you hurt remembering what you went through because of what happened."It was the first time I saw sorrow and fear laced over him like a second skin. This was an issue that was almost beyond his control. If he would let me, I'd stand by him as I promised. Other than the troubling visions I was having of Ludovic, I was cute with Gustav.I have to do something about the visions before Gustav found it out himself. I made up my mind to see Drogo as soon as possible. He was an intelligent man. He would have an explanation for what was messing with
Monica's POV."One glass of Martini for me, and one bottle of soda for the young lady with me." I placed an order, plopping my tired weight into the padded barstool behind the counter. Rhoda did the same, dropping her bag over the counter, wiping the sweat on her oily face with a handkerchief she got from my wardrobe. Tonight, she would shift- or die. Whatever the case may be, I needed to prepare both her and myself.What relief would it be to lay my hands on heavy chains and padlocks. Fuck! I should have left her behind.The emerald-eyed bartender flashed me a flirtatious smile, before turning to the shelf to fix our order. He was cute, no doubt- muscular, tall, golden hair, and all the sexual appeals in a man that turns the head of a girl to look again.But my heart belonged to another, and I was not in the mood to get laid so cheaply.I took a quick glance around the palor, scouting the faces of the few number of men and women clustered around tables. No face looked familiar to me,
Monica's POVHe led the way to his Chevy outside the bar, burning with compressed anger. I was angry too, and I needed to vent it on someone or something. I observed the sky, agitated at the sweeping clouds heralding the dark. Night was quickly taking over the day, as darkness crept in on us.I hopped into the front seat, looking ahead with a rigid face. Staring into his chiseled face would mean getting trapped by the mundane raptures in his alluring eyes; a kiss would be inevitable. The masculine scent from the interior of his Chevy welcomed me with confidence- another reason to desire him in bed. Rhoda sat at the back seat, with our bags sitting beside her. Her heavy eyes had gathered dark circles around them. She was not cut out for this kind of life, but she had proven to be strong so far. Let's see how far her strength can take her when her shift begins.Ben jingled the keys out of his jean pocket and slipped it into the ignition. Instead of starting the car, he angled towards m
Monica's POVRhoda pushed against the drivers seat, fighting the shift under loud breathes. Her body quaked tremendously, with sweat drenching her hair line. The moon was up and full now, torturing the poor girl with its harmless luminescence."Do something, Ben. Do something!" I yelled, tapping my feet against the floor of the truck.Ben darted about, his eyes dancing round the gridlock like a house mouse sniffing around for cheese. "Tighten your seat belt ladies, we're about to become certified criminals." Before I could secure myself with the seat belt, he reversed the truck, crashing into the head lamp of the Ford behind us. I placed one hand against the dashboard, saving my head from hitting it. He made a U turn on the spot, and screeched out of the traffic, assaulting the kerbs unto the sidewalk of a storey building."Hey! You just crashed my mom's car!" The affected driver behind us shouted at the top of his lungs, kicking the front tyre angrily."I didn't say you should kill u
Monica's POV."Are you Amber?" I asked the second time, taking a step forward.She shot the ground in front of me, cocked the gun, and aimed it at my head. "I'm not taking my chances. Stay there."There were many ways I could take her down. For the sake of God, she is human, and I, a werewolf. I'd always have the upper hand, no matter the badass skill she possessed."I asked you a question, pretty lady. Don't make me ask again. Who's asking?""I'm Monica Dwayne." That was enough introduction. I was always extra careful divulging salient information about myself to strangers. Spies are everywhere, even the walls have eyes and ears stapled on them."Good to know. What do you want from me and my nephew?""I'm not here for Ben." I stole a glance at Ben standing behind her, his tall profile evident in the darkness. "I've been everywhere looking for you.""What do you want from me?""It's Ludovic. He's in danger. He needs your help.""My baby boy!" Her voice wavered. She lowered the gun, co
Monica's POVThe aroma of brewed coffee clouded my senses. The kitchen was cozy enough to contain a simple nuclear family. An oval pine table sat at the end of the kitchen, with three padded chairs tucked out about it. A white table cloth of worsted material overlayed it, with a plastic bowl of fruits sitting right at its centre."For the upteenth time, aunt Amber, we weren't doing anything. The plate rolled out of my hand when I was setting the table." Ben scratched the back of his head.His ripped chest hung stout above his baked abs. The shirt that once covered his trunk now served as an overcoat for Rhoda, who couldn't take her eyes off his body. She sat quietly with her hands between her legs, looking timid and all.Young lovers."Rhoda?" Amber turned to Rhoda. "Did this man touch you in a funny way before we grown ups got in here?""Aunt!" Ben drawled, his eyes popping. "I'm five years above the legal age of minority. When will I be treated like a man for once in this house?Rho