Thank you all for joining me here. I hope you've been enjoying the story. The narrative is about to gain momentum as we head to the north soon, and the other characters will become more prominent. I wanted to provide you with the backstory of Winter and Summer since this tale revolves around the Alberts. I regret to inform you that there won't be an update on Saturday due to falling behind in my schoolwork. I'll be dedicating tomorrow and Saturday to catching up. I appreciate your understanding and apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
Winter The day was truly chaotic, to be honest. All I craved was a sip of whiskey and a good night's sleep. One of the advantages of being in the orphanage was its premium liquor collection, which proved to be a soothing aid for my sleep. Yet, I couldn't shake the concern that my visits to the bottle might be becoming a bit too frequent. I'm mindful not to overindulge, just seeking enough to ease my nerves and find some solace in sleep. After all that unfolded today, I desperately needed some tranquillity. The conflicts with Mary and Joyce had stirred frustration within me. Despite entertaining thoughts of retaliation, I reminded myself of the promise I made to Summer – to keep my composure. So, I chose to adhere to that commitment. Believe me, it was an incredibly challenging situation. Witnessing Mary address the children in that manner and then dismissively telling me to mind my business was truly disheartening. Our arrangement with the Alphas didn't involve working alongsi
Winter Noah didn't appear offended by my question. If he harboured any emotions, he kept them well hidden. Dealing with people like him, who were challenging to read, presented its own set of difficulties. Silence, it seemed, was my safest course of action. "More whiskey?" he inquired, and a wave of shame washed over me. The concern lingered that he might assume I had a drinking problem. Despite my true inclination, I immediately shook my head in refusal. "I just want company," he mentioned, and I furrowed my brow, trying to decipher his intent. "You asked why I requested for you," he reminded me, and I nodded, feeling a bit foolish for forgetting my original question. Whether I should feel honoured or not, I couldn't quite decide. It seemed inconsequential. "Since you won't tell me what went on in Hayland, care to share what you want to do now?" he inquired, rising from his chair and heading to the bar to prepare drinks. I averted my gaze, avoiding the temptation to ask for more.
~Winter~ Noah wasn't playing; the glint in his eyes when he spoke of his intentions said it all. I would be a fool to deny the truth and say he was bluffing because I knew he wasn't. I looked at the direction Sebastien led Summer, and I fought the temptation to call Summer a traitor. The least she could have done for me was remain; maybe that would have made Noah choose his words carefully, but I doubted their presence would have deterred him, and I doubted Sebastien led Summer away to give us space. I believe he led her away because he had his intentions towards her. I remained still, unsure how to respond to Noah's words. He kept his eyes on me, and his look showed pure intent. Putting down the cutlery, he got up and approached me. The spoon in my hand began to shake, or better still, my hand shook with fear and anticipation. It was a weird mix, but here I was, oscillating between both, with each emotion bleeding into the other. What would he do to me? The thought alo
~Winter~ Alone in bed, I awoke with a jolt, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings of the alphas' duplex. Panic set in until the realisation dawned on me. I scanned the room, seeking Noah, but the space next to me was vacant and chilled, indicating he had either left hours ago or never occupied that bed. Glancing at the clock, which read five in the morning, memories of the previous night flooded my mind, and the consequences of my actions with Noah became painfully clear—I had made a regrettable mistake. "Great Winter. Way to go," I said, burying my face in my palm. Knowing somehow I had just complicated things for myself in Mountain. I didn't know how to read Noah's actions. Why didn't he sleep in his bed? Was it because of me? He didn't even fuck me properly. He just ate me out. Was he mad that I passed out? I didn't know what to think or how to feel, but I felt like I had done something wrong. Getting off the bed, I gathered my clothes and wore them quickly. I
~Winter~ Noah wasn't the kind of man who took no for an answer, and his persistent nature both intrigued and infuriated me. I couldn't deny that there was a magnetic pull in his determination, an energy that seemed to challenge me at every turn. As I sat there, engrossed in the file before me, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Noah would indeed make good on his threat. The temptation to push him over, to test the limits of his audacity, crept over me. Would he follow through on his promise to clear the table and take me right there in the office? It was a scenario that danced on the edge of my curiosity and apprehension. I wasn't one to back down from a challenge, but the venue was all wrong, and a nagging thought lingered in my mind – anyone could walk into the office at any moment, and Noah wouldn't bat an eye. In that moment, I made a decision. Respecting both myself and the professional environment around us, I carefully put down the file I was reviewing. The hushed click o
~Winter~ Our first stop was the jewellery stores. A bitter taste rose in my mouth as we entered the shopping avenue. Memories flooded back of the night we got caught, the very shop where Summer and I had attempted burglary. Shame coursed through me, a visceral reaction to my own past recklessness. Why had I thought robbing those stores was acceptable? Selfishness had clouded my judgment, and I hadn't considered the repercussions our actions would have on the store owners. Driving through the avenue, I felt a weight of guilt settle over me. I imagined the shopkeepers peering through their windows, recognising me, condemning my past misdeeds. The shame was palpable, and I couldn't escape the feeling that somehow, they could see me, that they knew exactly what I had done. “It's best you forget about it,” Noah's voice cut through my misery. “They don’t know you. They never saw your face. We had the footage erased and the matter buried,” he continued, surprising me. Why would Noah and S
~Summer~ Sebastien was telling the truth when he said Noah wasn't patient. Leaving Winter at his mercy in the dining room felt wrong, but I didn't think I had any choice. As much as I wanted to linger, something told me Noah would be good for her. She was stubborn, and he seemed like the no-nonsense type. A good match, I must say, and somehow, I wished Brandon had not ruined her before they met; maybe she would have been more open and less cautious, but it seemed Noah might just break through her defences. Honestly, I was afraid. Not just for Winter but for me, too. I still could not erase the event that unfolded at Winter's supposed wedding. The truth was Winter and I were nobodies, so it was okay for Brandon to walk all over her without consequence. Brandon wasn't as important as the Alberts in the grand scheme of things. If it was okay for Brandon to mess Winter up like that, what would happen to us when the Alberts decide they are done?Honestly, I was afraid, but I dared not
~Summer~ I woke up a moaning mess. I thought it was a dream initially. And I found myself grinding my hips against what was sending me off to the edge. It was warm and wet. The sensation was right, and its pace was expert. I thought, goddess, I must be in a pleasure haven until I heard his voice. "That it's, come for me," he said, and that was when I realised it wasn't a dream. As the recollection of where I was came over me, I came all over his face. I felt him dig his finger into my hips, holding me in place while I gripped onto the sheets, shamelessly grinding my pussy against his face. He stopped what he was doing and knelt between my legs. My eyes widened at the realisation of what he wanted to do. Was I ready to give it up? Wasn't it too soon? "Relax, Butterfly," he said, noticing my apprehension. "Just feed my eyes for now," he said, grabbing onto his shaft and rubbing his tip on my wetness, coating his cock with my juices. It was so erotic that my pussy clenched, and the id