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~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
~Noah~ Speechless was the best word to describe how I felt when Winter wrapped her arms around me from the joy of the gift Sebastien and I had prepared for her and Summer. I didn't think it would have this effect on her, but it almost seemed as if I had handed her the world. Usually, Seb and I don't care about people's feelings and needs, but these women had come into our lives, and we were breaking our personal rules, like wrapping my arms around her when she hugged me. I don't do hugs, but I held on tightly. I could feel her joy, and as her tears stained my skin, I could only imagine what she and Summer went through. Where they came from, their fears, dreams, and aspirations. I could bet everything happening to them seemed too good to be true as if it was a dream they would soon wake from. I held her so she would know she wasn't alone and I was here for her in the best way possible. I carried her with her arms and legs around me into the building. She let go of me when we ent
~Winter~ Joy filled within me when Noah showed me the bakery he and Sebastien had gifted Summer and me. It was a beautiful establishment, a tangible manifestation of their kindness—a rare and genuine gesture that touched my heart. I could imagine the aroma of freshly baked goods and the inviting atmosphere it would create, a haven that whispered promises of sweet success. However, the harmonious notes of joy were soon replaced by the dissonant chords of apprehension when Noah dropped the bombshell about the upcoming engagement party we were to attend tonight. My initial excitement twisted into knots of fear as I considered the potential outcomes of the event. The option to decline felt like a non-option, and while I didn't want to appear cowardly, the prospect of facing Brandon and Lesley cast a shadow over the celebration. Brandon always sought alliances and an end to the embargo that lingered on his packs. The engagement party seemed like another opportunity for him to further hi