Monica's POV"They're here?" I jumped at the shirt lying a feet away from me, hauling it over me, wiping the remnants of cum and spittle splattered around my chin. The rap came again, louder than the first. "Just a moment." Gustav answered, keeping his tone casual, as he pulled up his pants, buckling the belt. I ran my fingers over my hair, moving closer to the vent pouring down cool air. The air dried up the glitters of sweat on my face, y heart pounding beneath my chest."Keep your fucking heart beat calm," Gustav whispered with a furrow. "They'll know something is off, if your heart keeps grinding like a mill.""You know it's not easy," I mouthed, returning the furrow with a scowl of my own. "Wipe the sweat on your head quickly, and mind the mole on your nose before pointing at mine."He fished out the handkerchief in his back pocket, swiping at his forehead and neck hastily. He sauntered behind the desk, tampering with the well arranged files on the red oak. "Sit." He pointed at

Ludovic's POVMother, Iris, Amber, and now, father? What the hell is happening? Snuggled underneath the comforter in his bedroom, Klein, Iris and I waited on him, checking up on him for three consecutive days. Klein said some jargons my head was too full to contain, but some of the words I could make out seemed like he was hibernating... somehow.At night, I excused Klein to rest. He needed to catch up on sleep himself. We may be supernaturals, but like humans, we need our beauty sleep. Iris clung unto me like a climbing plant assaulting a fence. She stayed with me, all through the nights, bringing me food from the kitchen, and warmth with her hugs. I was grateful for her presence in my life, but not the food. It tasted bland on my tongue. Two spoons and few more, and I was full. "You should rest, My Lord." Klein patted me on the shoulder, "The pack needs their king." "My father needs me. He needs his son." I answered, my eyes on father's chest rising and falling beneath the sheet.

Monica's POV"If you keep venting around, you'll only end up working yourself up for no good. Zelta is working tirelessly with her league of scientists. When they find something, they'll tell us. Have faith in them. "Naked, I stepped out of the bed in his room to give him a back hug. He was naked too, ripped to the ass, formidable as an Alpha. I rested my head on his back, planting a kiss behind his shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his waist, drowning in the warmth of his baked muscles. The tip of my fingers glided over his sex, as mundane heat sizzled between my thighs.A while ago, Gustav had me hooked between his arms, rocking and riding me to the highest climax I never imagined. At some point, his tongue and fingers massacred my pussy, rubbing the bundle of sensitive nerve above the swollen folds. The feeling was inexplicably diabolical, whenever he ate me up, lapping and snagging hungrily at my pussy.Swimming in a sticky pool of my own orgasm, he topped the night with his kil

Monica's POVWe had a hot bath together and got downstairs in time for a quick breakfast. He chose a short skirt for me to wear, instead of the jean I initially planned to put on. He looked happy choosing my outfit. I accepted his choice with a quick peck on his cheek, wanting to please him. He hummed a tune all through the morning, flashing me gut-rippling smile that got me wet all over again.After the breakfast, we drove down to the lab in his Ferrari to see how Zelta and her league of scientist were doing. The sun stood above the cloudless sky, casting its full wrath on the earth. The busy street glowed from the intensity of the sun, reflecting on glass surfaces of houses and vehicles. The air condition in the sport car drowned the heat around us, shielding us from a direct hit. It was a ten mile drive from the mansion to the two-storey lab on the southern part of the pack. Gustav used the opportunity to put his fingers to work. His left hand was on the steering wheel, while his r

Ludovic's POVI stepped into my room to have a good time with Iris. A lot had happened since we got back from the dungeon. Mother's and Amber's funeral, as well as father losing consciousness for three whole days, had taken the time I was meant to spend with my mate. My wolf had been on a prowl, longing to be with his mate, and sink his mark into her shoulder. On my part, my crotch had a mind of its own- to massage the slick sweetness of Iris's vagina walls, thrashing in and out unashamedly. The pungent scent of her arousal has left my wolf and I intoxicated. The only right thing to do was to play my role as a responsible mate, and see to the utmost satisfaction of my mate's needs.But cracking the door open to see her tensed, with her eyes glowing and her claws drawn, I put a plug on my arousal, and moved to smoothen the strands of hair falling over her forehead. If she wanted to train, I'm certain she wouldn't pick the room as a suitable space. Something had happened before I got i