That chemistry was fascinating and terrifying all at the same time. Xenia leaned against the bakery door, trying to calm her heartbeat, but every time she closed her eyes, it was him she saw. His eyes when he stared at her, his lips when he talked, the way his hand touched hers, and the electricity. So much for keeping my heart rate down. Xenia opened her eyes and saw the twins, Dottie and Molly, looking at her with curious smiles. She hated it when they smiled at the same time. It was beyond creepy.
"What," Xenia asked, trying to hide the blush burning her cheeks. "Can't a girl have a moment?"
"This is a place of employment, Xenia, so…."
"No," they both said simultaneously, laughing.
Xenia rolled her eyes at them as they went back to work, with their creepy smiles still plastered on their faces. A woman with long auburn hair and dark green eyes entered the room, humming until she saw Xenia plastered to the door like paint. The woman's eyes widened, and she ran over, touching Xenia's forehead, feeling for her pulse, etc.
"Xenia, talk to me. What happened? Did someone at the bar go too far? Should I get a rolling pin or a knife?" Lottie bombarded Xenia with a million questions, but Xenia could only think of one thing. Mason. Lottie didn't like being ignored, so she did the only thing she could think of at that moment. She slapped Xenia across the face.
"Ow!" Xenia looked at Lottie with a surprised face while caressing her cheek. "What the hell, Lottie?!"
"What? You weren't talking. It scared me," Lottie said, crossing her arms as if to justify her action.
"Yeah? So does a slap to the face. Besides, you've lost the privilege of slapping me ever since you decided to abandon me."
Xenia wanted to change the subject. Lottie likes to pry and tells her mother everything. Though she won't admit it. So, it was best she kept this little encounter with Mason a secret. Handsome, smooth-talking Mason with his full lips, rugged grip on her arms, and his chest… There she goes, thinking about him again.
Lottie gasped, breaking Xenia out of her daydream. "You're…blushing," Lottie said, stepping back and giving Xenia the once-over.
"No, I'm not. This isn't about me, okay. This is about you leaving me to fend for myself in this god-forsaken shit hole," Xenia yelled while putting on her apron and returning to work. "I can't believe you're doing this to me. To us, Lottie."
Today was Lottie's last day at the Pie in the Sky, a little restaurant across the way. Getting jobs so close together felt like fate, wanting to keep them close to one another. Lottie was a fantastic chef, and Xenia was her guinea pig since they were kids. Now Lottie has found a new guinea pig named Spencer, who she is moving in with today. Whisked away to some stupid honeymoon with her mate. That's right, she has a mate, a freaking werewolf, and she's human.
"Xenia, you have to understand. I have no control over this. Besides, I've been trying to tell you for a few weeks now," Lottie said while following Xenia through the bakery.
Human and werewolf mating was normal in all of Asteria. Things started to change after the Century War, which ended only forty years ago, took countless lives and spilled enough blood to fill an ocean. Some towns that were once just humans or werewolves became inclusive. Though other fantastical creatures tend to stay exclusive, like the pixies, elves, dwarves, etc.
This all happened due to the birth of a child between Princess Lidia and her mate, Alpha Gerald, the son of the Alpha King. Afraid to lose his only heir, King Tannis agreed to sit down with Alpha King Dolfi to make a truce. I's was dotted, T's were crossed, and now they're here.
Only a few liked the idea of cohabiting, but her guess was that everyone was tired of fighting. Both sides were equally matched; even if the wolves possessed strength like no other, humans had the power of knowledge.
Some towns were fine with different species cohabiting peacefully side by side. Still, there wasn't a place as heavily populated with all species as Ornxville. By far, it was the best and worst place to live. It was situated closer to the Norwich kingdom, ruled under the Alpha King. The royal pack wasn't that far away from town, but Xenia had never been. She didn't have the time to since she constantly worked to save enough money for her own bakery.
It was their plan since they were kids hanging out at Lottie's grandmother's diner in their hometown, Glenville. She could make the most delicious desserts, and Lottie would cook gourmet meals. Werewolves loved to eat more than any species she knew of, and their appetite meant more money. At least, that's how they saw it.
Now, Xenia would be stuck there without her best friend as an apprentice to his royal pain-in-her-ass Serif. He owned the Piece of Heaven bakery while he was more like a piece of hell. He worked her like a dog, day and night, while he gallivanted back and forth to the pleasure house. She thought coming from there would put him in a good mood, but that was proven wrong every day.
"What is taking so long with the pies," Serif yelled from the front as the twins began moving the boxes towards his direction.
"I have to get back to work," Xenia said while trying to push Lottie out the back door. Serif didn't like it when Lottie was over. Partially because she eats the products and mainly because she turned him down many, many times.
"Wait," Lottie yelled, stopping me. "Why were you so flustered before?"
"She met a man, perhaps," Dolly asked with a devious smile, striding back into the kitchen.
"Yes," Molly chimed in, "a man that made her all hot and bothered. Just look at her. A hot mess."
Xenia glared at them. The twins were a nosy duo that got on her nerves daily. "I did not. Mind-"
"You did," Lottie exclaimed. "And it wasn't Cristobal. I know the look you get when you see him. This is different. This is lust." Lottie walked around Xenia, giving her the up and down.
"Stop that. Don't let these two get you all riled up." Xenia swatted Lottie away. "Shouldn't you both be loading up the carriage or sucking up to Serif?"
The twins snickered as they began boxing the rest of the treats. Xenia picked up some boxes and headed to Serif's carriage. She needed to get away from Lottie before she asked more questions.
Outside, it was busier than usual, which made sense. This entire week was the celebration of the end of the Century War. Both kingdoms throw huge parties, and shops compete to have their products on display at the royal palace. Xenia wanted to go, but Serif wanted her to watch over the shop and close it up. As if there would be people hanging around here and not at the festival. Lottie helped pick up some of the boxes.
"You haven't even asked me what's under the jacket," Lottie pouted after putting the boxes in the back of the carriage. Xenia was glad she switched topics.
"Well, I hope it's clothes," Xenia joked while picking up more boxes. Lottie started to take off her jacket when she was interrupted. The overwhelming smell of cologne invaded their noses, and they knew who was walking through the door. Lottie groaned out loud.
"I wouldn't mind getting a peek," Serif said when he entered through the front door.He wore one of his signature colorful, form-fitting two-piece suits with a low-cut neckline that showed off a lacy shirt underneath. Every little spot was either bedazzled with jewels or glitter. He looks as if someone threw glitter bombs all over him. Of course, his lips were glossed with multi-colored glitter, and his makeup was flawless. He leaned against the counter closer to Lottie.
"I've been told I have a great sense of fashion."
"Clearly, that person was blind," Lottie muttered.
Serif didn't look like he was leaving until Lottie revealed her new outfit. She reluctantly removed her jacket, and Xenia could see Serif's jaw drop. Lottie wore a thin green dress with a plunging neckline revealing her creamy-looking shoulders and long, delicate neck. Her auburn hair fell in soft waves down her back, and they moved as she sashayed across the room.
"Come on," she smiled at Xenia, ignoring Serif's reaction. "I know you want to rag on me about the new look."
Xenia rolled her eyes as she walked around her friend. Of course, Lottie looked great. She looks great in almost everything, but Xenia has never seen her dressed like this. Since they worked constantly, they were always covered in sauce, flour, and other miscellaneous substances.
"My, my, Carlotta. You are a vision," Serif said while taking her hand in his and giving it a kiss. He dramatically dropped to one knee, looking up at Lottie. "Marry me."Lottie pulled her hand away. "Serif! If he knew you just did that, Spencer would rip you to shreds."
"I'm not afraid of your pet wolf," Serif said nervously, pulling at his collar.Lottie put her hands on her hips. "Oh, really. Well, maybe I should tell him to come over then."
"Well, look at that," Serif said, looking down at his holographic communicator. "I think I will take my leave. Dottie, Molly. Let's go. The Royals wait for no one. Xenia, don't forget to lock up. Anything goes missing. That's your pay."
"I don't understand why I can't go with you and display some new pastries. It would make us stand out."
She's been trying to get Serif to display some of her pastries in the shop, but each time he tells her that she's not ready or the shop is going in a different direction. She's been working here for six years, and still, he hasn't taken one idea of hers.
"I like where the shop is standing now. Maybe next time," Serif said dismissively. "Besides, the twins have been here longer and have skills that suit my current needs."
Xenia internally groaned. She knew exactly what kind of 'skills' he was referring to. The twins couldn't bake to save their lives. They were 'aesthetically pleasing to the eye,' according to Serif. It's not like Xenia was terrible looking. Granted, she worked daily, so her attire was messy.
She wasn't tall, but 5'5 was a decent average for women. She was a bit on the thick side, but men tend to like something they can grab onto. At least, that was what her mother kept telling her. She had deep brown skin with a few imperfections. Her dark kinky hair was always pulled into a puffy ponytail, and she brushed it to maintain its softness. She thought herself pretty. So…
"Yes, we are well aware of the skills they possess," Lottie said.
"Good, then I don't have to explain. Girls!"
With the wave of his well-manicured hand, Serif boarded the horseless carriage with the twins following behind him. They turned to blow a kiss Xenia's way as the carriage pulled off while Lottie flipped them off. It looked funny since she was so dolled up. Lottie followed Xenia back into the shop.
"Don't worry, Xeni. I put a few boxes of your pastries in there, too," Lottie beamed. "Though seriously, you should just quit and come with me. Give us like six months, and we can have our own shop up and running. Put that asshole out of business."
Lottie had been dropping hints like this for weeks. Ever since she found her mate, she's been begging Xenia to move with her to her new pack, The Warfur Hunters. Xenia didn't know what to do but knew she didn't want to leave yet. Not without her mother.
"You know I can't leave my mother alone."
“Xenia Cadia Bakken!”
Xenia jumped at someone saying her full name. Few people knew it, meaning the shrill voice belonged to only one person. Xenia groaned.
What did I do now? Xenia asked herself.
Xenia's mother sauntered into the room with one of her latest victims, Xenia likes to call them, who was drooling behind her. She wore a black and red low-cut dress with a corset revealing her bare breasts like a prized meal. She wore a jeweled ruby necklace that complimented the dress, hanging low on her chest to help 'direct attention,' her mother would say. From the texture, Xenia could tell the dress was made from expensive silk, which was easy for her mother to get these days. After all, she was a highly respectable and much sought-after courtesan. "I can't believe you met a man and didn't tell me," she glared at me. "I prayed to the gods to send you someone better than Cristo-bore." Xenia rolled her eyes. First, her best friend and now her mother are against Cristobal. The guy was a literal angel…well, as much of an angel as anyone could be nowadays. "Mother, you're here early. I thought I was meeting you in two days," Xenia said, casually looking at the man behin
Xenia gripped her dagger, watching the werewolves approach them. She stopped in front of her father, who didn't seem worried at the moment. Still, she stood her ground. "Stay back," Xenia said with a shaky breath as the black werewolf looked at her sideways. Its golden eyes regarded her curiously. "Xeni, it's alright," her father said through labored breath. "They are our friends." The werewolf approached her father, who grabbed its fur to hoist himself up. The black werewolf shifted as her father covered her eyes, and the sounds of bones breaking filled the area. "Fredrick, that wound-" "I know, but I have to get her to safety. There are more out there." "Then we will help." Her father uncovered her eyes and hoisted her onto the back of one of the werewolves as he mounted the black werewolf. She held on to his hand. "Papa…" "Hold on tight, Xeni. It's going to be okay." She did as she was told but knew it was far from okay. Her father was paler than before, and his
Xenia's eyes went wide before she quickly recovered. Of course, her mother knew. Nothing gets past this lady. Xenia shook her head, ignoring her mother's question. "How can you ask me that after assaulting someone? Mother, you know you can't go on abusing every man that wants to fuck me," Xenia said while bagging all the chocolates her mother pointed to. "Hmph, it's not abuse, sweetie, if they like," she beamed. "I can teach you some things you know." Xenia shook her head and gave the bag of goodies to her mother. Lottie clapped her hands as she walked over, giving her mother a hug. "Miss Delilah, I'm not sure if I ever said this, but I think you're my spirit animal." My mother grinned at the compliment, flipping her hair to the side. "Oh, Lottie, you flatter me so." She gave Lottie a once-over. "Darling, what is this new look? I am loving this fabric. It feels like Faevian silk." Her mother walked around Lottie. "Who do I have to seduce to get one of these?" Lottie
Lottie threw her hands in the air, walking around in a circle before pointing at Xenia. "I can't believe you were going to keep this from me." "I'm sorry, Lottie. This is…new for me, okay. I've never felt like this around someone, especially a stranger and werewolf. You know how I feel about the latter." Xenia leaned her head against the counter with refrigerated goods, hoping the coolness would help with her inflamed cheeks. She had to get better control of this blushing. It was unbecoming to her. "I don't know, Lottie. I just met the guy. Now look at me. He keeps popping in my head even more than Cristobal. I don't think I've thought about someone as much as I have about Cristobal. It's quite...strange."Strange, yet the pit of her stomach was still filled with butterflies. Did he do something to me? She wondered as thoughts of how he caught her and held her for a few seconds played on a loop in her mind. Lottie slammed her hands against the counter, making Xenia jump up and
Mason threw the man he was holding at least twenty feet down the alleyway while the other man watched with his mouth wide open before looking at Mason. Mason ignored him and checked on Xenia, who shared the same expression he had of her earlier. "Stay back," he said to her, and she did just that. Xenia watched the bandit pull out a silver knife and grinned as if he had already won. Mason looked unamused, which made Xenia even more curious about him. She looked towards the street and knew she could quickly escape, but something was keeping her feet planted. The bandit circled Mason, waiting for the right moment to strike. It wasn't until Mason glanced over to Xenia that the bandit lunged at him with quick strikes. Each time trying to cut any part of Mason's flesh, knowing what silver does to werewolves. Mason easily dodged his attacks, impressed that the bandit could move with the amount of ale on his breath. Out of breath, the bandit's strikes were becoming sloppy, and now Mason
Xenia made it home in record time. Her heated moment with Mason set her soul aflame, especially between her legs. Is this the fire my mother was talking about? she wondered. Just thinking about it got her all hot and frustrated. She needed to get these thoughts of him out of her head and think only of Cristobal. Yes, sweet, charming, and human Cristobal. The person she's been waiting to see for the past three months. She loved their relationship and what it provided. No strings and no drama…well, maybe a bit of drama and a couple of strings. The one-bedroom cabin she rented with Lottie was small, but somehow, they managed to make it homey. The open floor plan gave them the perfect amount of room for Lottie to cook and Xenia to bake. The first few months took some getting used to the space, but they finally settled into their own little rhythm. Now it feels empty without her, Xenia thought. After light cleaning, she started on the food her lovely Lottie had already prepared. All s
"Hello, beautiful." The flowers lowered to display a pair of blue eyes, different from the almond browns Xenia half expected. "Cristobal?!" A breath of relief came from her mouth with a slight disappointment, but she smiled anyway. "Expecting someone else," he asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Should I be worried?" "Of course not," she laughed while trying to shake her nerves. "These are orange blossoms?" "Yes, I know I always bring red blossoms because they remind you of home, but once you told me your dad took you to Grovershire, you fell in love with orange blossoms," Cristobal said proudly. "See, I listen." Dammit, Xenia said to herself as she thought about Lottie's question. She forgot all about that trip but felt appreciated that he remembered. "These are beautiful, Cris. How did you even get these," she asked as she sniffed the bouquet before searching for a vase. "I have my ways. Besides, it's nothing but the best for you," Cristobal said while checking out what she wo
Everything moved in slow motion as Xenia tried to focus on the scene before her. One moment she felt pure ecstasy; the next, a giant ass werewolf crashed through her window, lunging straight toward Cristobal. Her first thought was Illipio since he didn't like Cristobal much, but this werewolf was too big, and the fur was pure black with a white patch and red eyes. Those eyes, she thought. They look familiar. She watched as Cristobal quickly evaded the werewolf and rolled out of the way into the hall. Cristobal's eyes went from the werewolf to her. His mouth was moving, but she couldn't register what he said. 'There was a werewolf in my room' was the only thing her mind kept replaying until it fully registered. She couldn't move for a moment until a piece of wood fell from her ceiling, breaking her out of her trance. "There's a werewolf in my room," Xenia yelled. She jumped into action and rolled across her bed away from the werewolf, whose attention was on Cristobal. She watche