Love Across The Divide

If there was anything I despised more than the weekly pack meetings, it was having this sort of discussion with my dad as we are having now. But he didn't seem to notice my obvious discomfort and disinterest, as he talked on and on about the rival species in the city Sigh I watched him, trying to show him my mood which screamed 'bored' on my face, but no luck in getting him to see that I was no way interested in hearing about how evil the Lycans were. He was barely looking at my face, hands all waving as he placed round his huge room. When I heard from his Beta that he was calling me, I had thought that he wanted to at least wish me a happy birthday for once, not for me to sit one hour listening to this. "Dad," I called out finally, interrupting him before he could launch into a popular story of how the Lycans caused the death of my mother. He paused to stare at me. "You know this is ridiculous right? I mean, we are all almost the same species. Why the long feud?" I asked, an

I followed Jane inside a building, and we took the stairs to the second floor where she led me to a brightly colored huge sitting room.This does not look like a sitting room though, if my guess is right I'd bet that it is a meeting room for the pack. There were about ten white cushions arranged beautifully around the room, and a glass table. The moment I stepped into the room, the smell of Lycans hit my nose hard, and surprisingly it was not as bad as I thought it would be. Considering the way my dad described how horrible their stench was.“Take a seat and wait for me here.” Jane instructed and went outside leaving me alone to explore the room.This sitting room was very huge and beautiful, the yellow colors on the wall exuded warmth, a direct opposite of ours which was painted white with black furniture.The roof was beautifully decorated with tiny lights. Whoever was in charge of this design did a very good job, to be honest.A large frame over the fireplace drew my attention and

Blake’s POV“This is very ridiculous,” Sarah sputtered, face red with rage, and I can’t believe that you are actually supporting this to begin with.”Lock bared his teeth and she paled immediately.Sarah knew better than to snap at Lock. “C’mon Blake, you have to do something about this. She is a werewolf for God sake. You can’t be mates with a freaking wolf”Honestly the only thing I wanted to do right now was go lay down my head and rest or sleep. But obviously Sarah was having none of that. The idea of me having a werewolf mate seems to upset her more than it worries me, the victim.I do understand her perfectly. This is a very unusual turn of events. We are Lycans. We don’t talk with werewolves, talk more become mates with them.Then how the fuck did this werewolf…. a breath takingly beautiful one at that…. waltz into our corner, looking so fucking helpless and calling out to me soul?What trick was the mother goddess trying to play on me right now?“I will think about this later,

“Come on, open up wider,” My heart was beating very fast, increasing with each passing second, with every touch of the man standing very naked before me.I did as he asked. Really how could I not? I was on fire.Every inch of my skin was burning up right under his touch.With a little gasp, I opened my legs a little bit wider, anticipating, oh Good Lord, anticipating his touch.His finger trailed very slowly down my stomach to my waist and I held my breath, feeling like I could explode any moment from now.“You are so hot…” He whispered into my ear and bit my earlobe.That feels good. I thought with a moan. Everything he does feels good.At this point I was already past reasoning.All I could think about was this fire that I needed him to quench so badly.I could feel wetness gathering between my legs rapidly and he had not really touched me yet.Damn….“You like this huh? You are enjoying it aren’t you? “Did he need to ask? I wanted to scream that he should just touch me. Stop th

LOLA’S POVDamn it.I stormed into my room, my heart racing, anger burning in me. I slammed the door shut behind me, relishing the loud thud it made as it hit the frame. I couldn't believe it. How could he?How could he disrespect my mother this way?It was not fair; no, it was not.How could he just give Yvonne what was rightfully my mother’s?And this would mean a lot of things.The leadership would not be my family’s anymore.My maternal grandmother was the Luna, and so was my mother. The next should be mine. Marrying Yvonne could mean that the leadership would be shifted to merchildren not mine.Not that I really cared about being the Luna of the pack…I did not. But that does not mean I'll comfortably let my legacy and right be stripped away from me like that.I clutched the plate of bread tightly in my hand, my knuckles turning white with the force of my grip. How could he do this to me? How could he so callously betray my mother's memory like this?I paced back and forth, my