Emily looked at her mom suspiciously before she decided it was nothing to worry about. With this, she left for work. When she reached work, she resumed her office and started her work. While doing this, someone barged in, it was Liam. His face was squeezed and he held a letter. Emily raised her head and looked at him as he stopped in front of her. “Are you okay?” she asked looking at him. He stretched the letter with him to her. Emily collected it, opening it while her eyes were fixed on him. When she saw the content, she was livid and knew the only reason Ryan would do such. She left her office and barged into his. He was busy working on some things on his laptop when she slammed the letter on his table in front of him. “Did you have to give him a sack letter?” she raised her brows defiantly. “Yes, but if you don't want me to relieve him of his job, maybe you should try to act more like a mate to me and not him,” he said without looking at her. “What do you mean?” she was con
“Okay... I will..” he said looking at her. He was already moving back about to go but paused and met her face which was filled with emotions as well. Although the two hearts were at war and confusion had taken place, their wolves were different. The duo wanted nothing but for their skin to be molded together. Their mate bond was stronger than the hatred or confusion that lay in their hearts. Ryan’s green eyes sparkled and dazzled with emotions, he walked closer to her while Emily pushed forward. Ryan gently raised his hand to her face and pushed her hair backward, he gummed his lips on hers, and the sweet taste of berry laid on his tongue. He took in her lower lips and savored the soft fruity taste that came from it. He fished his hand to her waist and slowly caress it to make her moan. He smiled when he heard her moan so he continued while she clasped her hand to the back of his neck. She played with the strands of his black bushy hair. Emily moaned into his mouth which made him
At the point she wanted nothing but to be with him. “Take me,” the words left her mouth without control and then Ryan smiled. “Good. I plan on putting a baby in you.” he smirkedIt’s a reckless, dangerous thought, but the idea of him trying against all odds to knock me up makes my stomach flutter in ways nothing else has. The confidence in his tone, the way such a dirty idea spills from his mouth like it’s nothing big… I’m a sucker for it, and I lean forward, kissing him.We stand this way, tongue against tongue, hands on each other, until he hefts me up off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist, and soon we’re moving through the rest room on office, to his personal bedroom.We collapse on the bed and Ryan’s weight presses down against me, pinning me there. Hugging him, I take control for only a moment, sucking on his tongue and dragging my fingers through his hair, fistfuls of rich brown locks in my grasp. It’s short, but it feels glorious, me taking the lead. Ryan pulls back,
“Good,” I whisper fiercely. “Ruin me, Ryan. I want you to.”“You’re clenching around me.” His voice has gone deeper yet. “You like this.”“Of course I do.” Ryan shifts his hand, his palm rubbing against my clit, and suddenly words are pouring from my lips. “I like you staking your claim on me.”“Is that what I’m doing?” He finally begins to move his hand, his searching fingers finding my G-stop and stroking it lightly.“Isn’t it?” I have to fight not to lift my hips, fight not to moan. “Staking your claim. Tarnishing me. Warning off everyone else.”“Emily.” He says my name like it’s a song he’s recently memorized. “Who said anything about warning off everyone else?” He nips my earlobe lightly. “What if I want to share? What if I pull your panties to the side and let whoever is interested come over here and f*** you against my chest?”My entire body clenches, but I’m too dazed to decide if it’s in protest or desire. “You’d do that?”He goes still for one endless moment. Then Hades curse
The moon looked dangerous, glaring over the forest in its brightest glint. Inside the Alpha mansion, the Luna was groaning in inexplicable pain, holding the sheet and crying in agony. The pack nurses ran up and down, getting medications and instruments to aid the delivery. No one understood the reason Luna was in pain until the triplets were born and then they had one placenta, one umbilical cord, and one sac. Strange, yes, the nurses opened their mouth in shock after seeing the babies. Aside from that, they came together holding each other’s hands, it was shocking. The nurses and doctors had never seen anything like that, not in the history of delivering women. Normally, when plural births share a placenta it can lead to high risk and several birth difficulties, and bad health for the children. However, after testing the children for days, it was discovered that they were hale and hearty even stronger than normal. Stronger than normal men, it was like each of them had the power of
Becca and Veronica had been living as rogues for two weeks now. They joined a troupe of other rogue women hence they moved in a group. Becca had just killed a lamb, the other women were washing the meat while she sat in front of her mother and was gently massaging her feet. While hunting, Veronica hurt her feet and now, it was swollen. Becca hands caressed her mother’s feet while she talked to the two women washing the lamb’s stomach. “Becca, you are very skilled, how did you catch this lamb within minutes of hunting.” One of the women, Kendra turned her head and looked at Becca who just smiled. She noticed that she was fast, she had impeccable strength and could do better than a normal wolf her age. Even during training, Becca was faster and better than most of the pack warriors. Becca knew it was one of the reasons her father called her abnormal, it was impossible for a eighteen years old wolf to be as strong as that. “Becca trained a lot, please don't ask her any questions tha
Becca Shrieked in the hands of Antonio as he took her to the back of the thick green grasses. Becca was relieved that her mother wouldn't see her lose her first time to a stranger. With a smirk, Antonio turned to her, a red mark came from the middle of his forehead and stopped on top of his nose and this made him look creepy. Becca had always been scared of men like him, the scars on their faces meant danger, wickedness, and terror. Why else would someone have such a mark on their face and still survive? And when they did survive, they turned into a soulless and heartless set of people. “Lie down, my dear,” Antonio smirked and then moved his hand to touch her hair but Becca moved backward, annoying Antonio and bringing out the monsters in him. He grabbed her suddenly with her red bright hair and slammed her to the floor. Becca’s back hit the floor hard, the dust on the floor fumed up as a result of the pressure and intensity with which her back slammed against the floor. Becca let
Opening her eyes, Becca felt that she was on the cold ground. She gently raised her head, and open her eyes only to find herself she saw in a dark room more like a dungeon. Remembering the previous event, she sat up hurriedly and looked around frantically looking for her mother, wanting to catch her scent but she got nothing. She rushed to the gate and then held it before shaking it viciously trying to get the attention of anyone. Right in front of her was a narrow way split in two ways. In the middle wall that led to the two-way was a wooden fire stick, which served as the only illumination in the dungeon. “Come out, you bastards!” Becca shouted, her fear lingering in her heart but she would show that to them. Also, She was more scared that her mother had been killed by the male wolves. Becca shouted, her voice hidden in the fit of echoes that bounced on the walls and dissipated in the air. “Cowards, why lock me in a gate!” Becca shouted in the air, tears already building in her