What do you think about the blossoming friendship between Harry and Isabella. Will it be trouble?
"And who is the beautiful lady beside you?" The mysterious woman asked, referring to me. She should be his grandma. They had similar facial structures. "Gamgam, meet Isabella. She just moved into the pack." Her eyes darted to me as he introduced me. Her way her jaw was set reminded me of when I met Harry. "And Isabella, meet my Gamgam." I stretched my hands to shake her, but she refuted it. Instead, she enveloped me in a tight grip. She may be small, but she sure is a force to reckon with. Her tiny frame squeezed me to death. I froze for a bit, clearly not expecting the sudden hug. But I soon melt into a hug, feeling safe in those arms. It reminded me of home, of my mom and her hugs. I leaned into it, pressing my nose into her neck as I inhaled her scent. She smelled of drugs and injections and of the hospital. But underneath all that, I could detect a hint of spice: rosemary, curry, and the likes. She finally parted from the hug after a few seconds, after Harry had to tap her to l
I was doomed! Behold my arch-enemy in flesh! Right next to me! ... I wonder what she will be thinking, seeing me with another man. This will just further cement her claims that I am a whore, thereby unsuitable for her son. And nothing I can say now will change her mind. "Luna Betty." I also bowed my head, showing my respect. I may have been physically present, but my mind was working on ways in which I would be able to get out of this mess. A bead of sweat rolled down from my face to the tile. I couldn’t tell if it was the heat or if it was due to nervousness. Or probably both. "Harry!" she replied in an overly cheerful manner, and I was quite certain she did it to spite me. "What brought you here?" "I came to visit Gamgam." "That is so sweet of you. I hope she is doing well. I should go and see her whenever I have the chance." She continued in that sickening voice. Okay, this woman is good. She got me to believe for a second that she was actually nice. "Meanwhile, this is my frie
We were fucked! The number of men at the door began to increase, the pheromones bringing them from every part of the house. And they were coming at us with speed. Jessica looked around, trying to think of a way we could get past them without getting mauled, but no ideas were coming to her. Her twin, on the other hand, was still holding me, but it was obvious he was struggling. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead like a second skin, his breathing becoming more labored. His nose began to flare occasionally, taking huge whiffs of the air. We had to do something fast or else I would get mauled right here. "Shit! What should we do? They are advancing fast on us. And Richard is still nowhere to be found!" Jessica complained, running her hands through her hair. I was afraid that by the time I was through with the heat, she wouldn’t have any hair left on her head. My hands grabbed at my clothes, threatening to tear them. They were suddenly becoming too heavy for me; they were rubbing my s
I pounced on the body close to me, rubbing myself on the person like a Cheshire cat. The scent of CITRUS was very strong in the room. It was Richard, and he has finally come. A smile formed on my lips at that thought. Finally, he was here. I moved closer to the source of heat, digging my nose into his neck and inhaling all of him. I took a deep breath as I inhaled that musky scent of his. I have missed this. The heat began to flare in her ugly head in response to her mate’s scent. I moved closer to Richard until I was so close to him that I could feel every contour of his body. I threw one of my legs over him while my fingers went under his clothes, running through his bare chest, smoothing the spare air that was there. I dragged my hands down, trailing a line from his chest down to his waist. I felt a thin material, he was clad in only his boxers. I ran my hands over the thin material, feeling something obstructing my hands. Curiosity got the better of me and I grabbed onto the obj
He growled lustfully as he pressed his lips to mine hungrily, devouring and ravaging me. Moaning softly, I held onto his hands, loving the feel of his powerful body against me. Our lips move urgently against each other before his tongue darts out, licking the bottom of my lips, trying to get me to open up. I failed to grasp the message quickly, and a growl of frustration filled the room before he bit down on my lips, drawing blood. I gasped in surprise as the metallic taste of the red liquid touched my tongue. I look up at Richard, a scolding at the tip of my tongue. His normal brown eyes had turned a bright gold, and he was staring at my lips like a starving man. If I didn't know, I would have thought he was a vampire. He took that chance to slip his tongue in, tasting me, and I tugged at his hair, making him groan in response. The heat was at its peak now. Lust filled the air as the scent of my arousal permeated everywhere. My body heats up in anticipation as wet juices drip down
Richard. Richard. Richard. Richard. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or saying what I wanted, but I woke up to find myself chanting Richard's name. I found Richard on me, straddling me, his large hands pinning mine down, probably trying to prevent me from doing something regrettable. I began to shake under him, struggling to escape his grasp. In my struggle, my eyes met the mirror on the wall, and I was shocked to see my reflection. I was unrecognizable. My eyes were bloodshot and my canines were all out, sharp, and pointy. I was completely naked under him. Then I remember that today was the second-to-last day of the heat, and that the last days of heat are usually the worst. "Shit! You are burning up." Richard exclaimed as he placed his hands on my head. He stretched out his hand toward the bedside table to retrieve the bowl of water, then started applying it to me with a towel. "We have to mate, Isabel. You are in pain, and I can't stand seeing you like this. Besides, it is boun
Shit! No one was supposed to come inside now. I was too ashamed to face anyone. I had thought I would be able to escape to my room. I looked around, the room, trying to come up with something. I wasn't ready to face Richard at all. In my blind panic, I stumbled on my toes as I rushed to hide inside his closet. I held my breath as I heard his feet stomp inside. "Isabelle?" He called out, his feet moving rapidly to where I was. "There is no need to hide from me, little mate. You seem to forget that your mate is an Alpha and he can already smell you." Damn him and his stupid werewolf genes. "I'm coming," I replied from inside, trying to busy myself with something so it wouldn't feel as if I was hiding from him. I smoothed the clothes I had on and arranged my hair. You can't hide here forever Bella; you have to face him. I know, Kiayra, I know. But why is she so wise? She is right, though. I can't continue hiding here. Garnering courage, I turned the door knob and came out, standin
We were so lost in our world, focusing on ourselves, that we didn't know that everyone was watching us, some with curiosity and others with confusion. The whole dinner was silent as everyone was watching your interactions with wary eyes, wondering what was happening. I glanced up to face the pack, but one particular set of eyes caught me. It was Harry. Shit! I forgot about him. I was yet to thank him for his help during my heat. I tried to signal him with my eyes that we would talk later, but he was looking at me like someone stole his puppy. Richard stilled when he noticed that everyone was looking at him, waiting for some sort of explanation. He took a sip of the water in front of him, pushed back his chair, and stood up. He extended his hands to me, and I took them, not knowing why he wanted me to take his hands. He pulled me to a standing position and cleared his throat. Now all eyes were on him, waiting for his next move. "I know you're all curious about this beautiful lady sta