"Just now, I was thinking about that boat in Santorini."She smiled. "Me too. C'mon!""Look, that will not work."Ava's eyebrows went up. "I'll punch you in the face if you say something stupid about women who drive. Arewolves or not?"He gave her a smile. "No, nothing like that. Westwood would knock me into my next life. I'm not stupid." Grayson gave a head shake. "You're beautiful, Ava. And you make me feel. But you already said no. I don't want to put any pressure on you.""You mean what?"He chose to be direct. "Get a hard on, Ava."“Oh!” Her face got red. "Well, I mean… just get on the damn broom.""If you're sure." He sat on the broomstick behind her, and in two words, it was exquisite torture.How long does it take to get to Aphelion? she asked, out of breath.It was good for his pride to know that she wasn't unaffected. He knew she wanted him, that she wanted a person like him."Just a short time." He reached around her to point to the hill in the distance. "From here, you can
His words were supposed to comfort her, but instead, she couldn't help but dwell on what he would be missing out on by being with a mate who couldn't fully embrace his true self, just like he deserved."What does that mean for you?" she asked."Let's not discuss this anymore, okay? We've had enough of it. All the darkness and fear will still be waiting for us when we return. Today, let's take a walk on the beach. Let's talk about things like we used to when we first met.""You were studying art," she recalled. She had thought he was perfect back then, and she was pleasantly surprised when he asked her out for coffee. Her stomach was filled with butterflies every time he looked at her.To be honest, she still felt that way."I still am. I'll always have the heart of an artist," he replied."And the soul of a wolf," she added."All creative individuals must have that, if they want to survive," he explained.Ava buried her toes deeper into the sand, feeling the water slowly inching its w
Instead of succumbing to panic and allowing the fear to consume her, Ava mustered the courage to face the situation head-on. She forced herself to gaze directly at the figure, determined to identify the intruder."How do you know it's not Peter?" Grayson asked, his voice laced with concern."If it were Peter, he would have attacked us while we were defenseless in our sleep," Ava replied, her tone resolute."Stay here. I'm going to swim closer and investigate," Grayson decided, ready to take action.Treading water, Ava had an epiphany. She realized that she had a choice. She could continue treading water, staying stagnant, or she could swim and make progress. Moving forward seemed better than remaining in a state of uncertainty."No way. I'm coming with you," Ava declared, determined not to be left behind.She anticipated Grayson's objections, but he didn't protest. Instead, he nodded in agreement, and together they swam towards the boat.Memories of their time on that boat flooded Ava
"Thanks, punkin," Ava said, petting the broom as it revved. "Hopefully, it takes us back to Aphelion."Grayson wrapped his arms around her waist, and she leaned back against his warmth.Before long, they spotted the massive mansion in the distance. It felt as if they hadn't moved at all, but rather time and space had folded around them."I still can't believe people actually live there," Ava marveled."People also work there. Our Research and Development for Redwood Industries is on site. Blake's mate used to be the VP of R&D and wanted to kill him," Grayson explained."Seems like being a Redwood attracts such attention," she chuckled.The broom descended slowly, and as they got closer to the ground, the mansion appeared even more imposing. It seemed like a beast ready to swallow them whole.Mrs. Westwood, with her grandmotherly appearance, awaited their arrival. Her face reflected patient understanding, as if she knew the lessons she had sent them to learn and was now ready to offer
Ava mustered her strength and reluctantly pulled away from his comforting embrace. She knew she had to get ready for the slumber party happening in her room. There was no time to settle in. She searched for her clothes and found them neatly folded and clean."You can take the t-shirt if you want. It might help you sleep," he suggested."A t-shirt to aid sleep?" Ava questioned, her lips curling into a smile. The idea seemed peculiar yet oddly enticing."It carries my scent, a sense of safety. Maybe your mind doesn't recognize it yet, but your body does. That's why you slept so soundly this afternoon."Ava's desire to take the shirt grew stronger. She hesitated, realizing the implications it held. It was more than just accepting his shirt or seeking his protection. It signified a deeper connection, an acknowledgment that she belonged to him. The thought didn't feel as daunting in the aftermath of their peaceful slumber. And if being close to him brought her such joy, she couldn't help b
As the door to her chamber swung open, the scene that unfolded before her eyes both exceeded and fell short of Lenore's expectations.Lenore was nestled in a seated position, legs folded neatly like a pretzel, a phrase Noah often used. Her attire consisted of loose-fitting sweatpants and a whimsical Scottish pub t-shirt, proudly displaying the emblem of The Wolf and Lamb. The vibrant green hue of the shirt evoked a sense of Scotland within her. How curious it was that a color could evoke such vivid associations.Meanwhile, Randi, engrossed in the task of painting Lenore's nails, was far from a skilled hand. Frustration escaped her lips in a hushed muttering, expressing her self-doubt. "Oh, damn it," she grumbled. "I'm just not cut out for this."Lenore chuckled in response. "Keep trying," she encouraged.But then, another woman, situated on the floor, interjected with a determined tone. "Allow me to give it a try."Lenore hesitated, contemplating the offer. "No, I'll manage."The unfa
Maribella inquired, curiosity filling her eyes, "Is it true? About the forest and the demon wolf?"Lenore chuckled once again, confirming the rumors, "Yes, it's true. But I didn't accomplish it all on my own."Maribella's gaze intensified as she mentioned another intriguing rumor, "They say you're Luchtaine's mate."Lenore's expression turned contemplative as she responded, "That's what they say. However, I haven't seen him since I was seventeen.""Was he incredibly attractive?" Maribella sighed, seemingly captivated by the idea."He was utterly terrifying," Lenore responded with a snort. "Okay, fine, he was undeniably attractive. He was very, very attractive. But I've come to realize that any man I find myself attracted to is probably not good for me."Ava's mind wandered back to the mysterious man in the cloak. "Lenore, speaking of men who are bad news... Do you happen to know someone named Gabriel Harrison?"Maribella burst into laughter. "Of course she does. He used to be a hunter
Randi's shoulders drooped. "I'm scared, that's why. I mean, just look at me. Fiery-haired curvy women like me don't marry billionaires."Ava couldn't fathom how someone as powerful and self-assured as Randi could doubt herself. "Yes, they do. Especially stunning BBWs with vibrant red hair.""I hate when I doubt myself like this. Part of me still fears that if I celebrate and express gratitude for the blessings I have, someone might snatch them away from me.""Let's be real. It's not all sunshine and roses. I mean, now you have to handle two different monthly cycles," Maribella chimed in."Damn, you're right," Randi grimaced, displaying her displeasure."So, tell me more about this flower," Ava inquired."Oh, the infamous Redwood flower," Maribella snickered. "It only works on humans. I hoped that since I have fey ancestry, it might have an effect on me. You know, just for the fun of it. But nope, nothing happened.""It worked on me," Randi admitted. "I think that was the start of it a