AliceAs I walked towards the circle to join the pack, our guests, and friends. I couldn't help admiring the decor, the fairy lights and the most tempting smell of roasted meat. Katherine had outdone herself. The entire circle had been decorated with twinkle lights and colourful roses. There was soft music being played by a live band. It sounded old and enchanting. The guests were all smiling and joking. Lucian joined me soon, and I found myself in his arms. He smiled at me intensely, then kissed me. His tongue ran over my lips and I opened her mouth to let him taste her. My hands danced his shirt buttons, I wished I were back in our room."I wish the same, dear," he said, giving a sly smile."Maybe later," I winked at him."Mate!" A shout broke the magic, and we looked at the commotion.Eliza was clinging to Max, who looked dazed."I found my mate, hi, I am Eliza and I like you." She flushed while talking to Max."You like me? But you are so beautiful, you are way out of my league."
Six years later - Alice ********************** Emma and I were sitting outside in the garden watching our little ones tussle. We often visited each other. "How you keep up with the three of them, I'll never know. I'm having a hard enough time with Arya." She said. "It's difficult sometimes, but it's also fun," I said looking at my 6-year-old Aiden and 2 -year-old twins. Rose and Leo. It was a pleasant surprise when I discovered I was carrying twins, few years after we had Aiden. The kids looked up at us and yelped, they were cute little pups. Both Aiden and Rose had inherited Lucian's green eyes and dark hair. Leo was more like me with his hazel eyes and brown hair. Arya had caught Aiden by the ear while Rose and Leo tussled in the mud. "Aiden, sweetie, Mama's not going to come to your rescue every time the girls pick on you." I laughed. "I can't believe he lets her get away with that. He outweighs her by quite a bit." Emma said. "He is a little gentleman, he just plays along"
The loud beeping of my phone roused me from sleep. I shut the alarm and snuggled under the covers for a few more minutes. I usually take time to wake up, so I have set an early alarm. I finally dragged myself out of the bed and quickly got into my daily routine. I am an architect. At 24, I am one of the youngest employees of Barton & Tom, one of the leading construction firms in London.Grabbing my coffee, I walked onto the train. I always keep my headphones on because I can hear everything. I mean, literally, everything. I have extraordinary senses because I am not normal. I have extraordinary speed, agility, and strength. No, I am not some superhero; I am a werewolf. However, unlike most werewolves, I do not live in a pack. No, I am not a rogue wolf, either.I belong to one of the most powerful packs in North America, 'The Jade moon pack'. I am very much in touch with my older brother, the Alpha of the pack, Rick Anderson, and the pack Beta, Bobby. My father's beta, Thomas Jackson,
"Mark!" I cried out as I ran towards him. He was finally back from Germany, and I could not wait to get into his arms. He had told me not to receive him at the airport, but I could not help it. His blue eyes sparkled as he engulfed me in his muscular arms. At 61, he towered over my 54, slim body. "I missed you," I gushed as he kissed me on the cheeks. "Me too. So, how was your trip?" I asked as he picked up his bag, and we made it out of the airport."Boring and hectic. I wish dad stopped sending me on these trips." He grumbled. Mark is the heir to one of the biggest architecture firms. Hence, he was groomed to inherit it by his Lord of Something, father. He comes from an old family of barons. With his blue eyes, dark hair, and well-toned body, he is one of the most eligible bachelors in London. I do not know why he fell for me. When I asked him, he said he liked my gentleness and delicate features, which were quite ironic. I could rip him apart in minutes if I wanted to. Of cour
Aunt Flora is what one would refer to as eccentric. Most keepers are eccentric. It is difficult being different. The ability to see and deal with the supernatural comes with some drawbacks. One of them being loneliness. Aunt Flora has a phantom lover, that is what she claims. I have never seen him, though. Werewolves do not have the power to see ghosts, but she is very sweet, so I humoured her. Currently, she was shaking her head when I told her about Mark's proposal. "Your mate won't like it," she replied, shaking her head. Aunt Flora was 50, though she looked around 35. She was pretty with her short red hair and elegant dressing sense. She reminded me of Jack Kennedy. Though I think an aunt is prettier. "But, aunt, I don't want a mate," I tried to reason. "Nonsense, all wolves want their mate. It is known. Poor Mark, he will be so broken-hearted," she said with a gloomy face. "Why would Mark be heartbroken?" I asked, surprised. "He is not your mate. Once you find your mate, yo
Alice As we spluttered to the surface, those arms were still encircling me. It was then I looked into the most gorgeous pair of green eyes I had ever seen.Time stopped; my lungs had stopped breathing. Everything had stopped existing. I could not see or feel anything else besides this beautiful man standing in front of me. Not beautiful, that word would be too feminine. He was the embodiment of masculinity.His wet and messy brown hair fell over his forehead. He was taller than me by a foot and almost three times my width. He had a warrior's body, cut from years of training. He was shirtless and wet, which was driving my wolf crazy. He had the face that stopped you in your tracks; it was strong and defined, with a perfect jawline. "Mine! Mine! Mine!" my wolf screamed. And I was suddenly wet, not because of falling in the pool. I was wet down below. Those green eyes were glued to me, and I knew he felt the same. He knew I was his mate! "No, this can't be happening," I thought. The d
I woke up slowly and fought my way to consciousness as if trying to swim up from deep, dark waters. I was 9 again, there was smoke everywhere. People were running around trying to escape the fire, there were gunshots. I closed my ears, trying to shut out the chaos, someone grabbed my shoulders. It hurt.I looked up at the face of the man, but it was all blurry. Then I was running again, I hid under a table and shut my eyes and ears again."Do not be scared, I will protect you......" Said a gentle voice. I turned and there was a boy, a few years older than me. He was hiding along with me while the smoke billowed around us.I woke up sweating from my nightmare, breathing hard. I checked my watch, it was still early.Five am to be precise. Most of the juveniles and younger wolves would have already started their training. But I was on a vacation. I could catch a few more hours of sleep. Though I could not sleep anymore.I lay in my bed and replied to a few emails,
When I decided to visit the club, which was ironically called 'The Lycans', I dressed for the part.Emma had said this could be my impromptu bachelorette party, and we had a good laugh about it. We drove to the city along with Emma and another theta girl, Melanie.Bobby being all possessive mate had insisted on accompanying us, but we wanted a girl's night out. We were in the human part of the town where the presence of wolves was nil, and we could handle human males easily.Once in London, I was about to be mugged while returning late. All I needed were my claws. The look of terror on that prospective mugger's face was priceless. Harming a human is banned since we live in secrecy, we are not supposed to reveal ourselves. However, we can do so in self-defence and emergencies.I had decided to be a little risqué -I wore a black tank top that was meshed and a short red plaid skirt. Not too short, I preferred not to feel self-conscious or attract unwanted attentio