Liam is a beta from the South. He survived an attack on his former pack, the harmony pack, and after being rescued and taken care of by the Rogue pack, he joined us. It's been three years and despite the challenges and pain that came with that decision, he has remained loyal to us. "It won't be so long anymore," I assure him, reaching to place a firm hand on his shoulder and together we step out of the room. Rachel and Ian stand outside the hotel which I lodge, looking set for today just like they promise and I nod at them before heading towards my car. The door to my Kia motor opens and Liam and I step into it. The driver drives us off immediately, already knowing the address, and Ian and Rachel's black Toyota car follow behind us. This is the first step in changing all our lives and we will do it together. The car comes to a stop before the massive tower belonging to Starling Heights company. The company ranks amongst the top five in the north-centr

My breath grows rigid and my hands become sweaty. The pull I felt towards Ken a while ago disappeared into thin air and my stomach tightens in a bad way. It feels almost as if Dane just caught me doing something I shouldn't and within a second, I become disoriented to the point Ken notices. "Is something wrong?" he asks, dragging my attention from Dane at the door back to him.  "Uh? No, nothing is wrong." I lie and despite knowing I did, he doesn't push for reasons.  My gaze race to look back behind him to where Dane stood a moment ago, and I don't find him there anymore.  This is one reason Dane scares me. I haven't seen him since our encounter at the library. I didn't expect to, not after I subtly told him I didn't want him around me. What he does to me whenever he is nearby contributed to my decision of keeping him as far away from me as possible.  "We should go in," I tell Ken, and he nods. From the look

He looks alluring as always in his black two-piece suit and trousers and a grey tie matching his grey eyes behind his glasses. His face has a clean-cut and a few locks of his hair fell over his face and it takes all effort to not reach for it and brush it off. I still feel like he’s avoiding me just like he did a few days ago, but now, unlike then, his expression and aura appear milder. His eyes meet mine and the intensity of his gaze holds mine hostage just like always and my whole body comes alive as if I’ve been a light bulb waiting to be lit up by him.I didn’t expect to see him at the ceremony. I should have, but I figured he would have much better things to do. Silly me.“Mr Vixon, I’m so glad you could make it.” Comes Mrs Adams cheerful acknowledgement, which pulled me out of my thought to see her stretching a hand to him for a formal shake.I look away and I notice Ken watching me from the cor

My heartbeat skips when the voice, which I know very well asks, and I pause in my steps and turn back around. This time I see Dane up the stair naked from the waist up.My breath becomes rigorous as my eyes scan him from the head down his broad shoulders, hard chest covered with a few golden dark hairs. His refined abs toned and his muscles rigid. I can't see him from so far away but I can tell there is a faint treasure line that starts from his navel, travelling to the centre of his narrow hips where the waistband of his joggers is. I notice both sides of his rib are covered with tattoos and looking back up, I see that his arms and shoulder also bears the dark inks that although I can't see the end, I assume it goes to his back.Since we crossed paths, I've always seen him in long sleeve shirts or suits and I never would have thought a man like him would have a thing for tattoos.Curiosity clouds my senses and I want to know why he's all inked up and also why h

I step into the garage where Aliyah had told me Ken was working on his motorbike. And I see him bent while loosening the plug of the bike, wearing a sky blue polo and black trousers. I submitted my resignation letter to the library last week and today is my last day there. The trial begins Monday and so I will need to place more focus on that, with hopes to do better. I have also submitted my signed Go Project agreement file back to the academy, and I knew nothing awaited me at home except sleep and a few chores, so I visited Ken. I tried to reach him and tell him about my plans to visit as I usually do, but he had tucked his phone somewhere far from him. After calling for the third time, I threw caution to the wind and came over instead, hoping he would be at home.Graduation was last week, and I got a few offers from various universities, and some even offered scholarship programs, but already being a part of the Go Project and guaranteed full scholarship cover