Ashly takes the rose in her hand, gently touching the petals, and turns to walk away, but a gentle whisper stops her. "Ashly?" Adom? Why does he... This wasn't... Ashly has already made her decision. Alex pulled away from her. Why does he? Her throat feels tight with emotion when she turns to see Adom standing not two meters away, looking lost and embarrassed as if he misinterpreted the situation, one hand cradling his arm, the other barely extended to Ashly. He didn't do anything; it's ok, Adom; it's not your fault. He turned away to walk over to the chairs not to get away from Ashly and be with Ashly family in this moment. He turned away to walk over to the chairs to sit down, fully expecting Ashly to follow him. That was unexpected. Adom's face falls, cheeks burning red and hurt and shame filling his expression, the extended hand going away and reaching for himself, arms crossed, closed off, hugging himself, locked in. He turns away, like a kicked puppy, and Ashly can see he i
"Adom, hey. Why aren't you sleeping?" Monika said as she saw him walking towards her in the corridor. "I was going to check on Ashly; I know she is sad or crying for that Alpha." Adom said. Monika interrupted him by saying, "Will Ashly be okay in the future? She didn't say anything when I was in her room, just a second ago, and there was no" "Monika," Adom said, reaching out an arm to steady her. "It does not feel like a physical pain but more like a pain coming from deep within her; we never understand how she is feeling; her Alpha breaks their bond; we never understand her pain". Ashly heard them talking outside; she just hoped that they would leave her alone. "Ohhh, well, she didn't talk to us about all this; it's like she is thinking something," Monika said, while also telling him that she needs some time that didn't end very well. Adom was about to push past her to talk to Ashly, but she put a hand on his shoulder. "I think as much as you and I want to help Ashly right now,
There are many things Jasmine likes about Alex. For instance, she likes his beauty and the near-absolute power he can wield. She likes how he looks at her when he thinks she isn't paying attention—all adoration and raw hunger. She likes the idea of them passing through time ageless together, of being each other's safe guard against a descent into madness and loss—of caring too much for anyone. Most of all, she likes how well he knows her. How Alex can see through her deceptions and artfully toy with her Jasmine still likes to play coy, as if she hadn't already asked Alex a thousand times over for orgasms or offered herself up willingly. Jasmine never makes him beg—like he often did—but she respects Alex and even loves him in a way. Certainly not as much as he loves herself, and she revels in the disparity. She's always preferred to be loved over her lover. She has never been more beautiful than she is now—naked and standing before him. It didn't take long to learn that she could outw
Seth keeps looking towards his best friend; he really wants to punch him. "Why did you give into her then?" Alex inhaled silently, shaking. He knew he couldn't avoid that question. "I was always in love with Jasmine like crazy, but then Ashly and I. I had prayed that we would grow old with each other, and she gave me so many chances. and I always wasted all of them; I am so blind with my love for Jasmine." Alex paused. "When I met Ashly for the first time, I really thought... I hoped I had found the one who'd stay with me forever. That's why I try to stop this wedding. I tell her everything, but it doesn't work. After my breakup with Jasmine, I tried my way towards Ashly. But I am scared and think she will also leave me. So I play with her, and I always try to break her heart. I want to test her," Alex paused. "I," he continued. "I guess I screwed up. At the end, she leaves me, and I destroy all of my favorite people who love life." Seth thought the same, but all he could think of is
15 years later (after Ashly leaves everyone) Flashback:- Their soft giggles filled the night's calm, quiet air. "Alex!" Ashly reprimanded in a whisper, but it fell short due to the blissed-out smile on her lips: "Alex, stop it, you big goof." She swatted at Alex's hands, but those two colossals she loved so much just kept teasing her overly sensitive skin. The Omega always got ticklish after a particularly good orgasm, which Alex always loved to indulge in. And Alex had successfully drawn three out of her. Which was a new record for them. And the Alpha was damn proud of himself. "How are you feeling?" Alex finally stopped sickling and laid one of his hands flat on Ashly's side, stroking her still clammy skin. "Any regrets?" Ashly's smile softened as she recognized her Alpha shift in mood as self-doubt. She laid her own palm on Alex's cheek. "I feel fine, no regrets," she promised. "It was perfect; you were perfect." Up until that night, Ashly and Alex had yet to go all the way,
Then there were some letters. Ray notices that his mother wrote a lot of the letters but never actually sent them. Others were clearly still like newlyweds when his father sent them to his mother for something. There were a few knickknacks, which Ray assumes were gifts from his father. Then there were a few newspaper articles about his father. And the more he reads through those articles, the more he realizes just how much his mom has been hiding from him and lying to him. When he's halfway through the second article, his phone rings, and before he even fishes it out of his pocket, he knows who it is. "Where the hell are you?" Milly, his best friend, asks questions frantically as soon as he answers, before he can even say hi. Ray gulps and takes a deep breath, then blurts out, "I think I know who my father is." He's still staring at his father's picture in the newspaper article as he hears Milly gasp on the other end of the line. His father is standing with a beautiful blonde woma
All it took Ray was a quick G****e search on his phone, and a whole array of pages, all starring his Alpha father, appeared on his small screen. After scanning through them for just a few moments, he quickly found the address to his father's. It was well past 8 p.m. when he finally reached the train station, and it is luckily a fairly quiet evening, so it doesn't take too long before he arrives at the upper east side. The whole way there, his knee jumped, his heart pounded, and his mind raced. He had no idea what he would find, if at all. It was late. God only knows if his father's even going to be at the office. And if he wasn't, he had no idea what he would do because there was no way of finding his private home address. And he can't just enter the Moonlight Pack without permission. He could always just camp out and wait for him there all night. Yeah, that's what he can do. When he arrives, however, he discovers that his father is very much a workaholic because he's still there a
Flashback:- What did he do? What had he just done? He already knew that he had just made the worst mistake of his life, and there wasn't much he could do to change or fix that. As he walked away from the love of his life, Alex held his breath and forced himself not to look back, because if he did, he knew he would not be able to stop himself from running back to Ashly. It was excruciatingly hard enough to walk away to begin with; it went against every single fiber of his being. When he spoke, he could barely look the omega in the eyes because it was too painful. Not that he had any right to feel hurt, because he was the one inflicting the pain on Ashly. He was the one who was messing things up. Not that he had much of a choice. But he just knew that if he looked up at Ashly's beautiful, big brown eyes, he would never be able to tear himself away. So he reigned it all in as much as he could and got it done as fast as he could because he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself toge