Luke. I could not believe the level of Elisabeth's selfishness and stupidity. She was barely breathing by the time I got to the hospital. Why would she do this to herself? She had left me a note, and I did not bother to read it because every second counted. I knew Elisabeth could be irrational, bu
I could not speak after reading her letter; I did not know that was how she saw things. Her mind was twisted. How could she think she would be relieving me of the burden by killing herself? I never denied the baby. I never mistreated her. I had moved on, and I wanted her to do the same. If she hadn'
"Yes, Lisa. If you truly loved me and were not thinking of yourself as always, you would not harm my child, and you will not put me in this situation. This will not get us back together; Lisa, it will just make me mad. I have bigger issues. There are people out to get me. I would have died a few day
Tia. The moment I checked into a room in the Leaf hotel, I exhaled. I did not know I was holding my breath until I exhaled, and along with it came my silent tears. I sat with my back against the door, weeping. Why did it hurt so much? I said I will keep my guard up; I promised myself I would not be
"Tia, please. I do not love her; I wasn't ..." he said and paused. His voice was shaking. "Where are you?" I know you are not with your parents. I called your mother, and she said you are not home. Please, Tia, where are you? Let me come there and explain myself. Please don't do this to us, Tia," h
"Shall we go home?" He asked me, and I nodded. I felt ashamed walking down the halls of the Moon mansion. I was glad no one knew other than Bart; if not, Stacy would not fail to tease me about it, and I dreaded how Alpha Aesop would react to it. We entered the room, and everything was as I had lef
Tia. I did not know heat could be incredible and tormenting at the same time. The moment Luke buried himself inside me, I wanted to devour him. Luke pumped hard and fast, and I could not get enough. "Your pussy is hot, Tia, and so freaking wet and slippery," he said, moaning and growling. I knew m
"Like what you see, Tia?" he asked me, and I looked at him with so much lust and nodded. "It's yours," he said, and I crashed my lips against his. Drinking him in. Tasting him and loving every bit of it. My senses were amplified. I felt more and tasted more than before. His cinnamon scent filled my