Maya
Fifteen Years Later
"Happy birthday!" Bianca is holding up her glass. "The big thirty-three—only seven years until forty and your mid-life crisis!"
"Not so loud!" I grit my teeth, hissing at my friend. There is lemon juice stuck on my teeth; I can taste it. "Every single soul inside this restaurant doesn't have to know my age!"
Jenna and Felicia lift their cocktail glasses, smiling at me with warmth and love radiant on their faces.
"You still have a young soul," Jenna consoles me. "And you're the youngest successful attorney that I know. Hurrah for your success in the business!"
All my lovely friends clink their glasses, and with a bubble of joy lifting from my chest, I lift mine as well, glad everyone who matters in life is free this weekend.
My birthdays aren't an occasion safe to celebrate alone, as I go hard on the bottle. Aging reminds me of a traitor who never appeared after ten years. I bet the fucker is younger tha
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Maya My breath catches in my throat, and I'm half-convinced that I'm hallucinating because of the alcohol I've consumed. Finn. I take him in and take a step back, gripping the faucet. He is slightly taller, and he has filled out with broader shoulders, and his face is an inkling more chiseled, but otherwise, he is still unchanged, younger than me. I swallow hard at that revelation with the taste of bitterness accumulating in my mouth. I've never been ashamed of my appearance, but right now, I'm worried about Mr. Adonis not finding me attractive since I'm older than him. He looks so young, still in his later twenties at most. "Finn..." The fairy lifts his eyes to mine, and I'm almost knocked unconscious. I've heard about second-chance mates, but I thought it was a rumor—I was wrong. The mate-bond kicks to life, and although Finn's lips curve into a crooked, recognizing smile, I want to flee. Finn left me. He never came b
Maya "To be honest, your 'best friend' who I've never heard you mention before is hot as fuck." Jenna says. Like her sister Bianca, she lacks a filter and isn't modest about eyeing Finn from our table. I stir my cocktail with my straw, and although my back is facing Finn, I can tell his gaze is locked on me. "It's complicated..." "Well, spill the beans then!" Felicia is pouting at me. "Tell me why you aren't tapping that ass right now! He is young, muscular, taller than what is normal for humans, and you know what they say about dark-skinned men and what they are packing." "Felicia!" I hiss at her, removing her wine glass. Finn is big down there, massive even, but she doesn't need that information. "You've had way too many drinks! I'm taking that!" Felicia grimaces, stretching out her hands. "B-But my drink!" Bianca breathes a laugh, leaning over the table to whisper saucily. "I have the answer to why Maya isn't dating Mr. hot and myst
Maya I'm nervous about inviting Finn inside of my apartment. I'm fumbling for the keys while he is behind me, taking in the walls. "This place is nice," Finn comments and whistles. I'm having trouble not jumping into his arms—he looks so inviting when I glance over my shoulder, especially with the dimples in his cheek. "Are you rich, Maya?" The admiring glint in his eye makes me blush. I'm bad with receiving compliments, especially when they come from gorgeous young men. I have to turn around and focus on the door not to melt into a puddle. Every nerve of my being wants Finn, but I have to fight it. We wouldn't last. We wouldn't make it. I would get hurt. "No, but I'm good at saving money." Finn beams at me. "I can tell." "Yeah..." My breathing is wild when I turn my key. Soon the tall, sexy man will enter my personal space and see the paintings I've made and everything that makes me Maya. I take
Maya I stand in the shower for over half an hour, thinking about the pack I never got to be a part of—I was an outsider, but according to Finn, I'm now supposed to fight my sister for the alpha position. My hand touches my chest, and white hair falls over my shoulders in clumps. I'm conflicted. Do I even want to lead my old pack? Crying won't pave the way to acceptance, so I never allowed myself to cry and feel self-pity because I lacked a werewolf. I fought to be respected for who I am, and look at me now—there is no werewolf pack by my side. My kind couldn't accept me as part of the pack, and the people surrounding me today are humans. A voice sighs inside of my head. It sounds like a cunning female. 'But if you became the alpha, then you could make it so that the Winterbite pack accepted everyone, even the children born without a wolf.' My eyes widen. "Who said that?" There isn't a reply, and I turn off the water. Shit. I need to ge
MayaAfter having sex with Finn, I topple down on his broad chest, and he strokes his massive palm over my back in a tender fashion. No one is making a move to head for the shower, and my cheeks burn as I count the number of bleached scars on his muscular arm.Shit, why can't I get him out of my head?I'm trying my best to resist falling in love with Finn again, but I think the feeling never left. We had plenty of sex in the past, cuddles, and steamy moments, and I enjoyed riding his cock tonight. Yet it isn't those things that make my heart pound; it's the small intimate things he does, like caressing my skin after having sex.Finn is a gentleman, and although he takes charge in bed and resembles a white-haired fairy version of Jason Momoa, I know he would do nothing I didn't like. The man is a total catch—I'm well-aware anyone else would throw themselves into his arms, but I can't do that.There are too many reasons I should pretend my hear
Maya "So, how is drinking coffee at Espresso House supposed to help me find my inner wolf?" Finn chuckles. He is wearing a beanie, a grey shirt, and faded jeans that he summoned himself while looking at a catalog. It seems he has discovered other abilities, but he isn't bragging. "Your sister won't hurt your friend. Bianca is bait to lure you into Winterbite territory, which is why we won't rush to save her. We will take our time finding your wolf again." I smile at Finn and try not to drown in his eyes. His eyelashes are long and dark, touching his cheeks every time he blinks. Since I haven't given in, we aren't a couple yet. Still, I'm annoyed by the trio of girls giggling and checking our Finn from their beanbag corner. The fairy watches me drink my coffee while innocently smiling at me. "Hold still." I give Finn a questioning look and feel my heart claw at my throat when he dips his head to kiss me. It's long and sweet, fil
Kyra I've always been a tomboy. I wear pants rather than dresses, and I love sleeveless shirts since they bring attention to my defined arms. I'm rather proud of my appearance. I might be a woman, but I'm rigid like stone, and if anyone stands in my way, I will punch through them. "Let's see..." I lift my chin and read the letters. "Espresso House, huh? Is this where my mate is hiding?" For days, I've been haunting my mate. The tree of life seldom gives us fairies a mate, but it happened to me. I woke up one day knowing I had to leave my world behind to find my person. My heart wouldn't stop pounding, telling me my mate was in danger, and I couldn't live with the thoughts of them dying, so I left. I jumped into a portal, and now I'm here, one step away from meeting them. A wide grin graces my lips as I enter the coffee shop. I've learned a lot from Finn about the human realm, and from what I've seen, human females are stunning. I'm a l
Elijah I'm staring up at the ceiling, smiling for no good reason at all. It seems god has humor, after all. I came here to train Maya. Years ago, I made a promise to her father to always protect and stay loyal to his daughter, and I'm an honorable man—I always keep my word. So when Lily murdered my mate, Wesley, I knew I had to find Maya to end the white wolf's tyranny. It took me some time to get where I am today. I was imprisoned for an entire year, kept as a toy in Lily's dungeon, and every day, my psychic powers grew stronger until I one day escaped. Now, I've found Maya, and tomorrow I will train her for the upcoming slaughter. I should work out and prepare myself for war, but I'm lying here, tingling. I'm acting irrefutably out of character, and it amuses me. I cover my face with my bent arm, hiding my eyes in the arm crease as I snort laughter. "So breathtaking I can't fucking think straight—that woman sure blew my mind with tha