SCARLETT“I’d look stunning as a pregnant woman,” Emma flaunted her brunch bump in her black body con dress, “Say no, and I’ll have your head.”I looked her dead in the eye and dared her, “No.”“The only reason you’re not choking on your blood right now is because you paid for brunch and this baby bump wouldn't be possible without all the steak you pumped into me,” she said, holding her sunglasses down so I could see into what were meant to be terrifying eyes.“Let’s not forget the four beef burgers you ate as appetizers,” I reminded her in a teasing tone, as though I didn't have the same thing.Whatever string of curses left her lips left flew over my head because my attention was caught by something else. Or rather, someone else.A man with a cigarette held to his lips was leaning against the wall inches away from us and staring right into my soul with his reddened eyed. His lips were dark and chafed, his clothes weren't dirty but they looked worn out and had tears that exposed his
BLAKEHome, sweet, home.I dragged in a breath of fresh air as I shut my car door and smiled softly to myself as my pack’s hideout came into full view. Diligently, I followed due process by switching off my phone and placing it in the security metal box for guest’s gadgets.My pack—more specifically, my maternal pack which I was the rightful Alpha to—has been in hiding since I learnt of them, and so it was routine to always switch off my device when I arrived at their hideout. I had a family that enjoyed snooping around because they had the resources to and I knew all hell would break loose if my father found out through my location history that I’d been frequenting a place that was unlisted on the city’s map.I didn't want to dwell on how much worse things would get if he then realized that the unlisted place was actually home to my mother’s pack because I was now walking through the second and most heavily guarded gate and being greeted by the guards.“Keep up the good work,” I wave
ALEXWalking out of the board room with another international talent signed to my company meant my net worth had risen yet again.“Brilliant presentation,” Mr Santos, the talent manager shook my hand firmly.Just as the foreign investors trailed out of the board room and began to engage me in a conversation, my secretary slipped me my phone and I glanced at it out of habit.However, two notifications from Scarlett caught my eye and from simply looking at it something in my guts alerted me of its urgency and I walked away from the men clamoring for my attention after simply holding up a finger; the universal signal for ‘excuse me’.After unlocking my phone, I saw a missed call from Scarlett, followed by a voicemail. I quickly played the voicemail, pressing the speaker to my ear.“Help!” I heard her frantically scream, sounding like she was crying while panting heavily, and from the shattering sound that followed, I could tell that her phone had dropped.My entire body was reverberating
SCARLETTA whiff of a familiar scent stirred me awake.The softest sheets tucked me in place as I shuffled and rubbed my eyes before taking in my surroundings. I could easily tell that I was in Alex’s room at one glance because of the dark grey walls.Soon enough, I learned that I wasn't alone because he also came into view.From the look of things, he was in his own dimension because he hadn't realized that I was awake. He was pacing from one end of the room to the other with his eyes tightly shut and his hands clasped in a prayer form while he muttered something inaudible under his breath.As he continued uninterrupted, I took a closer look at him, at first I was simply drawn by his perfectly carved features and the obvious strength in his muscles as he moved, but something else caught my eye.There was some brown fur on his neck, and the moment I saw it, I had a flashback of what had happened before I woke up in his room.Instead the fear and uncertainty that gripped me while I wat
LOGANI could feel their stares burning into me, alongside the questions that would soon follow.But I didn't care, I was more interested in learning about what had happened to Scarlett and why she was in harm’s way for long enough to get scars.“Scarlett, talk to me,” I trained all my attention on her, my fingers reaching forward to trace the identical cut on her forehead, “What happened?”Before my fingers could make contact with her scar she grabbed my hand and pushed it back towards me with a cautious look pointed at me.“I should be asking you that, you’re clearly injured,” she nodded at my arm and collarbone that held the same scars as her.“And the million dollar question we’re all dying to ask is how you have injuries in the exact spots as Scarlett,” Alex chimed in before I could respond.The answer was simple, but the complications that would follow weren't worth being truthful about it.I could easily tell them that our mate bond has deepened, so much that I didn't only sens
LOGANFor the first time in forever, Ashley and I were in perfect harmony.We were scooping popcorn from a bowl while a documentary we were barely paying attention to played on the flat screen in her home office. We decided that I’d work from home twice a week and she’d do the same so we could spend time away from the chaos that was rotting our relationship.It felt nice, serene, wholesome.As though she knew I was thinking of our current solitude, she looked away from the files before her and smiled warmly at me. I returned the smile, but just then, I got the harsh realization that I would rather be in this serene moment with someone else.Scarlett.I shook the thought away quickly and refused to give in to my never ending need to think about and crave her every passing moment. I forced myself to focus on my work instead, and Ashley every now and then.A while later, Ashley got up and walked over to me before making herself comfortable on the desk before me. She was smiling from ear
SCARLETTMom was currently supervising the moving of mount Everest into the house, or at least a vanity mirror that matched its dimensions.“Take it upstairs, the last room at the end of the second floor,” she directed the poor moving men that were saddled with lifting her newest addition to her vain collection of mirrors.“You have a dressing room with seven mirrors, mom. Was this entirely necessary?” I asked, mouth agape in sheer wonder as more staff trooped on with countless shopping bags.“None of those mirrors are from Spain, handcrafted by an artist from Van Gogh’s lineage and traced with red diamond along along the edges,” she argued, her eyes following the staff as they carried in her luggage and what seemed like an entire mall worth of shopping.“Uh, I’m just gonna go into my room, I’ve had a long day,” I yawned and turned away from her, feigning tiredness to escape her.I’d barely taken a step away from her when I felt her grab my wrist and surprisingly pull me into a crushi
SCARLETTAfter the adrenaline rush faded, I realized what I’d done.Slapping someone like Ashley whose personality had drastically changed over the last few weeks was like adding gasoline to an active fire. It was foolish of me to have done that, and Ashley’s deathly glare as she held her sore cheek was proof of it.“I—I’m so sorry,” I stuttered, taking a step back for the sake of caution, “That slap was an instinctive hit, but I definitely haven't done a thing to deserve one from you.”Ashley dropped her hand from her face and glanced at her shattered sunglasses before looking back at me with a spine-chilling smirk.“You’re sorry? Don’t be,” she smacked her red lips and ran her manicured fingers through her silky long hair with precision, “At least by slapping me you've finally dropped your hypocritical goody two shoes act and the real you has reared its ugly head.”“That’s no—”“Denial will take you nowhere honey, that's for sure,” her eyes turned icy with anger as she cut me off.I