Serena Esposito It was afternoon already. I left the mall with an unexpectedly cold Calily. She didn’t even utter anything. Whenever I tried to talk to her, she replied in mono-syllables. I asked her what was up, but she mentioned she wouldn’t like to talk about it. Being anti-social was not part of Calily’s meal. This made me wait for the right moment, till when she felt it deem fit to say something. I had called Luca. After what just happened to Calily, I wasn’t going to show up at his home today. … Okay, not literally a home— a pack house. I drove my Maserati to a halt. We had gotten home. We stepped out of it. As we walked to our house, her shoes clinked on the floor. Since mine were fashion sandals, it didn’t make as much sound as before. The minute we entered the house, I looked at Calily’s teary face. She had already stained her mascara and her nose was reddish from crying. I walked her to the sofa and gave her a handkerchief. I sat down too. “What’s wrong?” I
Serena Esposito I got home to an angry looking Luca. He had a stoic expression on his facial structures. As I stepped in the sitting room, I could see the way his mouth twitched. “Hi, Luca.” I briefly said, ignoring the way he looked. I continued my steps. He didn’t reply me. I turned anti-clockwise and moved to confront him. His head faced down with his sleek dark hair covering his face. There was something sinister about the way he appeared today. It seemed like Lucifer himself had stolen my mate’s body and chosen to show up now. “Luca?” I called moving near him. The minute I reached to touch his shoulder, he stared at me sinisterly. I studied his structures carefully. His eyes looked dead. They had dilated into dark color. Veins were spread out in the lower part of his eye. I watched fearfully as his lips carved a dangerous smirk. This was the cause of my heart leap. With that, I already knew what had happened. I muttered a “fuck” under my breath. I could feel the way
Serena Esposito Helpless. That was the exact words to describe the exact state I was. Believe me, I wanted to go out. It was just the circumstances that made me lock myself like a caged bird inside a rest room. For the love of God, couldn’t someone come around? Cause I couldn’t go out. Outside there lied a vicious monster whose name was Scar. I wondered why all Luca’s wolf wanted to do was fuck me. Why?! “Go away, Scar. I’m not feeling too well. I’m on my period!” I yelled through the locked door. I only could hear muffled groans. It was like he was battling with himself. For another second, I heard nothing. Total silence. “I’m going to count to three. I will tear this door apart if you fail to succumb to my wish.” he seethed from the other side. I stared at the door in fear for him tearing it apart. My eyes were beginning to itch from being blood shot in alertness. Water was already forming inside. The base of my throat swallowed huge lumps from the being nervous.
Serena Esposito Have you been in a situation where you’re so shocked that you can’t even construct words? If so, that was exactly what I was experiencing now. When the little girl from the pack passed by, I had expected my mum to not see her. Cause that’s what Carmella’s spell was for. Humans couldn’t see any of Luca’s pack members because they are put under an illusion of just his mansion being his sight. With this they’re protected. But my mum just broke all that rule. She smiled as the little girl walked away. My mum looked at me. "I know what you’re both thinking. How’s it possible that I’m seeing her, right?” She asked. With my mind, still woven in doubt, I unconsciously nodded my head to her question. I held Luca’s hands for support even if he didn’t like people touching him, I couldn’t care less. “When I entered this mansion, I sensed an illusion spell. I wondered who would put it here and removed it.” she said. I could only wonder what my mum was. Knowing this wo
Serena Esposito It was already afternoon already. The sun that seeped from the curtains made this more evident and prominent. Mum had been explaining this so-called history all these while long. From how expressive she was on that issue, there was a hidden reason behind it all. Here was I, sitting like a dutiful daughter, listening to mum, because I needed to know about my bloodlines. I just wasn’t that ideal daughter who made a fucking good name for her family or brought honor too. I had always been the one to do what the fuck I wanted without allowing any dumb shitted belief to hold me back. “What’s it about this bow? It couldn’t be all that special, can it?” I asked my mum. She gives an open-mouthed gasp like I had just committed a sacrilege. “That bow is sacred. Piero got it first. This therefore gives him an edge over us.” she uttered, gently sweeping her coal-black hair to a side of her neck. My hair was similar to mum’s. Guess that was the only thing I had inherited f
Serena Esposito The room was still very much heated. Luca’s hands were still roaming all over my body, doing various things I never imagined existed. I never knew him to be a man who treated a woman gently. Knowing it could be this was my first time; I held a soft smirk rising at just below my lip line. So, he did care. Moans were now the room’s sound track. It was like he was the one teaching me everything. Which was rare for a stripper. Anyone could tell that my kind of stripper was strange from a thousand mile away — mature in body but innocent in mind. I had no clue of what lovers did in bed. I’ve seen different scenes at the strip clubs… Even walked in people banging ferociously. At a strip club, you’re exposed to sex even more than the people engaging in it. At every nook and cranny, you could find it. Even at the rest room, where you thought you were safe, you could walk in a female or even females pleasing men with fellatio. Fellatio. Why didn’t I think of it? I
Serena Esposito Baba was carrying me through the forests. Sweats rippled through his shirt as his breaths panted. The tweaks he stepped on rustled so as some birds flew away. It was at the dead of the night. As he carried me, my pig tails flew in the air aimlessly. I was beginning to get so scared from the way he ran so seriously. I didn’t know what to do, so I leaned on him clinging to his shoulders innocently. He halted beside a piece of rock, setting me down... I watched him stealthily. “Baby, I need you to do something for daddy. Can you do that?” Baba asked. I nodded firmly. Baba had always told me to be brave. “I need you to stay here and not make a sound. No matter what happens, don’t. I promise mum’s going to come find you.” He said. I watched him carefully after what he said. “Then what about you, Baba?” I questioned. My voice was husky from the tears that gave out in my eyes. Nasal contents, dripping down too. “Don’t worry about dad. I just wan
Aida Esposito Serena and Francesco’s father; my mate loved to dance. He appreciated Art in every form. That’s why we had so many ties binding us together as soul mates. He believed in creativity and saw the beauty in nature. In fact, he was a man of the world. That was why I hadn’t been surprised when my daughter created her own dance team. She reminded me of her dad who had the ability to make things happen. He never hoped for his dreams to come true. Instead, he went after them, chasing them to his last breath. My mate was one of those people that encouraged you to go after what you wanted. It was no wonder he got various laurels with his team. During our stay in America, I watched him win many awards which added to the piles he had possessed since the 1800’s. As an original werewolf, he had existed right from the time technology started taking place. I had felt creeped out a little by that. I mean who didn’t after knowing you’re dating an old man who was sev