"Answer me! Where is she!" He roared again. The guards couldn't muster up the courage to answer so one of them just pointed towards a door end the end of the hallway to their right. He rushes towards the door, which was not locked from the inside, and bragged inside the. The room was dimly lit and large, with a king-size bed in the center covered with a black duvet and a pile of pillows. Blank off-white walls and a wall of windows from ceiling to floor. On the other side, there was a wooden door that he assumed led to the bathroom and another that led to the walk-in closet. His gaze darted around the room, coming to a halt at the figure sitting in a corner. Her head was bowed, one hand on her thigh, the other holding a cigarette on her knees. He turned on the lights and approached her. Her knuckles were bruised with blood, a few cuts here and there. What caught his attention was a
After a long dark night, the daybreak brought glimmers of warmth. The golden light softly caressed the land and ignited the birds into a chorus of melodies. Above those tangerine mountains, kissed to their heady blush by the sun, were clouds that moved in shoals. And so the sky was equal parts blue and a chorus of greys, streaked with silvers and golds. And in a moment she was cast in crimson, bathed in a rosy glow; how the sun gives each dawn without even the asking or the earning of the light. She moves her fingers through the air that grows brighter with each passing moment until it becomes a new bold day.Her eyes unknowingly searched the room for those sapphire blues, only to be met with an empty room and a cold bed. She felt a rush of disappointment that she shouldn't have felt. As much as she despised seeing his face
A few weeks passed by and she hardly ever sees Aiden. He's been so busy for the past couple of days that he comes to their room after she falls asleep and leaves before she wakes up. After coming back from her penthouse, she thought about what Mia had asked her to do and she was thinking maybe she should stop running from him and her life and give it a chance. But Aiden was proving it to be difficult for her, she doesn't know nor she understands what's gotten him so caught up lately. It's almost like he lost all his interest in her. She somewhat felt angry and mad at him, but isn't she supposed to feel relieved that he isn't bugging her? She doesn't have the answer. The sun was shining brightly in the sky outside and she was sitting in the living room on a couch with a book in her hand. This is how she's been spending her days recently: reading, snacking, and sleeping. She just pu
She was sitting on a blanket spread out under the blue sky, surrounded by lush greenery, just by a lake teeming with water lilies. A warm hand rested on her stomach, securing her to the person sitting behind her. She felt at ease, and a contented sigh escapes her lips. She turns to look behind her and sees Aiden staring at her with love in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips. She smiles back, and then everything around her is demolished: the castle they were living in is burnt down, and there are small fires here and there. She looked around and saw dead, bloodied pack members. Everything was in utter disarray. When she couldn't find Aiden, her heart began to beat a million times per second. She began running aimlessly in search of him but instead discovered more pack members who were still alive. But the look of horror in their eyes made her halt in her step. They were staring
He watched her retreat as she walked triumphantly towards the castle, covered in the blood of the wolves she had just killed. He noticed how her eyes shone with the desire and determination to kill the female he once had. As he didn't go to their room that night, he noticed a glint of hurt in her eyes. Looking straight into his eyes, he saw how mercilessly she took the female's life. He couldn't help but be turned on by how predatory she appeared while fighting those warriors. But he didn't like how she disrespected him by killing Bethany despite his warnings. She must learn a lesson, he thought. He stood up and left the battleground, on his way to their bedroom to have a chat with his he was halted by his Beta and Gamma. He ended up in his office for much-needed paperwork and by the time he finally left for his bedroom, it had been a few hours. He was still in his Royal attire wh
The moonlight strode gracefully through the night, lighting up the rising path and highlighting her features, making her even more beautiful. She was already the most beautiful person for him but standing on the balcony with her by his side and the moon shining brightly in the night sky made her glow even more. He's been admiring her beauty the entire time she's been looking at the moon. Her slightly parted luscious lips, her hazel eyes glowing under the moonlight, and her long red hair flowing gracefully with the soft breeze took his breath away. He was stunned when one of the workers' mind linked him, informing him that the room was ready for them. When she placed her hand hesitantly on his, the simple touch sent tingles through his body, he knows she felt it too. He escorted them out of the room and into his home office. She assumed he was taking her to his office, but he
"Go on a date with me." Aiden suddenly asked out of the blue"What?" She asked raising her brows"Go on a date with me," he said again"No,""Please." She looked at him and saw something different in his eyes something she never saw before, she didn't answer just kept staring at him"Please go on a date with me?" He pleaded and for some reason she couldn't refuse. She agreed to go on a date with him. He was ecstatic when she agreed to go out with him; he had been trying to ask her out on a date for a long time but the right time had never come. As a result, he chose the wrong time. His pack had just been attacked, and the prisoner he had finally apprehended after such a long time had escaped. But, being in her comfort, he couldn't help but ask her out on a date.__It had been a few days since
The painter is a healer of the self and others, for their art is a story told in the foundational languages of the brain - in emotion, in visual dream-language. And so their painting is societal medicine and the reason we are so drawn to art becomes ever more obvious. The painting is the artists' soul upon the canvas, a story of colors and rising hope. Every painting is a story of healing, of seeking "love-tings" and "comfort-tings."They have been roaming around the museum this whole evening and for the first time, she talked so much with him. She's been explaining what the paintings meant to her, how she saw them, how those paintings spoke of life. He saw the spark in her eyes, the ghost smile on her lips, and the calmness of her posture. He loved when he could hold her close and she didn't push him away. He doesn't know if she was just distracted by the paintings or
The hospital corridor looked like something out of a Star Trek episode. Everything that could shine shone brightly. There were stainless steel, sleek floors, and natural images on the walls in colors as vibrant as glacier melt-water or spring flowers. The air smelled fresh and clean, not sterile. Music was playing in the background at just the right volume to lift the spirits of the patients and staff. But the best part was the ceiling, which was simply clear and high arched under where he was furiously pacing back and forth outside the room where his mate was being treated. His sleeves were folded till his elbow, the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and his hair was tousled from the number of times he ran his hands through them. His beast was at bay, clawing at his mental barrier, desperate to be free and to be close to their mate. He was furious, angry, irritated, and m