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
She was laying on the bed, lost in the world of words, reading a book. A knock on the door drew her attention, and she allowed the person to enter. Megan walked in through the open door, her eyes filled with a different emotion that caught Ariel off guard."I'm so glad to see you're feeling better, My Lady." She said a bow, her voice tinged with emotion."It's good to see you, Megan." With a smile, Ariel responded."I was very concerned about you and His Highness. He hasn't been in the castle since you were in coma. He hadn't eaten or slept well, and I was worried he'd get sick as well." She expressed her concern."He hasn't been here?" Ariel inquired with a small frown. She tried her best to make him come to his room to take proper rest but he doesn't seem to listen."No, My Lady. He didn't leave your side even for a minute. He worked, ate, and slept in t
Ariel was laying in their bed as the sunset over the horizon, a stack of pillows behind her back for support and a book in hand. The door opened and his scent enveloped her; soon he walked in, his jaw clenched, body tensed and an unreadable expression on his face, his eyes cold, and she set the book aside and inquired,"Is there something wrong?" He didn't respond to her question; instead, he came straight up to her and hugged her, his nose buried in her neck. He took a few whiffs of her scent, pushed her behind the pillow, and simply laid with her. She was taken aback by his sudden behavior, but she said nothing and just lay there with him curdling her. His thick hair was caressed by her hand. And with a low growl of approval, he drew her in closer, if that was even possible. His tensed muscles soon relaxed and he drifted off to sleep. She, too, fell asleep after a while, su
"I think my heat is getting close," she said abruptly as the realization dawned on her. "Well, that's a hell of a lot of timing," he said as he looked up at her and blinked a few times. He let out a sigh."We'll go back to the castle," he said once more."I'm not even sure if my heat is nearing, you can't just cancel this visit for that. It's important that you be there." She shook her head."It's more important that I keep you somewhere safe when you're going through your heat!""I'll be fine," she rolled her eyes and Aiden buried his nose back in the crook of her neck.They drove through the dense forest for a couple of hours before reaching the highway. They paused for a snack and a restroom break every now and then. Aiden was in a playful mood the entire ride, cracking jokes and teasing her. They finally arrived at the Dawn Pack border when the sun was