Selene’s voice was on edge. ‘Is he a pervert? Is this what Azalea meant?” Selene thought in her mind. She pressed her back against the chair and closed her eyes involuntarily, her heart beating in her chest. “Relax, I'm not going to bite,” Logan assured her. He wiped the juice off the corner of her lips and reclined back in his chair. “You need to eat slowly,” Logan said, with a smirk plastered on his face. Selene coughed out in shock because of what just transpired. “Did his hand just graze my lips?” Selene asked in her mind. She quickly drank the water in the cup before fanning her face with her hands. She wasn't used to this kind of treatment. ‘Maybe he is not bad after all’ “Thanks for helping out,” Selene said, showing his gratitude towards him. Logan hummed and picked up the spoon. He began eating his food. Selene admires the way Logan eats, and it reminds her of the King. Now that she suddenly remembered him, Selene wondered if he would be happy that sh
"Logan,” she called. Logan turned abruptly to face the woman. Logan loved the way his name rolled off her tongue, and it excites him. “Yes?” He answered. “I want to join your pack. I want to train myself hard.” Selene said, and she noticed the way Logan raised his eyebrows at her. Selene stretched her hands to stop him from talking. “I know you might feel like I'm just a lady, but this is the only thing I need from you. Once I'm done learning, I will leave,” Selene added. Her dark eyes scrutinized Logan, waiting for his reply. Logan sighs deeply. He rubbed his index finger on his lips. His brain is trying to process what she just said. “And you aren't going to tell me why you want this?” Logan asked Selene, and she nodded her head in agreement. “Alright, you are welcome to join Selene. Both men and women engage in this training, so you don't have to feel outcast.” “Thank you, Logan,” Selene replied, happiness evident in his voice. “You only shape-shift once, right? Which
Isabella brushed Rayne's hair back with her hand, but he stopped. He groans in pain before swiftly pushing Isabella to the bed. “Rayne!” Isabella shrieked as Rayne pushed on the bed. His grip was firm on her wrist, holding her down with his werewolf strength. Isabella tried to free her hand from his hold, but his strength was unremarkable. And she noticed something different—the color of his eyes had changed. It was his burning golden eyes that stunned her to the core. Rayne is not just an Alpha. He is a Lycan and much more powerful than a werewolf. His groan drew her eyes back to his face to see him smirk at her. Everything was different, and Isabella wasn't sure if this was Rayne. “I know you wish to get pregnant. Then I guess you will enjoy this,” Rayne snarled as he leaned his head closer to her neck. His hot breath fans Isabella's neck, smelling her. She was tongue-tied and couldn't utter anything. "This is not Rayne,” Isabella thought in her mind. Before her mind c
“I came back because I miss you, and we made love,” Isabella replied, smiling, but inside her mind was a turmoil of emotions. Rayne looked at her face, and he could tell that Isabella was lying, but why would she expect something to happen? Isabella was glad Rayne had come to his usual self and his wolf wasn't in control today. “Are you sure? Isabella." Rayne is now sure that Calhoun indeed took over his body without his consent. And this has never happened for years. “Yes, what do you think happened? I should carry your child in no time," Isabella said seductively. “But you should refrain yourself from coming in when I'm drunk. I might hurt you.” “I heard you. Let me freshen up and join you for dinner. You must be hungry,” Isabella said, her hands clung to the fabric on her body.“You will have to eat alone today. I need to go somewhere," Rayne said. His reply was short. He couldn't stop thinking about Selene. Like a whirlwind, Selene is trying to sweep him off his feet. “A
Isabella opened the ointment bottle and swiped some with her fingers. She rubbed it on her middle finger and applied it to the part between her legs. She hissed when she felt the pain again. She cursed inwardly and wondered why she was not healing yet. When she was done applying the content to her core, She closed the cup with the cover. Isabella wore her clothes and began to read the letters. The letters contain information about a soiree that's about to take place in some respectable noble's house in Eldoria. She glanced through the letters, but not until she got to the last one. She already knew who sent it. She removed the letter from the cover and read the content. Which reads, “WHAT IS DELAYING YOU? Isabella read the content of the letter and burned it in the charcoal pot beside her. She watched the letter burn to ashes before mind-linking with someone. The door opened, and a huge man came in through the entrance. “You sent for me,” the huge man said in his grumpy vo
Selene placed her hand on the staircase to take a look at the man behind her. Logan's eyes appear black under the orange glow of the candlelight light, and his lips are parted slightly as he keeps looking at Selene. “Did you have some fun today?” He asked after clearing his throat. Selene swallowed the lump at the back of her throat. She was a little wary about the man, and something about him reminded him of Rayne. “Yes, I did; it was fun in the theater house,” Selene replied, averting her gaze from his to look elsewhere. “Okay. Where are you going? Are you running off with an expression on your face?” Logan asked, his back leaning against the railing of the stairs. “I'm going to my room to freshen up and sleep,” Selene answered, wondering what he meant by her face. “I thought you were hungry. You should go and sleep then,” Logan said as he walked past Selene. He began to ascend the stairs, but Selene's voice rang in the room quietly. “I'm hungry,” she confessed, her voice
The sun was already shining brightly the next morning. Logan already cooked it, and Selene ate it happily like any other day. He didn't tease Selene yet as she came down to meet the seamstress who would be taking her measurements for the training. The seamstress took Selene's measurements, and Logan paid for everything. Seeing the seamstress off, he promised to deliver in the next four days. “Your training will start in the next five days, and your costume will be ready by then.” Selene's arm slumped upon hearing this. She wanted to act fast and start training. She was afraid she might not be able to control her wolf to do her bidding. “I don't know how to repay you, but thanks so much, sir." Selene confesses, ”Can't I start now? I'm actually in a hurry.” “If you are ready, let me know,” Logan said after more thinking. “Thank you” She was even afraid to be formal with him. “You can come with me. We can as well start training today, Selene,” Logan announced. Selene's heart l
“Thank you, Marcus; I know you will be a great teacher." Logan praised the man wholeheartedly. “I'm honored, sir,” Marcus replied, feeling honored, but he knew Selene had to push herself hard too. “Begin the training with her in two days. Her dress will be ready by then." Logan said, and Marcus agreed. Marcus left the shed to meet the rest of his men. The sun was already preparing to set. Selene stares at Logan in the shed; her brown eyes continue to glow golden. Logan crouched low to meet the wolf's height. Logan parted his lips and called her Selene. " He spoke slowly, his voice void of emotion, but he was always like this. “If you are in, dear, nod your head.” The wolf nodded her head and whimpered softly. Logan smiled upon seeing this, and he stretched his hand towards his paws, but the wolf stepped back. Selene doesn't want Logan touching her, and Olivia even agrees with her. Logan chuckles seeing his and rises, towering over her. “Your friends are waiting for you outsid