[AZTEC] For hours, Aztec Marshall sat in the hospital waiting room on the ground floor, while his wife and Gemma were on the third floor. He wanted to go to them, but he was also worried that he would be a little too possessive of his mate and they would send him away. He didn't want to do that to them and he didn't want to be kicked out of the hospital. He was going to be diligent, even though he could see people taking photos of him. Thanks to his popularity and everything that related with his life, Aztec had become an internet topic. Everyone was gushing over him for being brave and wanted to thank him in person, and on the other hand, he was cuddled up on one of the waiting benches, sick and tired. He hadn't slept in weeks and he didn't remember the last time he ever slept. His nights and days were filled with Sandra, though it was somewhat heartbreaking that the woman he wanted so much hated him."Where are my daughters?” General Stevens came to the hospital a few hours afte
[AZTEC]“Sir, do you need anything?” a nurse said, as she tapped Aztec who was sleeping on the cold benches. For the rest of the day, the young Marshall had not even gotten up, let alone even making a move from where he had been laying. He had stared at the same spot, waiting and listening. He had heard when the general came to his daughters and even when the general checked out. He had heard the hospital was scheduled and frankly him being there worried people a lot. He looked tired and fatigued even though he had been sleeping."No, I’m alright, thank you,” Aztec said as he went back to sleep. He was hungry and hadn't eaten shit in so many hours. He had been too busy worrying about Sandra and Gemma and he couldn't even think of something else. "But sir, you’ve been sleeping here the whole day. Are you okay? We did notice that your temperatures are alternating rapidly. Please let us take care of you. “Besides, you are in the hospital and it wouldn't be fair if we let you suffer e
[AZTEC] "He divorced me, remember?” Sandra argued and Rodrigo just let out a deep chuckle."Divorced you? Girl, you’re everything to him. You even have shares in your name at the house of Marshall. If anything he gave you the second largest shares in the company and even had an asset finance account for you. “If he really divorced you, and if that was just alimony then why did he take his time to make sure that it was in the right spot? Why would he pay too much attention to the little details and keep everything the way it needed to be then? “He worships you, Gina. He believed in you and you are everything to him. Even after the year ended, he never filed for a divorce. Instead, he bought properties and put them in his name and yourself. “He said that he was hoping that maybe someday, if he never met you again, maybe the finances and the wealth in your name would be enough of an apology for what he did to you. You were his lifeline, Gina.“You're his lifeline and without you, he
Scarlet had fled from her wedding, a wedding that was without a doubt, the most anticipated werewolf binding ceremony of the century. Suddenly everything that had been planned for months was reduced to a pitiful state, some sort of a sick joke. "She ran away.” "Sandra, you have to step in for her!!” "Alpha Aztec has never seen you, so that won’t be an issue.” "Time is not on our side, hurry!” A middle-aged werewolf woman shouted at Sandra in particular. Sandra was surrounded by wedding planners and the bridal team who had been on standby for over five hours now. She was tired of hearing everyone remind her of the unfortunate occurrence. "Make her look presentable. I do not want any flaw on her face. This wedding must happen. You must replace Scarlet and marry Alpha Aztec,” the woman insisted, flapping her fingers around like a drowning fish. And just like that, everyone rushed towards the most unfortunate woman of the day, the girl forced to take the place of another, that too,
"Fuck.” “I…" An innocent-looking Sandra let out a gasp when she heard someone curse in the room. She didn't need to even look around to know that the big bad Alpha had finally made a show after coming from his girlfriend’s house. 'Oh great, he finally makes a show,’ Sandra said to herself as she stared at the man who was eyeing her with lust in his eyes. The shock of seeing Aztec had made her stay rooted to the spot she had been standing in, making Aztec have a slight clue of what her body would probably look like under the damn towel. For the first time, Aztec felt like there was something wrong with him. He felt giddy, and all that was too new for him. It was a reaction he had never let out, not even with Beatrice and even the goddess knew how much he loved his girlfriend. The two, bound by a marriage of convenience, stood there staring at each other, holding their trances like it was something they had been waiting for for months. Sandra’s raspberry scent was screwing with A
On the morning that followed, the newlyweds, who had definitely slept in different rooms, made their way towards the breakfast table. Margery, the maid, a seventy-year-old woman, had already prepared a meal for them. Sandra wasn't sure what she had expected when she came down to the breakfast table, but the Adonis seated right there was certainly not it. Alpha Aztec looked so good that Sandra almost gasped out loud from the amazement. Today, Alpha Aztec was in black casual wear. He had tight leather pants and a black tank top with his retro-vintage glasses loosely hanging on his tank top. On his neck was a dragon chain, goodness it made him look like some man out of a magazine. His hair was carefully held up in a bun, with the loose strands intentionally hanging so close to his face. On his ears were a pair of diamond earrings, not to mention the black leather jacket he had hung on his seat. His feet were fitted on Prada boots, the latest batch, and damn, Sandra was thinking of s
"What do you think you are doing? You scared me, you tart!” Sandra said, as she messed her hair in a bid to hide the fact that she had been crying. Her eyes were swollen, and her heart was once again broken. "Well, excuse me for coming to check out a very unpleasant horse noise in MY house. What are you even doing? You look like you were dumped from a crane and fell on a tree. You look worse than the birds, damn. It's already bad enough that you look like a lost guinea pig and now you look like a flying duck. Fix yourself up, and meet me at dinner,” Aztec said to Sandra who just looked at the man she was so unfortunate to call her husband. This wolf was really something. Before Sandra could give Aztec a piece of her mind, the man had already walked out, leaving Sandra feeling like she was cursed, for the hundredth time. Maybe she really was, because how else would she explain her unfortunate fate? "God! I wish you would fall on a spike, and never wake up. Dammit,” Sandra frustr
"Yes Luna,” Broderick said before writing to get everything ready. In a few minutes, he was back with the car and an open door, for Sandra to walk in. The Luna of the Marshall pack was worried about so many things and one of them was her life around Aztec’s servants. But then she also knew if she had taken a cab instead of Broderick with her, they would have thought they were winning. She wasn't going to let that happen, not anytime soon anyway. 'Why was I so quick to agree to the damn ball, goodness!’ Sandra scolded herself while Broderick drove her to the company. Maybe she had been a little too angry about what had happened, but then she had been rash in her decision. It was already bad enough that their company had so many things to do at the moment, and now that she had agreed, the documents were probably seated on her desk at the company. 'Well, it wasn't a request it was a command,’ her subconscious reminded her, like she needed another person to be taunting her again.