Lovelies, I didn't notice the first part was already uploaded. I might have accidentally published it instead of saving it. But here's the second one for tonight ❤ Thank you for waiting and reading! And for all teh gems! Please keep them coming!
JACE. After we joined Kairo and Cassidy at the grill place, they drove us back to where my car was, and we parted ways again. I wanted time alone with Amara, not just because of sex, but because I wanted her beside me as much as possible. In a few days, she would be gone again, and I would return
“I like it when you are...” I groaned. I was doubling my step because her arousal was swirling around me, and my hand was coated with her pussy juice. Plus, her moans were getting louder. In no time, we reached the fourth floor and instructed her to put in the door code and open it. As soon as we s
AMARA. My eyes fluttered open as my hand reached beside me. But the bed was empty. So Jace was probably up and working already. The moment my eyes opened completely, I saw my long dress sitting nicely on the couch. The memory of last night up until the wee hours of the morning flashed in my mind.
“I hope they don’t cause you any more problems.” “They can try. But I’m done with them.” He said, scowling. I pursed my lips into a thin line as I grabbed his face, brushing his hair away from his eyes. “Smile. Let’s not let their family ruin our morning. Did you pick up my underwear from your car
But despite the sadness I felt at her leaving my territory and eventually flying to the North, I knew this was for the better. It would give us time to do what we needed to do. Fortunately, the Claiming was scheduled three times in the next 12 months instead of the regular two because one of the
AFTER TEN DAYS. AMARA. It had been almost two weeks since I arrived at my Uncle Adan’s place in the North, in the Mystic Pack territory. And, like always, I was welcomed warmly in this cold place. But unfortunately, the witches that I knew were close to Aunt Lucy had never been here. I wanted to
I shook my head again as I held her hands. “I will not hurt anyone. I want your help so I won’t get into far more trouble than I am going through right now.” “Is Alexa aware?” “No.” “You are in trouble, young girl.” “But I plan to tell my parents once I get help from you, which means our plan is
“You’re 18, Amara. I started making decisions for myself when my mom died, and I was younger than you. I made mistakes and poor decisions, but in the end, I learned. Your parents are amazing, but sometimes we must learn from our experiences and mistakes. Not everything can be given to you on a silve