I did not know how to inhale anymore. But I still did breathe, letting the night know that I am still fucking here, alive and beautifully standing on the white tiled floor. The presence of her sent shivers down my spine. My body’s sudden outburst of cold sweats threatening to flood the kitchen. Rowena. I can see her smiling creepily at me. When I say creepily, it’s when a part of her face’s skin dangles from her head as it would peel off from her any second but she’s still smiling widely. But I don’t think I can reach her, touch her. As well as she to me. It’s as if we are in the same room but only one actually exists in this world: me. I don’t think I believe in the afterlife—or if Tyler’s kind believes in it—but wherever Rowena is now, I hope she’s in peace despite the mangled, horrible way she died. But who is this Rowena standing, floating in the air, before me? It’s midnight. And Tyler and I been asleep since eight i
Here I am again, dreaming. As if it’s the kingdom I ruled. But this time, it is not about Eliane. It is about Rowena Cruz, the friend who betrayed us. I admit we have only interacted briefly in that ghostly apparition of hers last night. But the way she cared for me during the days she was still alive—how she told me to run at that very night, at the night of my wedding in front of a so-called Jason…it makes me feel guilty. Rowena saved me that night, saved my heart from being torn away from my body on the very day that I will be giving my heart to my Alpha. “I thought you were going to deliver her to us.” The Hearteaters sneered down at Rowena, “Why did you tell her to run then?” That voice of utter darkness and unearthliness is making me grip the bars tightly as I stood as a phantom observing them. If shadows could speak, that would be the Hearteaters’ voice. One that you pray that you will never be able to hear again. One that you
Elaine's POV I was gaping at this lush scenery of waters and green and the sheer sight of nature just being nature: the glorious sound of waters rushing, birds chirping, and the harmony of colors green and blue and brown are so sophisticated I can say this is a paradise. It’s so quiet that you can hear your own heart throbbing within you. “The residents of Stella’s Soul only call this the Hidden Spring because it is obviously hidden.” I see why it’s hidden. The most beautiful things are the ones that have been hidden long enough for one to see it. This place can be reached by traversing through a mountain and cave first. Thanks to Tyler for letting me ride on his back—a piggy back ride to be exact. He suggested he shift but I can’t gulp the fact that I have to be bringing another backpack for his clothes to carry. “But I can just be naked when I shift back. It’s a spring anyway, and our main purpose there is to swim an
We arrived at an altar made of stone, which reminds me of a Marian grotto that I and the Rutherford family visited on the west coast. It was only a little one; the size of it probably is enough for two people and not the one like we visited where five people can enter all at once. Three huge candles are in the center, all are white. In one glance, it showed signs that they have been used many times. Tyler waved his hand and the candle’s wick immediately started burning, the flame dancing in my eyes. No statues can be seen unlike the ones I see in a Cathedral church, where several different versions of the Virgin Mary representations are displayed. There are versions of her wearing a white veil while holding the Emmanuel in her arms. Some statues also depict her as having curly hair and some are depicting her with a more Westerner appearance rather than the original Israeli look. But here…it was just the stone altar and the candles, me an
I couldn’t believe it—me and Tyler going outside of Stella’s Soul for our honeymoon. It is certainly another sweet surprise in the air. It just felt like yesterday where I have been compelled to be sacrificed by my neighbors. My heart would often still feel like this is a dream to have this fantastic life with the man I bedded last year. Yesterday, Tyler surprised me that we are allowed to go outside the wall for our honeymoon for four days. He didn’t tell me if it is within Moonburn or Washington or are we going overseas, which adds up the fuel of excitement inside of me.I was thinking what country are we about to have a trip to. The West Coast? East Coast? Europe? Asia? God, I’m so excited! I have never felt this alive and eager before. Going out of the bathroom, I almost shrieked when I saw my half-naked husband with only a towel draping on his torso to cover his poking sex. Just… seriously? He has a boner early in the morning?‘Werewolves…’ I mused.He
“Good girl,” he smirked in a despicable manner while he patted my head like a little bitch. Slowly, Tyler cupped my face. His other hand drifted away into my wet core, pushing a finger every time I blinked and pulling as I looked straight in his eyes. “Now kiss me on the neck and scratch it using your forefinger.” Inside my head, I wanted to protest badly. But his sexiness and the fact he’s using his Alpha voice to command me…I cannot. I am a slave today; the slave’s master is the man she’s married to. And that is why I fucking love my Alpha Tyler, because despite of those horrendous things happened around him, his dick still has the capability to stand tall.Obeying like a good little wolf, I moved my head and started kissing his neck. Each kiss is a little reminder that he’s here with me and I am still with him, alive and breathing; horny but loving. My hand slipped from his hardened stomach down to the tip of his towel to reveal his p
“You look familiar…” Someone said from behind. His jovial voice is masculine enough to be a straight man. Turning his body towards me, my eyes widened with shock because it was Maven, the only close male friend I had back then in my mortal life, back when we were still living in Maine. Last time we had a conversation was a year ago, maybe more.“Elaine?! Oh my—” he blurted out my name out so loud that the passengers around us knitted their brows. He apologized to the people before turning back at me. “Sorry, but God…is that you?” His eyes traveled all the way from my face down to the Louis Vuitton shoes I am wearing and to the 24-karat gold necklace ornamenting my neck. “You look… wow. I don’t even recognize you at all!” My heart suddenly melted because, after all, Maven and I were good friends back then. He was the only guy who treated me right and made me feel alive. It was great to see a familiar person here on the plane. At least, my thoughts won’t be flooded by some
I have researched Santorini before, and it was one of my travel bucket lists back when I was just the Rutherfords’ household maid and money provider. And a mere teenager. My mouth stretched into a smile because of that realization. And to think that this was all for free…‘I love my husband very much.’ Yes, my hatred towards him has already vanished now. And wherever Maven is, I hope he is happy without me. I hope he will remain successful in his endeavors. Even though I am physically here, I can’t stop telling myself that visiting Greece for the first time is indeed a dream come true. The weather, the scent, the people and scenery—everything is so perfect that one might think it is straight from my imagination. Santorini is the most popular Greek island. The sunset views from Oia, as far as I can remember, the northernmost village of this small island, are many people’s answer to the question, “What is Greece famous for?” While I fe