ASTRID.My heart belongs to this man; I can’t deny the attraction that sparks between us. It’s always there, mates or no mates. And, I will rather be in this man’s strong arms than in anybody’s.One thing is clear: Zeke Rossi can kiss. His hand move over to my shirt and I place my hand around the nape of his back for support, kissing him with the same amount of passion.I have missed this so much; I want to go back to how we were before.“Excuse me?” There’s a cough and I stop first, glancing at the woman whose face has gone beat red, her hand twists around her apron and she sighs, sheer embarrassment written on her face. “I have to close up now, it’s getting late and I have to feed my cat.”It’s my turn to go beat red. Kissing in the back booth of a bakery at night? It’s like I am doing something reckless, like sneaking out when I was a teenager- and let me be honest, never had I sneaked out before.Zeke, on the other hand, does not seem the least bit concerned with the woman’s embar
ZEKE.“We are making changes, we are pushing the wedding forward.” Preston says as he hands us the invitation to his wedding. Madam Yv gasps and Logan rolls his eyes, clearly not impressed.Gus is busy on his phone, dude has been stuck to his phone for the past few days now. I am starting to get worried for my best-friend. It must hurt seeing other people move on, fall in love, get married while you are stuck in well, nowhere.“When, darling?” Gus’ mother asks, she seems so particularly interested in other people’s love life than her son’s.“The day after tomorrow.” Preston blurts out. “Are you insane?” Gus looks up from the phone, “You can’t get married in less than two days, how are you going to make the arrangements?”“Why?” Logan furrows her brows into a frown. We all perk our ear towards Preston, checking the time on my wristwatch; I have less than a few more hours before I can go meet Astrid in the restaurant that I picked.It’s been hours since I have seen her again and damn,
ASTRID.I bite my lips, staring into his darkened blue eyes, I want this so much.“Go down on your knees, baby and take my cock into that gorgeous mouth of yours.” His command runs down my spine and I obey, going down on my knees, I unzip his trousers and take out his cock.Slowly, I slid it down my throat, until I hit the point where my eyes water, I whimper, before falling in length, licking and sucking until I am drenched.“Fuck, baby.” Zeke’s hand digs into my hair and yanks me deeper. “That feels so good,”My body pulses with need, as his groan fills the car, there’s something so powerful in having Zeke Rossi at my mercy, I increase my pace, driving him harder into my mouth, just when I am about to go deeper, he yanks my hair back, pulling me away from him.“You are going to be the end of me,” He mumbles darkly, before pushing me on the leather seat and towering above.“You should have thought of the consequences before putting this dress on tonight,” His hands move to the zipper
CLEO.Katherine stares out the window, looking dazed, whenever we come to coffee shops, she always picks the seat near the window. One time I tried asking her about it, and her reply shocked me.“Staring out the window at the numerous people passing by is just calming, you see someone walk by, but you don’t know what they are going through, I try to imagine the pain they are carrying about.” She had said.There are two mugs of coffee, barely untouched, and a plate of two grilled turkey sandwiches. Katherine has eaten a part of hers, but mine is untouched. I just don’t feel like eating, maybe because the anticipation that’s curling in the pit of my stomach is enough to make me weak.We are waiting for two more people, they are always late, I don’t know why but it just irks me when people come late.The door chimes and Katherine’s eyes bob towards the entrance, Kai walks in, he’s dressed casually in a t-shirt and sweatpants, he doesn’t bother with the greetings, he just takes the chair
GUS.It’s one thing to open the door and see someone you actually know and the other to open the door to Cleo. What’s she doing here? Is the first question that comes to mind.She never comes here, so why is she here suddenly?I can’t deny the fact that my lips feel dry to the core. “Yes,” My voice comes out lamely as I stretch open the door and watch her step into the villa. I can’t deny the fact that her perfume wafts into my nostrils as she passes by.I lead her to the living room, “You can have a seat. Do you want anything? Coffee? Tea? Biscuits?”She sits down, staring around in wonder, but then her eyes soften, “I am okay, thanks.”I take a seat beside her, trying my best to create distance between us on the couch. She senses this and her face falls. I shouldn’t be doing this, letting her in the house is a red flag. If Zeke walks in right now, he will send her sprawling out, but considering the fact that I am the only here in the house, I should just hear her out.I want closure,
ASTRID. Is it day, is it night? The room is dark, so dark. I can barely make out the shape of the room. There's a tiny window above the room. It’s shielded with curtains, cuffs by cuffs. I have been here for long enough. I don’t even know how many years have passed, I don’t even count the days. I think five years have passed since I have last been here. My life hasn’t always been like this. My father, the Alpha, and my mother, the Luna ruled our pack with much valor. I was seventeen then, almost a year to my eighteenth birthday when I would be handed the position, my father had started training me, my mother had been showing me the guideline for finding my true mate. Then. It started. The war that destroyed my life, I could never forget that night, the fire, the wailing, we were running, my mother and I. My father had stayed behind for the war, he instructed us to keep running. My mother had fainted on the cold grass while we were running, I crouched to my knees, my eyes welling
ASTRID. I stand there, shock still washing over me. He hisses under his breath and jostled me outside of the cell. "Follow me." He says, his hands tightening around the edge of my arm. I can’t even remember the last time I had walked on my legs. We climbed a few ancient stairs, the light propping through my face. My eyes shut due to the light, because it's been a really long time. As we passed the ancient stairs, I saw the portraits that lined up the wall. The portraits are the only thing my father cherished. It consists of every bloodline in the Alpha family, each family picture taken according to each generation. At least. That’s one thing Alpha Lucien didn’t take away from us. I stare at my great-grandmother, the previous Alpha. My grand-father. My father, and then me. The picture was taken on my seventeenth birthday, I had worn my finest gowns, my mother had even dabbled my face with powder. I stare at my seventeen year old self. The light long blonde hair that had always rule
ASTRID. I stay there on the bed, sweat clanging towards my forehead. I can’t move, I can’t even stare up at him. His cologne spiked my nostrils hard, shivering. I look away. "Look at me." He says, his voice hard as gravel. With a pounding heart, my gaze locked with me, and oh. He’s way more different than his father, his wavy brown hair stops below the baseline of his neck, his eyes blue deep as the ocean. There's something on his neck, a tattoo of a dragon. I swallow, another rush of apprehension pounding through me. "What do you want from me?" I managed to ask weakly, my voice trembling. The room tightens around me, my wolf almost stumbling through her knees. "You want to know what I want from you?" I hear the most dreadful chuckle. He takes a seat beside the edge of the bed. It creaks above me. I shiver. He grabs my chin roughly and forces me to look at him, I stare at his fine face, tears threatening to rush down my face. The tip of his finger grazes my jaw, he chuckles. "