Elaine Lenard BrockettHer bags were packed, her bed made, and her make-up on.Had she borrowed the supplies that Muaas offered despite them being Ruby’s shade, yes. She could have refused and stood strong in her individuality, but there was something about beating Ruby at her game that appealed to her.Similar to when Adrian couldn’t stop staring at her when she wore Ruby’s gown. It was evident that he liked the piece on her, so perhaps this time, it will work in her favour again.A sigh escaped her.All this, the make-up and packing, was done over an hour ago, so what the hell was taking Muaas so long? Leon said that he would convince him to come, so why had an hour passed on his watch?An unfamiliar nurse, male and clearly too big for his uniform, stood by the door and knocked."Can I help you?"She asked the nurse, trying her best to keep her irritation at bay."I have been asked to escort you to the car."Her heart fluttered."By the Alpha, right? Why didn't he come to escort me
"Ruby..."Adrian’s call echoes in my mind as his large hands part the flesh of my ass so that his shaft can sink deeper inside me.My limp and jelly-like legs hang on his elbows while he continues to fuck me on his feet. I am uncomfortable, but that is only because he has me in his arms as if I am a sex doll that weighs nothing and worse…the position makes it so that my clit slaps against his flesh each time he thrusts into me.Another cry escapes me as my hands leave the security of his shoulders to gaze at the blue of his eyes."Ruby..."He calls again, his mouth eerily close to my ears.A nagging fear tells me that he intends to bite my nape, but instead, he spins my body roughly and presses me against the wall—no traps me with the wall because now there is no way out no matter how much I wish to fight the cold embracing my back.Resistance is futile; my body feels like jelly, my nails claw his back, and my lips cry out as my orgasm inches to its climax because he has yet to stop p
Katherine Dill."‘I see’? Did you just say, ‘I see’? Dominic, you bashed his head in!"I have always hated whiney people; I hate how I sound like them now, but I don’t know how else I can get my point across because he feels a little too calm.“I did, and you are overreacting, don’t you think?”“Over- overreacting; what has he even done to you?”“Exactly, overreacting because you don’t even know what he has done to me.”Am…I- am I having a stroke right now?“Plus, he is still alive, is he not?”Dominic uses his foot to poke the man whose blood trickles to the ground—the man groans.“See, overreacting.”"I don't care that he is ‘still alive’. That's a crime. You don’t just physically assault someone like that! It’s wrong and- oh God, what if he has a concussion?""If you insist on smoking, change the brand."He utters.“What?”“The brand you smoke, change it. It's not a good one.”Since when is smoking good for any- wait a minute!"Hey, don’t change the topic; what did he do to you to
"We’ll move the play set here and have the entire area be a rest or recess space for the kids, and then….”Sally’s voice is soothing; its soothing nature makes it easy to tune out.It's evening now, and besides the delicious-looking sandwiches brought, I haven't eaten much else today.Stress is slimming, one would say, but anymore, and I might just give myself ulcers."You look even worse than before you went out for coffee."Sally utters—weird, she was directing the workers a few seconds ago, so how come she is squatting before me?I really am the common denominator because why am I still not happy? Wasn’t leaving Ketria supposed to change everything? Why do I feel so numb?My mind flashes to Dominic before an inner groan fills me.He shouldn’t be the one to thrill me; a married man should never- should never make me feel this way."I'm fine, just a headache, and I guess I’m-""Guys!"A young man, I think his name is Craig, storms inside the enclosed workspace, commanding everyone’s
His mouth is rough against mine as he forces my lips open, not that I fight him. It doesn't matter that there is smoke around us, that we are in public or in a dirty alleyway that many may have fucked in. None of that matters because his expert hands squeezing my ass make my centre throb enough that I forget I am somewhat royalty being held by a simple man—he is a bartender, right? A moan escapes me, one he swallows all too greedily, giving me no chance at sanity as his tongue strokes the roof of my mouth, shuddering me. “What is it?” He asks as he breaks the kiss. One of his hands move from my ass to cup my chin forcefully. “You are mine, yet…” He pulls my face to him and sniffs me before letting out a groan at my scent. “What is it…what is it that makes my wolf confused? You are my mate, right? You feel what I feel…don’t you, Katherine.” He sounds unsure. I want to tell him that I am his mate, that I made a mistake and marked another, but that the mark was temporary. I want
"Kath-" "Don't say it...don't say anything." I urge with one of my hands still raised to the air as if I could magically command him should he insist. Stepping away from him is hard; his scent is so sweet that I feel as if I am floating on the ground. My insides feel giddy, my centre throbs ridiculously, while my knees, shit…why are they so weak? Why does each step I take away from him seem like the last? "Katherine!" His yell stills my movements. I want him to call me Ruby; I want him to say my name in his voice that melts me, but instead of yielding to my fantasies, I bite my tongue. It hurts; perhaps I bit too hard, but then again, the pain helps me keep my eyes from fluttering shut when he nears me again. I should run. I should, but...I can't—I can barely keep upright. His hand reaches mine, pulling me back to his cinnamon and coconutty scent; are males supposed to smell this good or has the goddess tailored him for me? His gaze arrests my lips that remain parted because,
I'm overthinking this.I need someone to tell me that I am overthinking because why the hell did I mention the word ‘rejection’ to my mate?Well, whether I am overthinking this or not, I need some time alone, especially time when I am not in heat, to think this through.My legs feel weak, my centre wet, and I can still hear his footsteps behind me as I walk hurriedly to a cab."Stop following me!"I utter as I turn to him; we are at least a few meters apart."‘Stop following you’?”He repeats with a scoff, just like the last two times I have uttered that phrase to him.“Yes, stop.”I turn to him, this time willing to pursue the conversation.“No. Do you have any idea how aroused you smell? How the hell am I supposed to ‘stop following you’ when your scent calls all the hot-blooded wolves in the area?"He asks in a tone that spells his disappointment in me."I know basic self-defence.""Then can you fight me? Because wolves my size are common here, so if the answer is no, you need me t
Trigger Warning: Child Abuse & Physical AbuseI cannot seem to control my pacing; my feet take me to the heated kettle and back before I recall the chamomile tea bag that I meant to place on the teacup before the water reaches its boiling point.What is one supposed to do when the wife of the man they are supposed to be with shows up by their door with their child to beg that they leave their marriage alone?In my case, I asked them to come in, and now I intend to serve them tea—or stall with tea while I hide in the makeshift kitchen section of my hotel room.Luckily enough, the child has fallen asleep, but I am still petrified—I am the sinner here, right?"You don't have to pretend to be hospitable."A familiar voice jolts me.It’s Vivian; she is leaning by the wall near the door."The least I can do is make you a cup of tea."I respond almost immediately, rather before I can take in the miserable way her mascara runs on her face."Right! I certainly would enjoy a cup of tea from a w