Author POV:-Jonathan was restless. He kept turning and tossing under his blanket. It got a little too hot so he ended up kicking his blanket off the mattress. But now he felt cold. Why did he turned on the AC? Where did the damn remote control go?He checked under his pillow and found his phone instead.It's 2:30 am. No text from Trisha. Yet. He don't know where is she? Maybe she is Keven and Jennifer. Jonathan contemplated wether to text Trisha just to make sure.He hovered one finger above the keyboard, but then he pulled it away. Fuck. He knew this decision was a bad idea. Brandon was crying when Trisha left them after he outburst on her.He agreed because everyone in the group agreed. He didn't want to be a brat and just went along.He decided to text Keven instead. He saw him working late at the Studio on his was out the two hours ago. There's a chance he'd still be up.'Keven''You still up?' Jonathan Jonathan sighed as he watch the screen dimmed in front of him.'I just finis
Author POV:-Trisha stares into the flames of the bonfire, watching as it dances and flickers in the slight wind. It's a little nippy, but the weather is considered perfect for the full moon festival tonight, encouraging all the wolves in family to come out and play and flirt and dance the night away.She looks down and toes her bare feet into the soft sand, lifting up the hem of her wide leg pants to reveal a thin yellow gold ribbon tied around her left ankle.Its significance is large: at least what the doctor said. The doctor gave her pils and ribbon when she told him about his Alpha decison. Jonathan will never help her with her heat and according to the doctor if she didn't take the Alpha help she can die. The chances of her surviving during the heat is 80% but 20% is still not a joke.After that day she and Jonathan came back to Jonathan main house and others to. According to Sara they want to spend time with Trisha and they want the whole divorce process to go smoothly.And Jon
Author POV:-Brandon is furious, he tries to talk to Jonathan other day but he can't . But when he know what he did to Trisha, Brandon can't stop himself. They all are gone for some party and when they came back they heard from maids what Jonathan did to Trisha.Brandon entered inside Jonathan office without knock."You can't be this dense, Jonathan""What?""You have a mate. A pretty, desirable wife that you barely even talk to. You choose to spend your free times with other people, with your god-damn bitch who is being whispered about as your intended before Trisha intruded-""Wait, what?!"Brandon had sighed and folded his arms."Do me a favor. Put yourself in Trisha shoes. You are about to lose everything, your mate your family and your fututre. You don't even know where you will go after divorce. And your rut is coming and you want nothing but your mate scent but then you mate play a dirty game with you, looks like she doesn't desire your company, choosing to be with someone esle
Author POV:-It's over an hour and a half later before the person leave.Jonathan purposely ignores his cousions smirk and knowing look and hurries back to his mate, eager to see her, touch her, again.He knocks gently on the door and cracks it open when he gets no answer. Peeking his head inside, he sees Trisha is curled up in the middle of the big wooden bed, tiny and cute amidst an abundance of silk sheets, pillows and luxurious throws.He smiles and enters, walking over so he can place a kiss on Trisha head. As he straightens, he wonders if he should stay here or sleep in the other room. But he'd told Trisha be would be back and he keeps his words. Jonathan shut the light and candles save for the few by the bed. He lays down on one side of it, tucking an arm under his head, thinking about the events today. He is still a bit baffled by his own denseness. He still needs to let Trisha know that there is absolutely nothing between him and the other omega, besides a few necessary needs
Author POV:-Trisha breathing escalates; now she understands what Jonathan means by good pain. The greatest. She's never felt so stretched and so full, yet never anything so good as well, as if she can't get enough. It hurts when Jonathan plunges in, but when he withdraws, her skin can't help the suctioning, as if begging for them to come back.Trisha feels Jonathan lever up and position himself between her legs. Her eyes open, taking in the vision of Jonathan strong broad shoulders and chest, his toned 8 pack flexing.She can feel Jonathan rubbing the tip of his cock in her slick, coating it thoroughly. And then she feels it, the pressure from cock to her opening."So well, baby. So pretty and tight, just for me, right?"Trisha nods at the question, bringing her knees up to allow her mate more access. She grimaces when she feels the head enter, it being so much thicker than Jonathan fingers, stretching her tightly, her body learning to adhere to the discomfort.It's not unpleasant, b
Author POV:-Jonathan nuzzled his face into Trisha thighs. Sobbing uncontrollably when the omega tried prying him off. He was furious. Yes but more so confused as to why Trisha was acting this way. He thought he'd come home to his lover & cuddle as promised, watch a movie, and maybe kiss but nothing more because he knew Trisha was still sick."Please! Baby! Tell me why you're leaving me! I can't... you can't! You can't leave me!"Sobs.SMASH!Jonathan flinched seeing the glass of wine shattered by him, food being thrown all around and the box Trisha held tightly against her chest now flung at the other side of the room. His omega was-"I don't love you! I thought I could! But I couldn't and won't. Not after what you've put me through!"Jonathan mouth parted. His thin lips quivered as he stared up, meeting another bloodshot pair of eyes that burned with his. They were both broken."And you don't love me.""I do! Trisha! I fucking do... I- I lik-""No! Enough!"Jonathan lowered his head
Author POV:-Trisha still can't see the news and the moment infront of her. She couldn't believe she was here.Someone opened the door for her when the car came to a stop. The one guard who led her, met her on the other side to guide her into the building. Standing in the entrance was the cause of all Trisha problems. Her husband, the father of her pup, Jonathan Wisdom.He was smiling when he saw Trisha approach. "Welcome to my humble abode love." He greeted. Everyone else besides Trisha bowed.A bodyguard next to her shoved the back of her neck, forcing Trisha to bow as well. "Pay your respects." He hissed.Trisha face burned in shame. As per the tradition an Omega needs to respect her Alpha.Before Trisha could react, she heard a loud bang next to her sensitive ears. She screamed when the bodyguard dropped to the floor next to her, a bullet shaped hole in the middle of her forehead. Blood oozing out, painting the white tiles red. Trisha looked at Jonathan, eyes widen infear. The ot
Author POV:-It was late before Jonathan came home. He'd texted about an hour earlier to let Trisha know he was on his way. At least Jonathan kept to his habits of letting Trisha know. Trisha had decided to stay up, but was nodding off in the couch when two light hands rested on her shoulders and a soft kiss touched her cheek.Trisha's body came back to life and her hand found one of Jonathan."Hey, you."Jonathan wrapped his arms around Trisha chest and rested his chin on her shoulder."Hey."Somehow the tension that had built in Trisha body over the day, was slowly loosening. "Rough day?"Jonathan nodded. "It was, but work was nothing."Jonathan breathed in deeply. Trisha had been struggling all day and the guilt sat deep in Jonathan stomach."Do you really think we can pull it off?"Trisha turned her head and Jonathan loosened his hug a bit so Trisha could see his soft face."I do." She held her breath as Jonathan, without letting go of his hand, walked around and hunched down in f