*Poppy*
Don't give up. Don't give up. Please don't give in to him.
I repeated in my head, surrendering to his skilled movements as a dancer. I loved dancing with him. He taught me every step and every rhythm, and he now led me across the dance floor with such grace and precision that I couldn't help but admire his skills.
Please don't give in to him. Not now. Do not give up.
I cheered myself on, remembering who was holding me in my arms. The sparks, the warmth that suddenly filled me, and the attraction that was impossible to ignore spoke for itself. I danced with a traitor. I danced with Seamus, my still-tying mate. His scent still made me feel attracted to him, his body still fit mine perfectly, and his voice still sent shivers of pleasure when he spoke to me.
*Poppy*"Where are you rushing? You'll get tangled in that pretty dress and fall over."Logan caught me just before I could run into a wall. In my reverie, and the lack of visibility through my teary eyes, I didn't notice that I was aiming for a wall, not a door, to check on my daughter."H-he. I-I didn't. He-he knows. Oh, my Goddess."I stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence due to my panicked state. Seamus was just down the stairs, probably gloating at his victory over me, knowing full well that with Tanner out of the picture, my claims were not valid. And the validation of the bond between us could be easily fixed by public rejection after listening to some stupid, meaningless scolding."Hold on, Poppy. Slow down and breathe." Logan recommended as he noticed my trembling body. I started taking deep breaths, still trembling in his grip."Breathe with me, Poppy. One – inhale. Two – exhale. Good. One more time." He instructed, and I followed.My body was slowly obeying his comm
*Poppy*I bit down on the next towel Anastasia handed me, but it didn't stop my screams. My claws dug into the wooden floor, tearing out pieces as I vented my pain. My body had no strength to shake, and sweat poured down me like a downpour. I was getting weaker every second, and the pain in my lower abdomen spread throughout my body like lava."How much longer?" Daliah asked, wiping my forehead, although it didn't provide any relief."I don't know. I have no idea how much longer that bastard will do this to her." Anastasia replied with concern, trying to ease Iris's pain, "It's the second day in a row and another hour without a break." She added, keeping her hands on my back and gently stroking it."Who allowed her to do this? Let's do something. Otherwise, the injuries will be chronic, and she won't even get to court on her own." Daliah started screaming hysterically, grabbing her hair,"Holy shit, Poppy, he's not worth it!" She turned to me, trying to look into my cloudy eyes, "Let
*Andrew*Amara and I were drinking the last drops of blood from our donors today when the door to our dining hall opened with a bang, and Saul and Dimitri entered with a brisk step, covered in blood, mud, and torn clothes, chatting enthusiastically."What the fuck do you think you are doing? I told you not to come in like scum into a dive bar. You'll dirty the whole floor, and you know how much Sybilla hates that." I growled, watching their dirty boots leave marks on the marble.Amara dropped the limp body she drained on the table, making sure that not a single drop of blood fell on the floor. She walked away from the table, clicking her cornflower blue stilettos on the floor, swaying her hips, tightly dressed in leather pants. Her catlike moves always turned me on, especially when she was full and ready for fun. My penis came to life again today just watching my beloved. Amara hissed as she grabbed Saul by the throat, squeezing and lifting him off the floor."You are the one who has
*Andrew*I watched the delivery Caspian made today, and I was surprised. He smiled as everyone was transferred into the separation cell, clearly pleased with his catch. His yellowed teeth beamed into a vast, if unattractive, smile as he feasted his eyes on the forty conquests in the cell."As you can see, my Lord. We have quite a variety of flavors today. From juicy young and fresh food to intoxicating sweets and protein-rich masses." He boasted, pointing to a few that deviated from the norm.I stood in the shadows, allowing my men to select and place each group in separate cells. Their screams and cries were nothing out of the ordinary, although it should not have surprised them that they had just ended up in the sorting room when they dared to enter my territory without prior permission."Please. I beg you,
*Poppy*I was fidgeting in the backseat, clutching my documents. Outside the window, the trees merged into a beautiful landscape of colors, from dark greens to browns, oranges, and reds. Autumn has come. I loved this time of year the most.Not only did nature spoil us with colors, but the air smelled different. Evening walks seemed more romantic. Morning runs gave me energy, and pumpkin dishes were one of my favorites. Not to mention autumn evenings with wine and reading by the warm fireplace.I sighed as I considered my romance novel collection, which decorated the living room bookcase. I also remembered the smell of a caramel candy apple latte on the table and the tender stroking of my partner sitting with me on the couch."We are approaching the gate. Prepare for inspection."My driver said over his shoulder as he turned onto a wide gravel road in the middle of a multicolored forest.My heart leaped into my throat, and my grip on the documents tightened. There was no turning back. I
*Poppy*The office was huge and elegantly decorated, but it was also intimidating. I nervously walked to one of the petitioners' chairs and waited for permission to sit down.The Queen gestured to a chair, and I quickly sat, watching as King Alexander walked over to his large oak desk and sat down in his giant leather chair, staring at me with a slightly offended expression. Queen Anastasia stood at his side and put her hand on his shoulder, pressuring him to behave."'How may I help you, Luna Hopkins?" the King asked, clasping his hands before him."Or should I say, Mrs. Hopkins? Because Luna isn't your title anymore." He added, slightly lowering his voice to a cold one.I gulped, glanced at the documents in my hands, and cleared my throat. I looked bravely into his eyes, placed the documents on his desk, and straightened up in my chair."I would like to request the opportunity to exercise Luna's Law." I sang loudly, almost shouting. I quickly corrected my tone and repeated it, quiet
*Poppy*I stood at the sink, washing the dishes after breakfast, looking out the window for my swift, agile little girl. She moved incredibly fast for a girl of almost five, rivaling an eight-year-old's strength.My pride and joy just flashed past my window like lightning bolts, and all I noticed was her blonde hair floating in the wind."Gem, please don't run so fast. And don't get too far away," I lectured my naughty daughter, laughing as I heard her groan in exasperation."But I'm training to outdo Trevor in the upcoming races." Gemma climbed onto the bench by the kitchen window and stuck out her sweet, chubby, wind-red face, piercing me with her big, intense blue eyes."Honey, Trevor is ten years old and Alpha's son." I reminded her, leaning down to look at her through the glass. "Besides, no one will allow you to compete in senior events. Your age group is not yet allowed to compete in official ranking events, and from what Ms. Coltrane told me, you have been suspended from the e
*Logan*I glanced at the road before me with an absentminded face. I looked at the navigation panel and sighed at the sight of another two hours of driving before I reached my destination. I've never wanted to tear Lex apart as much as I do now. Not only did he turn me into an errand boy, but he only gave me two days to do so."Who does he think he is? Almighty?" I drawled as I stepped on the gas.'He's a king, so technically he's almighty. He can even give orders to a pompous asshole like you.' Gunnar, my lycan, mocked.'Thanks for your support, pal. We'll see who's an asshole when you have to sleep with that red-headed witch.' I told him off.Gunnar was furious when we mentioned the pompous, cynical woman who gave us a headache. His distaste for Princess Margo mirrors my own for her human form, Matilde. Just the thought of this woman makes me want to vomit. Not that she's ugly or gross, but every meeting ends with arguments and destruction for some reason. We seem not to get along a