He didn't have to ask me to breathe again as I automatically started breathing hungrily. He took a step backward after a few minutes, but I clutched his shirt, pulled him towards me, and continued smelling him. My bliss ended when suddenly the scent was gone. I opened my eyes and tried to sniff him more but found nothing. "Are you alright, Aadhya?" he asked me. I don't know why but tears welled up in my eyes, and my lower lip trembled. "I am unable to smell that '' I told him like a five-year-old, but I have no shame in accepting that because I wanted to smell that scent. He looked at me with concentration for a few minutes and then slowly removed my hands from his shirt and took a step backward. "Sorry, I should not have asked about something without knowing its effect," he apologized and again went towards the bench, "and sorry for the scent. I did the best I could think at that time," he said, and finally I understood what that scent was... {you should stay far from that scent un
I can feel the volcano of emotions bursting within me - anger, jealousy, possessiveness, irritation, pain, betrayal, and some that I can't even know, but I do know one thing very clearly, and that is... I DON'T HAVE ANY RIGHT TO SAY ANYTHING IN THIS CASE... {why don't I have a right? I am his mate. She is the one who doesn't have any right and is clinging on to him} ... I shook my head to remove these thoughts and tightened the hold around Dee's hand. I looked at Alpha, who still had stern expressions, but I could see a little softness in his eyes. "Behave, Lily," he suddenly said sternly, but she didn't even flinch. She started sobbing more loudly and clutched him harder. "I love you, Ryan, don't send me back," she said while sobbing... {Can I go somewhere?} "Don't make me use my authority over you, Lily," he said in a deadly calm voice, making me question his relationship with her. The way she is clutching him or expressing her love clearly shows that she had been in a romantic re
I cursed under my breath, and my eyes landed on the source of that squeaky shriek. A man is standing there with a shocked expression on his face. I stood from the ground and grumpily said sorry to him. I was about to cross him when he came and stood before me. I looked at him and knew he was also a werewolf by his build and smell. I cocked an eyebrow towards him, and an arrogant smirk came on his lips. "If I knew that nowadays beautiful girls have started falling from trees instead of fruits, then I would have built a treehouse on every tree of the crescent moon pack," he said while smirking and checking me out. I looked at him dumbfounded, and he looked at me as if expecting some reply... {Do I need to reply?} ... I asked myself and finally decided to ignore him and walk away. I was about to cross him when he grabbed my wrist, and by instinct, I flipped his hand, took hold of his wrist, and twisted it around his back while I put my left hand on his shoulder and kicked his legs, and h
Ryan's POV - "But..." before she asked me more, I dragged her out of the house and started walking towards the woods. "Have you ridden the wolf earlier?" I asked her, and when she didn't reply, I looked at her and found her nodding her head... "damn woman, use words." {Oh, come on, she is cute, dude} "Yeah," she told me, but suddenly the feeling of jealousy surged in me... {who had she ridden before?} ... I took deep breaths to calm myself, and as soon as we reached the edge of the woods, I turned toward her. "Well, we are in a hurry now, but you are going to tell me in detail which wolf you have ridden earlier," I said to her in a calm yet threatening voice, and she nodded casually... {she seriously needs to get scared of me.... at least a little} ... I transformed into my wolf 'king' and looked at her. "I know you are wealthy and all, but there is no need to tear your expensive clothes like that," she scolded the king, and he rolled his eyes... {she seriously has bad timing} ...
"That's my theory. As far as I know, Amara believes that I died two years ago in the attack that she had planned. So, I don't think she has any reason to target Aadhya," she concluded, and this made me worry more. None of us said anything for a few minutes as all three of us were tangled in our thoughts, but finally, Aadhya broke the silence. "I need to ask you something, gramma" Shira looked at her and nodded "what is my age?" as soon as Aadhya asked this, I saw shock clouding Shira's eyes, but she covered it within a second, "Amara told us that you cured Ryan and me, but how can you treat both of us at the same time, we have a seven-year age difference in us." Shira looked startled for a few minutes, but soon she took a shaky breath and turned her chair completely towards Aadhya. "I am not going to lie this time, Aadhya. You deserve to know the truth" she closed her eyes and continued, "After curing Ryan and spending time with Amara, I felt that something was wrong with her, but I
As soon as we entered the dungeons, the familiar smell of blood, silver, and wolfsbane invaded my nose. I looked at aadhya, who had blank expressions on her face, but the fury in her eyes was hard to ignore. I can't even blame her for getting mad or feeling hatred toward Amara... {If I had been in her place, then I would surely have become insane from anger by now.} "Don't kill her, babe," I tried to ease the tension. "You can't use mate bond to lessen my fury," she said and looked at me. I rubbed the back of my neck in nervousness... {don't act nervous in front of her} ... "Well, dad used to use this technique on mom, and it always worked on her," I explained to her, and she took a deep calming breath. "We don't have the same relationship as theirs," she pointed out, and it actually hurts. "A guy can try," I muttered, but she heard it clearly. "Listen, Ryan; I don't want to act bitchy with you, but..." I put my hand on her mouth before she completed her sentence... {maybe my tou
Aadhya's POV - How can I forget the obsession of Gramma for cleanliness? Mumma used to tease her by calling her a 'clean freak,' but none of us ever dared to make a mess when she was at home. I don't know how Ryan is still calm and is doing everything I was saying, but I don't think he would like Gramma to take charge of his house like that. He came out of the bathroom wearing a vest and lower. He is rubbing the towel in his wet hair... {damn, that's the most beautiful sight I have seen till today} ... I tried to move my gaze from him, but it was extremely hard. "Can you explain what all that is about?" he asked me, and finally, I averted my gaze from him. "She thinks this is my home as we are mates, and she is a clean freak," I explained and put my now clean knives on the side table. "I will collect them later, but I think fifteen minutes are going to be over soon. We should go downstairs," I told him and got out of the room. I went downstairs where no sign of blood was visible now
"Is she really going to be like that?"...This is the third time when Ryan is asking me the same thing with the same hope ... {he is horrified to hear all those things from gramma. Truthfully, I can't blame him. I am also embarrassed.} "Well, now I understand why Mumma used to scold gramma when she said something that I could not understand at that time" I shook my head with a little smile, and Ryan groaned, "just try to ignore her." "It's hard, especially when my mate is in front of me and I can't even take her in my arms", he mumbled grumpily, and I looked at him with wide eyes at his honesty. As soon as he realised what he had said, his eyes also got wide "Shit, sorry about that", he said and looked everywhere but me. "I am just not in my proper senses," he said, but I could see his ears turning a light shade of red... {Is he blushing?} He coughed and tried to mask his flustered expressions. "So, what have you thought about your stay?" he asked me, trying to avoid awkwardness. "I