My chest heaves as I see his eyes widen, and I feel my heart squeeze in my chest. “I’m so sorry!” I whimper, cursing myself out because all I can do is think of Fynn. And I can’t possibly kiss another man if my mind is consumed by the desire for him coming to claim me. Straightening his spine sli
My lovelies Please accept my apologies in advance! I'm currently in my exam prep, and my thesis is due by the 27th of May, so I will not be able to update daily for a short period of time. After that, I will have a bit more air to breathe and also write. By the end of June, I will finally be over
Artemisia The next few days, I submerged myself in preparations for the big ball and the work with the pups. Even if my mates are back to avoiding me most of the time, I still have some cute encounters with Logan or Matthew from time to time when they get to catch me alone, which helps me through
I smile at her, gulping. “Then I’m glad. I really like you, and would hate to see you hurt.” Even if her words should make me calm down, the way she says them, and her laugh paired with how she moves as she says them, make me doubt that they are honest. But I shake my head, dismissing the thought,
Artemisia I’m officially pissed. Raging wouldn’t even describe my internal whirlwind that is creating total havoc. “And if you could check with Astrid. The annual excursion with the pups usually takes place before the ball,” Cayden doesn’t even look at me as he goes through the to-dos scribbled i
“It’s alright, Missy. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” He pulls up his pants, lowering his shirt before he sits back down. “The story about her not being Luna-material worthy was a story we fed to the pack members. It is important that their Alpha remains strong in their eyes, and well, able to keep
Artemisia I don’t think that a scale from one to ten would suffice. The next day, I’m back at my favourite painting spot, just painting my embarrassment and pain from my soul while Cassy keeps making me want to tear her out of my body with my own hands. ‘See, a little bit more effort and he could
“I- I…” I have just begun to stutter as our attention gets caught by a strange rattling sound. We look up simultaneously to see the bucket reach the border of the scaffold and empty itself over us. I only have enough time to bury myself against his chest and he moves away in reflex but can’t preve