I scrunch my nose, playing with his shirt. “I understand now why you were so triggered by me calling myself Beta-Female.” “Yeah,” he pushes out a dry laugh. “As I found you I couldn’t stop thinking about how stupid I had been. How you could have been my Beta-Female, and wouldn’t have to cope with a
Artemisia “Is that why you said you didn’t want me as your mate?” My tears well up with tears as he nods. “Is that why you treated me like I was dirt? To make me hate you? And so make me reject you?” I ask, desperation taking over. “Yes,” he admits. “But it didn’t fucking work. You couldn’t stay
Artemisia“How are you so wet already?” he asks with a smirk, circling my clit with his finger. I moan, clasping his t-shirt, “Oh, shut up!” His smirk just gets broader, and he lets go of my hair, moving his other hand under my dress as well. “Get this off,” he growls, and I comply hurriedly, pul
Artemisia I remain clung onto him desperately as he moves his arms to sling them around my body, making me close my legs slightly and wrap them around his waist. “Damn, princess,” he pushes out, his chest heaving. After staying like this for a second, allowing our heartbeats to sync with each oth
Artemisia “I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Gray Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna.” I flinch as my feet touch the surface of the cold water and groan as the flashback of the day in which I accepte
Artemisia “All that shouting doesn’t really suit a pretty lady.” My brother chuckles as he walks into my bedroom. I scoff, rolling my eyes, continuing to sulk while staring outside the window. “It’s just not fair.” “A lot of things aren’t!” He simply states, getting me to turn around to look a
Artemisia He can’t be my mate. His scent would have overpowered everyone else’s easily and signaled me that he was near. I chew at my thumbnail while my thoughts keep running wild about the fact that all of this just doesn’t make any sense. Also, how bothersome it would be to have a Blackwood as
Artemisia Before my panic can rise drastically, I calm myself down, as his scent must have been enough for me to spot him as my second chance mate. And even if his scent is mouthwatering, it isn’t screaming mate. “Is that a quirk of yours?” I look at him confused, finding him smiling. The hell?!