-CLEO’S POV* “What are you doing here?” “I brought lunch,” Blayne spoke in a hypnotic tone, lifting his right hand with the brown paper bag and putting it down. The entire time, he stood in place drooling over the sight of my pink dripping pussy. He licked his lips and his tongue stayed between them. “Hmm,” I seductively bounced my eyes to his awakened crotch. “I told you to stay at work.” Every fiber in me sprang high with arousal and excitement. “You asked for tampons and I thought maybe you needed them urgently so I quickly went to the store and got a few.” He lifted his other arm with the full shopping bag as he went on, “You did not mention the brand but I got as many options as possible.” His lustful gaze on my open pussy has it throbbing for his attention. He made the cutest frown. “How could you party without me?” “It’s my body.” My comment sank his demeanor a tad bit. Lust prevailed and he licked his lips again. I do not close my legs. It was clearly an open invitation.

-CLEO'S POV- Why would visitors be here? Being cautious, I went into defense mode and prudently strolled over to the door. I peeked through the peephole and saw a sophisticated man and stylish woman standing with Zoe in the center. Who were they? I opened the door halfway and the classy youthful woman smiled brilliantly at me. Her brown eyes sparkled with glee as she tucked stray strands of her wavy burgundy brown hair behind her right ear. The sexy black double-breasted, slim-fitted two-piece suit with stilettos that she wore, put together well with the black purse in her hand made her able to turn any man’s eye. While the suave man was dressed in a monochromatic ensemble of a solid black formal shirt and pants, looking me up and down, scrutinizing me. Though he had ash-brown hair and light beige eyes, his face was vaguely familiar. "Why the fuck do you have my daughter?" I was prepared to mutilate them whether they were aristocrats or not for interfering with my daughter. Tog

-CLEO’S POV-After messing with Darlene, I wondered how Blayne would react when the news got out. Malik reluctantly came with me. I did not give him a choice in the matter. He whined pathetically that escorting me to the fetish club might result in Blayne killing him. Additionally, I had breached confinement, which would be another scale of punishment for him. Nervously, he stood by and watched me serve the bitch up a torturous session.See, I replied to her email and told her that I’d be at the fetish club and at what time. I figured that Blayne was very dominant in the bedroom and so I ordered her to make preparations for me. She had to inversely handcuff herself to the end of the bed facing down.Wearing a mask, as directed by Malik, I arrived with a whip in my hand. Malik handled the bouncers at the front of the detached three-story building. I had on tight-fitted high-waist black jeans and a black corset top. My blonde hair was loosely down and combed back, and minimal makeup.Fr

-BLAYNE’S POV- “What are you doing?” The early morning sun was already up when I came home from patrolling the borders to find Cleo packing her suitcases in the closet. All three were open as she went back and forth with clothes from the hanger and drawers. She was freshly showered in a blue and white striped camisole top and blue jeans shorts. Smelling heavenly, her hair was in a messy bun on top. I could gawk at her forever in amazement. It’s fucking insane how everything she does makes me want to compliment her. “I am moving out.” She moved around in the closet gathering her clothes from the hangers. “Why?” Stunned, I grasped her arms to hold her still. My heart was breaking and my wolf howled inside of me. The mate bond snagged at me with a burning gash. She rolled up the yellow yoga pants in her hands and dropped it into the suitcase. “It’s not fair for me to continue the living arrangements when my people are lacking on many levels. It’s causing a rift between us. I should b

-CLEO’S POV- Blayne was being impossible! The housebound was abolished, howbeit he wanted me to stay in the apartment like a blasted house rat. He was probably in a bad mood due to the argument we had this morning. I was the same. We argued and made up, and then argued again. The confinement of the dwelling made it insufferable to stay there. Blayne should hurry up with options that I could use to make my people feel contented. They were still homeless, alienated, and restless. The date tonight had better be worth it or else I will move out. Today, as usual, I went to the camping site. Even though Sheldon was usually helpful to everyone, his snobbery persisted. He had a genuine love for our people. The thing that disturbed them the most was what I was doing away from them. Was I having fun with my mate or badgering the Alpha King about our plight? The arrest remained untold. Again, I gave them a lengthy speech and reassured them that we were working on habitats while we set up add