By the time I was done with my last lecture for the day, the once quiet house was buzzing with good natured noise.Curious and bored of being by myself, I switched my comfortable clothes which was a sweat pants and tank top which I wore after taking a quick shower when I and Aiden had put the office in a conducive shape and changed to something presentable.By something presentable, I meant one of my newest skinny jeans and an emerald crop-top.I reddened as I remembered Aiden's comment of green being my color since it matched my eye color and brought out it's beauty.I snapped sense into my brain.After our conversation at the office which started off as light and friendly to straight up awkward, we had continued working in silence.Honestly, I didn't know how to act around him. It was like everything we said always came back to talks about mates and that was awkward as hell.Walking by the floor length mirror in my room, I noticed my hair was an image of a poorly crafted bird nest.

"What did he tell you?" I immediately asked Gus who was still snickering when I walked back to where he stood.Gus shrugged, still smiling cheekily. "Just his usual threats which I'm already immune and used to."I laughed. "You guys must be close."He nodded. "I guess. But not like he is with Asher, his Beta."We passed and older couple who waved at us. "You are close to Asher too?""Yes of course." He replied like it was obvious. "Asher is my elder brother."I paused on my track. "For real?"Had I been so oblivious or were they really not alike in anyway?While Asher was all serious and stiff, Gus was cheerful and friendly. I never could have made the connection.But when I stared at Gus. I could see the resemblance there. His dirty blonde hair, which was almost similar to Ashe

Gus was back, a playful but annoyed look gracing his face. "Are you done chopping the onions Gus?" Freya asked, looking behind him to check who was Manning the place she just left. He grumbled, plopping beside me. "Yes ma. Can't you have other workers do it? You have more than enough of them, yet you still want me in the kitchen." Freya kissed her teeth. "That's to teach you that you can't outgrow kitchen work boy." "But I'm a grown man ma!" He nothing but wailed, causing me to smile amusedly. Freya nodded, as if to confirm his statement. "I know. That's part of the plan too." He turned to look at my plate of food, his eyes widening in horror. "Mama! You can't stuff her with food!" "She's not complaining." Countered Freya which was very true. "And besides, she should eat alot. She's very skinny." I blushed under their scrutinizing gazes as I silently ate my food. "Right when I was human and now, I've alw

Aiden's hand was warm as he led me into the house once we returned from Soul Kitchen. You could hear the loud and furious beat of my heart.  It filled my ears like a loud drum as his touch invaded my senses. The heat of his touch spread all over my body from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet. I had never felt anything like it before. It was like he took a torch and lit my whole body on fire. My body was hot and soft and very much in need of special kind of attention. It didn't help that his hand has not left my body since we walked out of Soul Kitchen. For reasons only known to us, we had left Soul Kitchen right before Freya was about to serve Aiden his very favorite dish. It was like telepathy, the way we'd just stood up in sync. Aiden's hunger for food forgotten. Or was it something else? I was sure he could feel the things I was feeling at the moment. The instant pull and overwhelming liquid fire. He had said it himself. And

I could feel his full straining member against his jeans. Begging and pleading to break free. Not helping myself, I brushed my tingling palm against it. Its warmness sipping through the hard jeans. And he froze. I gulped, both at the feel of his length and the sharp pleasure that went straight to my core.  Aiden stopped his pleasurable assault in an instant. And that left me confused. How could he stop when I'd been so lost, so tucked away into the place he'd taken me to. I tried to catch my breath. "What's the matter?" His intense, dark gaze held mine in a hypnotizing lock as he struggled to hold himself back. "We shouldn't take it this far love." When my face showed confusion, he gestured to his hard, straining member. I followed his gaze and found myself salivating. Its imprint on the jeans, held it captive, so apparent and intimidating. All I thought of was how that would fit. But I had a more important matter. "Why no