I slowly walked towards it, recognizing the young girl from earlier. She stood poised with a bow in hand, her intent focus fixed on a circular target on the trunk of a nearby tree. The marked lines on the trunk show the girl had been practicing her archery for quite some time. Quietly leaning against a nearby garden fixture, I watched her. Her small face contorted in a deep frown as if she was going to throw a hand to the tree. With each attempted shot at the target, her arrows repeatedly missed the mark, and she would let out a deep sigh. "Hey, your arms seem a bit shaky," I commented as I approached the young girl, noticing her tensed posture and unsteady grip. Startled by my sudden appearance, the girl looked at me in shock, took a step back, and bowed nervously. I chuckled softly, "Oh, no need for that. I am just a guest here." The girl hesitantly raised her head, looking at me. “No, you're not a guest. You're the Alpha’s Mistress.” “And you think that's an importa

Nicholas insisted on tidying up, brushing off my offer to help. He was just simply stubborn. So, I decided to roam around as he cleaned up our little mess. It is also to make the food go down. I wandered among the shelves, trailing my fingers over the spines of the books. The piles of books are fascinating since they all look classic and just ancient. While looking, my gaze landed on one of the books where a piece of paper slipped out. I grabbed the book, saw the title as Forbidden Devotion, and found a nearby table. Perched on the edge of the table, I eagerly flipped through the pages. But instead of a story, I stumbled upon a stash of folded papers nestled within the book's pages. “Woah” I blurted, carefully putting the papers back in place. I carefully unfolded the letter on the top. My eyes widened as I delved into the letter. My brows furrowed intensely as I read its intense words that seemed like a passionate love confession. I could feel the flush creeping up my

He pushed two fingers past my entrance, and my hands lowered to tug at his hair. “You like that, huh?” he laughed. His husky laugh filled the room, and the burst of his hot air hit my tender nub. I squirmed, attempting to increase the pressure. The wet sound of his fingers stroking in and out drove me higher in intense pleasure. “Come for me, baby.” Promise shimmered in his words. I sucked in a hoarse breath, and when his mouth closed over my clitoral area and I sucked, I released it in a scream. Pleasure ripped through me, darting down my legs as he continued to drink it. I was in a haze and too occupied with his tongue in my center to think about anything else. After my thighs relaxed for a moment, Nicholas removed his fingers and swiftly pulled me towards him, spreading my legs urgently. His hands went to his shirt, and without taking his gaze off me, he started undoing the buttons and throwing it away along with his tie, letting me have my fill of his gorgeous an

The next morning…. Layla’s POV The day hung thick with tension as we awaited the impending arrival of the werewolf council. The atmosphere, as usual, was heavy, and our warriors stood on high alert, guarding the pack’s premises. The mindlink was open, ready for any potential breach on our territory—a necessity when dealing with half of the council members, trust being a rare commodity. Positioned at the castle entrance with Isaac by my side, our task was to lead the council members to the meeting hall. Adorned in a dark violet long-sleeved dress that gracefully reached my ankles and paired with killer black heels, I exuded a royal aura—well, duh, I am. My hair was neatly arranged in a bun, and I tried to maintain a bright smile, despite the somber occasion. The distant hum of nearly 30 SUVs approaching reached my ears, and I watched them park with a keen eye, mentally preparing myself. Nicholas was fortunate to have someone as sociable as me. Speaking of our Alpha, he and Cl

Layla’s POV As a member addressed the council, I noticed Nicholas's gaze shifting toward the door. His frown deepened. My attention followed him, and I sensed someone approaching the hall. Isaac glanced at me, and both of us knew who was coming. Before we could take a step forward, the room fell silent. My eyes widened as Samantha pushed the door open, adorned in a pink formal dress, sauntering in like she owned the place. The collective attention of the room shifted from the ongoing discussion to her sudden entrance. I shot a look at her, attempting to communicate through the mindlink, but she blocked it. ‘What on earth is she doing? Has she gone insane?!’ I mindlinked Isaac. ‘How the hell would I know?’ he replied. Attempting to salvage the situation, I made my way toward her. But before I could speak, Nicholas beat me to it. "Samantha," he said, his tone measured, "We're in the middle of a council meeting." With a sweet smile seemingly oblivious to the room's coll