NIKKI The cool morning breeze kisses my skin, erupting goose bumps at its awakening and almost freezing my blood. My lids flicker and open widely, taking in everything in sight at a glance. I clutch the bed sheet to my bosom, my muscles too flaccid to as little as move.I stretch lazily, yawning all through. Morning came earlier than expected, but it's not something to worry about, considering I’m not in Wild Crest Pack. Back in Wild Crest pack, I would be up and about. Doing all the activities that should be done in the morning as the pack’s Luna and even extra spicy as Chris’ mate. Despite having servants around, I like being in control and I super hate it when something flops. So I made sure the servants only do the basic things while we were yet to wake or tired down in bed to pleasure ourselves. Countless times, Chris has asked that I go easy on myself, but I can't help it... More like I was wired to be the control freak kind of lady. And right now, I have the liberty of sprea

NIKKI I knock on the door just once, I’m impatient to wait for a response. I knock for the second time and already exhausted, I enter and shut it behind me. “You never get to wait for a response. What if I’m doing something discreet?” she turns to look at me, her eyes are shooting daggers. "It's always blissful to have a secret partner watching, don't you agree?” I roll my eyes at her before taking to laughter. A peal of laughter that feels choking at the moment. Can I fucking be straightforward with these masked people? ‘Calm down Nikki, be sure before you leap.’ My wolf mutters. ‘Indeed! Not like I’m stabbing anyone, it's just confrontation. Why am I making a big deal out of this?’“Not in the slightest... You also don't want to be part of this secrecy.” She eases. I scan her from head to toe and take note of her big boobs strap in a half-cup strapless lacy bra that's very much enthralling. The black-to-match thong is beaded in the centre, in a straight line. Her rich and thi

NIKKI. I pace about in the large compound, looking for anything that catches my fancy. You may want to give me my tag as jobless and restless and jumbled, I more than deserve it at this moment. Thoroughly, I scan through the arena, scouting for the slightest clue. Maybe the valuables or gossip from the servants or even me eavesdropping on the alphas. But right now, they will be busy filling all of Aaliyah’s holes up, and a good-for-nothing moan will be the only result of my effort, should I attempt to. On seeing me, two guards keep shut almost immediately. I don't move, rather I look at them squarely, already busted. I feel so reduced and desperate and the truth is that I don't give a shit. Aware that they would grow cold on me at the very sight of me, I don't just burst in on them. I walk down the corridor, taking a wild guess that servants would be at the entrance, guards or maids, as long as I get what I want from their extracurricular activities; gossip. I begin to stroll gen

AALIYAH I didn't mean to say it...didn't want to say it. At least not in this way and manner and certainly not now that my plan is yet to mature. I didn't know how to handle this in the spur of the moment...with her playing this emotional card. I had to spill. On realization that I just made the worst decision of my life, I sit on the bed and sob. I sob, not because I miss my baby, but because I’m about to fail him for the second time. What happens to only telling her what I want and only showing her what I tell?Nikki on the other hand is too frozen to care in the world what is happening to me at the moment. She seems more taken aback like she wasn't expecting such news, not even in her wildest dream and certainly not to her dearest baby. "Is this some sort of joke? Like, don't even care to play a fast one on me and expect me to believe the crap like some dumb...”"Quit it. Fucking quit being self-absorbed. And you think I care so much about riling you up that I would put the joke

NIKKI. I'm not certain I heard right. I so need her to speak up, and repeat whatever the heck she said. But there's silence, no words of disclaimer after that, just silence... Icy and wrecking silence. And then she's gone. In less than an hour, I've heard unimaginable things... Things I badly wish I never heard but ain't no freaking way of becoming innocent again. I watch her walk away sobbing like a child. I can only imagine the depth of her trauma and sympathize with her but not feel it the way she does. First her baby and now her mates? To worsen it, all three of them? Now, that's too much of a burden. I open my mouth to yell her name and just how easy it opens, it closes on its accord. Words fail me, my muscles are flaccid, and I can't go after her. Was she joking? Is there more spilling to be done? If she was, why is she then investing her energy in getting treasures stocked up like it's the actual ransom? Is this some sort of a pity party soliciting show? I gasp, exhau