Novelas de Melissa Cee

Flashback–7 Years agoHimeraThe Apex house is throwing a party today. My best friend Wendy and her mate have asked me to go with them. I've never attended a frat party, so I'd much rather stay in my dorm room and read or scroll through social media, but Wendy doesn't give me that option. So now I'm in front of the dressing mirror, styling my hair into curls.“Are you ready?” Wendy walks into my room without knocking. “Maxwell is waiting in the parking lot.”“I am,” I say, spritzing perfume behind my ears, then dabbing some against my wrists. Wendy gives me a once-over and raises a brow when I stand up, and I slouch, knowing just what that means.“I love your makeup and your hair,” she says, brow still raised. “Your outfit too. But those shoes are killing everything nice, babes. Take them off.”“Wendy…” I begin, but she raises a finger and cuts me off.She goes to my shoe rack, picks up the thigh-high leather stiletto boots, and hands them to me.“These will do,” she says.I don't ar

Himera It takes us about an hour to fly from Ibiza to Barcelona. I ignore Elliot for most of the flight, too busy fighting my restless wolf that wants nothing but to get closer to him and have him mark me. I expected the jet to land at a public airport, but instead it touches down on an airstrip inside the gated community I saw from above–the one Elliot said is his pack. “Alright,” he says, extending his hand. “Here we are.” “I don't need your hand,” I say, standing up. “I'm good.” He just shrugs, picks up the untouched glass of liquor he poured for me, and downs it in one gulp before standing up. He leads the way out of the jet, offering his hand again as we climb down the airstairs, but I turn him down once more, pretending I don't need his help–even though I do. I follow him to a parked Porsche and slide into the backseat when he opens the door. The driver starts the car the moment Elliot gets in, and my heart skips as I wonder what lies ahead. Noticing my nerves, he grabs m

HimeraElliot refuses to leave the apartment until I agree to go to his pack with him later today.“I promise you it'll be worth it,” he says. “I said I'll come,” I reply, my voice stern. “But that doesn't mean I'll let you or your brother claim me.”His smirk morphs into a teasing grin.“Sure,” he shrugs. “I'll pick you up at five PM.”“Whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Leave before I change my mind.”He pumps a fist in the air playfully, completely oblivious to the plan forming in my mind. I pick up my phone the moment he leaves and FaceTime my best friend.“Hey, you,” she says, trying to balance between holding the phone to her face and bouncing her pup on her lap. “How's Spain so far?”“It's… weird,” I say, watching admiringly as her mate, Maxwell, lifts their pup off her lap, allowing her to hold the phone properly.“Thanks, babe,” she says to him, and for a second, I imagine that it is me and Elliot living that life. Yeah. He's not leaving my mind anytime soon. And it'll on

HimeraI slept with a stranger last night. That's the first thing that comes to my mind when I open my eyes, and it sends me up and out of my bed with a start. In just two steps, I'm in front of the mirror, studying my reflection for a mark, then sighing deeply when I don't find one. What's wrong with me? I would have felt it if the stranger, who happens to be my mate, had marked me last night. I wouldn't even need a mirror to confirm it.“You're up,” a deep voice startles me, and I tilt my head in the direction it came from, my hands flying to my naked pussy when I see my mate leaning against the door of the ensuite, staring at me.I hide myself carefully with one hand as I lift the other to rub the sleep out of my eyes. Seriously, what is wrong with me? How did I not smell him in the apartment? Perhaps it's because he was bathing, judging by the water dripping down his naked, hairy chest.“What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice low.“You don't remember last night, do you?” he sa