Romances de Pearl Ugwu

Chapter Five:MisunderstandingsI woke up alone again, the connecting door still shut. My body remembered the weight of Kael's arm and the way his breath had branded my neck. I sat up, shoved my hair out of my face, and muttered, "Day two. Try not to faint."A soft knock sounded."Come in."A woman stepped inside carrying a tray that smelled like actual coffee. Late twenties, dark braid, calm eyes that looked like they'd seen every possible reaction to this place and still showed up with breakfast."Good morning. I'm Lisa. Mr. Voss assigned me to you. I'll help you settle in and answer questions about the pack, the territory, and… the mate bond."I stared at the coffee like it held the secrets of the universe. "You brought coffee. Sit down. And drop the 'Miss.' Just call me Avery"She hesitated, then sat. "Mr. Voss was clear I should treat you with the respect due his mate.""Yeah, well, From now on you're Lisa, I'm Avery, and if I start talking nonsense you're allowed to tell me to sh

**Chapter 4 – Entering His WorldI stood on the cracked sidewalk outside my apartment building with one duffel bag, a half-dead houseplant I'd refused to abandon, and the distinct feeling I was about to make the worst decision of my life. Three identical expensive looking SUVs were sitting idled at my front porch, engines purring, windows tinted so dark they looked like polished voids. The lead driver stepped out—tall, broad, wearing a black suit that did nothing to hide the fact that he could probably bench-press a city bus."Miss Avery," he said, voice polite and completely unreadable. "Mr. Voss is expecting you,we can't afford to delay."I eyed the convoy. " is this just how rich guys compensate for… personality issues?"The driver's mouth twitched. Almost a smile. "Please."I climbed into the middle SUV because choosing the front one felt too eager and the last one felt like I was being left behind on purpose. The interior of the car smelled like expensive leather and something

Chapter Three: Horny For HimAvery's POV The next morning smelled like burnt coffee and bad decisions.I sat cross-legged on the couch with a mug I wasn’t drinking from, staring at nothing, while Nyx paced in front of me like a lawyer preparing for trial. She had been watching me since I walked through the door last night and refused to say anything beyond “I’m fine” and “I need a shower.”She wasn’t buying it anymore.“Talk,” Nyx said, stopping in front of me. “And don’t even try the ‘nothing happened’ line. You came home looking like someone rearranged your soul”“I don’t want to talk about it.”“Too bad. I’m your best friend. That means I get access to the messy parts. Spill.”I pressed my lips together. The memory of Kael’s fingers inside me, the way he had fingered me, the calm way he had told me I was leaving with him—it all sat heavy in my chest. Talking about it would make it real.Nyx dropped onto the couch beside me and poked my arm. “Avery. I will start guessing out loud a

Chapter 2 – VIP Room **Kael’s POV** The scent hit me like a blade between the ribs. One second I was walking through the club with my beta at my shoulder, already irritated by the noise, the smell of cheap alcohol, and the pointless meeting I had agreed to take here. The next second, everything in me stopped. Mine. My wolf exploded against the inside of my skin so violently I tasted blood where my fangs had cut into my own mouth. Every muscle locked. The bass from the speakers became distant, useless noise. All I could see was the girl on the stage. She wasn’t naked. That almost made it worse. The black crop top clung to full, heavy breasts that moved with every shift of her body. The high-waisted shorts framed the thick flare of her hips and the soft, perfect curve of her ass. Long legs. Smooth skin that glowed under the red neon like it had been made for my mouth. A waist I could already feel spanning under my hands. And she was on a fucking stage. Men were staring at her.

Chapter One– The Scent "All of this could’ve been avoided if your parents had just used a damn condom" I said to the guy currently blocking my doorway. He was selling the same tired rizz lines I’d heard since I turned sixteen. “Avery, come on,” Tyler wheedled, leaning one sweaty palm against the frame. “You’ve been single for months. I’m just saying I’d treat you right.” “And I’m just saying your existence is the reason some women drink,” I replied, adjusting the strap of my bag. “Move.” He didn’t. Of course he didn’t. They never did until you do something drastic to chase them away. “You’ve got a very sassy mouth on you,” he said, eyes dropping—predictably—to my chest. “But I like that. Girls with bodies like yours usually—” “Usually what? Have to carry pepper spray and a restraining order just to go out and buy cereal?” I stepped forward, forcing him to either move or get run over. He chose moving. Smartest decision he’d made all day. “Go home, Tyler. Or wherever it i