Nobela ni Jessie Kiss

Chapter 132The table looks sumptuous with slices of various fruits on every plate and a huge glass jar of sweetened strawberry yogurt to fill up the empty glasses beside each plate. A party of various desserts are properly arranged at the center of the table– a perfect setting for a family appetizer. Alessia picked the jar, filling up each glasses which belonged to Cyril, Adrian, and Liah. The whole setting was prepared to celebrate Liah’s arrival. She'll be staying for the holidays which would last a month.Thompson eventually agreed to leave Adrian in the lycans kingdom but with a condition— that when he turned sixteen, he would return to Silverstone pack for good. He had to learn the basics if he would take over Thompson's throne. Liah on the other hand would come visiting during the holidays until whenever she chose otherwise. “Can I have some pancake, Xai?’’ Liah requests, stretching her fork. Xia, a four year old version of Cyril, rolled his eyes drastically before spittin

Chapter 131Alessia's POV It was the end of the ceremony already, what was left of it was the clanking sounds of cutleries as the crowd feasted.The crowds had reduced to a rather scanty size but the blaring music continued. In twos and more, the number of recognisable guests approached our love seat to congratulate our union. “Really can't wait for all these to be over.’’ Cyril sighed, literally frustrated. I'd realised a while back that he had been forcing those smiles he offered to the guests while they approached. And right now he just did, looking up to the approaching footsteps before us. “Congratulations, my king.’’ The robust looking man offered. I immediately recognised his voice. And when I finally met his gaze, it clicked. “We meet again.’’ He directed at me, a broad smile on his bearded face. It was the Alpha of my mother's pack. ‘‘Oh, its a pleasure. I didn't know you were present.’’ I expressed. His brows furrowed playfully. “Did you invite your mother's family

Chapter 130Alessia's POV I stood before the mirror, sizing my large belly bump that couldn't stay hidden even under the huge dress I had on. Finally, it was my coronation ceremony. The day I got officially appointed into the position of the Queen of the Lycan kingdom. Was I nervous? Of course! Although I'd met with most of the higher-ups in terms of the hierarchical rank system personnels, eminent of my visit for recognition and formal pleasantries which wasn't an easy process having my pregnancy weighing down my strenght— thanks to Lance who always showed up wherever I turned to to help. However, today I'll be standing before a sandhill of lycans observing my every word and move. I had to play things perfectly. Now back to this pregnancy. I needed it to be almost unnoticeable during the ceremony, but this was the fifth dress and it still wasn't enough for what I wanted. The door creaked open gently and Pryia tiptoed in. She shut the door query before turning to me; head lowe

Chapter 129CYRIL’S Pov“I wouldn't stoop that low. If I wanted her dead, I'd have ended her long ago.” He scoffed. He did a great job masking the truth, my intuition almost wavered. “Alan.!!’’ I shot. I needed the outright truth and nothing else from him right now. He jerked up, meeting my gaze again. His lips almost parted but his straight face crumbled, and a heavy grunt left his lips instead. It wasn't until he grabbed onto his left breast painfully that I realised something had really gone wrong with him.“Hey!’’ I drawled, still unsure yet.But a louder groan left his lips instead, in a sharp throaty pitch. “What's wrong?’’ I rushed to him, alarmed. “Alfred!’’ I yelled. Didn't all of Alessia's poison spill out? Perhaps it had reached his heart and was now threatening life from him. ‘‘Alfr….’’“The mate bond….’’ Alan hitched, trailing words off my lips. ‘‘What?’’‘‘M– Melanie. Where is she?’’ He croaked, his eyes madly reddened and glassy. ‘‘This is… this is about her?

Chapter 128CYRIL’S POV Stunned was the word. The manner she barged in, yelling my name so loudly without any regards as to what the time of the day was. I parted my lips to speak, but I was silenced by another uproar from her…“There you are!!’’ She rushed at Alan in a flash.Before I could comprehend anything, the ripping sound of skin slashing apart with a thousand droplets blood spilling all over my desk was next. “Alessia!!’’ I rose to my feet.She'd ran her claws through Alan's cheek and was still vibrating vehemently in raw anger. I had to step in real quick, or she was throwing another fist across his face. I grabbed her just in time, lifting her foots away from Alan l“That wasn't enough! Allow me deal with him a little more!’’ She kept yelling. “Can you calm down, Alessia!’’ I yelled, fed up with the whole silly drama already She'd literally just barged into privacy; not very nice an attitude. Yet she was making more fuss. “He lied. He is not innocent and I knew it.’’

Chapter 127Alessia's POV My gaze darkened; an intense squint through which I watched Alan.What in hell? He couldn't have gone that far now could he? “What are you talking about, my king?’’ He remained neutral, making it impossible to see through his external features display. “The doctor confirmed she couldn't have taken ‘such stringent process’ of terminating the pregnancy that has kept her in a very bad shape.’’ Cyril further revealed, leaving my eyes wide in awe. “Y-you mean… Melanie is… ’’ Alan trailed off, shaking his head in a swift motion. He emerged back again with the hard unaffected expression that seemed to waver just seconds ago. “I don't know what you're driving at my king. It is true that I asked her to terminate the pregnancy and that is because it can affect my lead on the prophecy. You know that.’’ He said instead. “What prophesy?’’ I moved my gaze to Cyril. He let out a huge sigh, seemingly frustrated and confused by the whole thing. “What prophesy, Alan?’’

°° AZALEA °°I dislike parties. Especially those that involve unfamiliar personalities in attendance, and by unfamiliar I mean persons who are not members of our pack. But this wasn't just any gathering or a party per say, it's the first social event that will include ShadowFang's participation. ShadowFang, my ‘pack’ which once tasted sour on my lips to pronounce it, now sounds the sweetest in my ears as it has become a reality. We really are a pack now. And although our relationship hasn't changed much towards other packs, that is only because we refused to embrace them. Not the other way around.Héctor seemed the giddiest when we arrived at the hall. This is what he has always wanted, even though he tried to act hard by delaying the first three invitations we received since becoming a registered pack. The hall is easily eighteen feets high inside, with lavish air conditioning systems and vibrant chandeliers. The space smelled of ambience and honour with a number of high profile Al

°° KLEIN °°I never want to hurt Aurelia, but somehow she always manages to put me in a tight spot and make me do it. Turning her down right now would break her more but playing along might be even worse, seeing as my cock refused to stretch a single nerve. When Aurelia sees that I'm not moving, she decides to take the lead, going on her toes to kiss me again. If this is what she really wants, then the least I can do is ‘try’. I slide my hands around her waist and she shivers, moaning sweetly into my mouth as I lift her from the floor to the bed. I break the kiss and bury my face in her neck, teasing the skin down to her nipples. I nip. Tweak. Cup. But every effort to get me in the mood feels forced. These things never work by force. ‘‘Lia.’’ I breathe, giving up. But she rolls me over instead, straddling me between her thighs. She kisses me deeply again and tries to take my towel out. “Hey, wait.’’ I stop her fast, embarrassed by how mushy my cock still feels beneath the towel.

°° KLEIN °° “Fuck!’’ I curse under my breath, driving my hand faster on my length with a faint picture of Azalea stuck in my head under the shower. I know it's been four years, but I haven't stopped missing her. Yes, I stopped hoping for her return, or that she'd ever be found. That wasn't too hard to infuse after two years of trying without progress. But how can I ever get over her when everything I hold dear has terribly crumbled? My wolf to begin with, after twelve months of searching for our mate without success, he gradually began to malfunction, then drastically derailed in both strength and well-being while blaming me everyday for Azalea's disappearance. His obsession got the better of him. He lost himself in the misery of our loss and before long, I lost him. Nothing scares me more than the dark void in my mind which Xaia formerly filled. Each time I tried to reach him, each time I called out desperately to him; silence was all I got in return… hollow emptiness. I do

Four Years Later~°° AZALEA °°‘‘You look so beautiful, my Luna.’’ Nyra squeals dreamily behind me, checking my reflection in the mirror. “I know right?’’ I chuckle, tapping the foundation around my ear with the tip of my finger to perm it more naturally into my skin. “Get my dress.’’ I tell her. Nyra bows and immediately goes for my closet, returning a few seconds later with a velvet suitcase. I watch quietly through the mirror as she carefully places it on the bed. She unhooks the lock and delicately takes out the dress. It's a red, half-shoulder ball dress. The base is made of chiffon fabric with a deep slit that should be on my mid-thigh, and flowery embroidered designs. “This is beautiful, my Luna.’’ Nyra comments, looking more excited than I who is about to wear the dress. In minutes I'm stacked up in the dress. It is undoubtedly beautiful, but the fact that it reaps off of my comfort doesn't make it all too appealing. Either way, it's the dress my husband got for me and he'

°° HÉCTOR °°‘‘Lady Xendaya!’’ Gustavo screams and rushes first to get Xendaya on the floor, overcoming his shock first before everyone else who just experienced the telepathic display from her. I rush over to join Gustavo by Xendaya's side soo enough, and I flinch when my fingers graze her skin. She's burning hot. Slightly pale in her face too and barely breathing. I quickly check for her pulse, and I exhale in relief when I notice it's stable. I swear I saw her fingers transform into claws before, but they are back to normal now. I thought she was going to transform into her wolf, what went wrong? After confirming her level of stability, I almost let Gustavo take her to the clinic but on second thought… After seeing his bloodied clothes, I decide to take her myself. I lay her carefully on the bed, gently taking out my hand from beneath her head. Then I almost stand up but something pulls me back down, although I'm quick to catch my weight with my other hand, I freeze in place see

°° AZALEA °°I massage my face gently, following Nyra’s instructions about how to apply the supposedly “expensive” face oil for effective results. There is a thin line below my eyes, like the one that usually forms an eyebag after so much weeping. Except that mine isn't from excess weeping nor is it an eyebag. Or is it? After the discussion with Héctor yesterday, I spent the whole of my bedtime thinking about ways that we could elevate the pack from its rogue status which is the cause of the dark line below my eyes. I hate to think that I'm a rogue. Rogues are classless, packless wolves who once belonged to packs but have been banished from their pack for various atrocious acts. Treason. Violent murder. Unjust activities. Any evil thing you can think of. I won't know what mine could have been about but I believe I wasn't banished from my pack alone, and whoever I got banished with must have committed one of those atrocious crimes. It's so troubling!“Do you need something, my Luna?’

Chapter 13Black hoodie, black face masks, with his hands tucked in his jackets in a manner that suggested they clutched something beneath. It felt like an imagination in the beginning, sensing someone behind me and turning back to see nobody. I kept tugging forward, clutching my coat, until a few windows exposed his figure following behind me. My fingers trembled in cold sweat, my legs pale from nervousness. The spot my ride was supposed to pick me up is an old subway away from the streets where a number of legs walked through. Once I was certain that the hoodie man was on my tail, I couldn't risk heading to the subway and giving him the chance to come on me. I searched nervously through my purse for my phone and it took every stream of blood in my legs to force my feet to a cold stop in the middle of the busy street.Right on the glass of my screen, I saw the masked man also stop behind a tree, fondling with his pockets like he was searching for anything. My heart sank deep into

Chapter 12 My face reddened thinking about how Darrell showed up in my office yesterday. My head had been hurting since then. I don't even want to think about how he held me possessively to himself. He used to be so good with his hands. Was it still the same now? Or did he lose his spark after two years? “Gosh, Meagan.” I palmed my face loudly, embarrassed of my image staring back at me in the mirror. “Hey, Meg. Are you okay in there?’’ Darrell knocked on the bathroom door, forcing me to a jolt. “Oh, yes please. I'll be out in a few.’’ I answered and proceeded to do my morning skin care routine. Honestly, I wasn't feeling like going to the office today. Aside the fact that I felt utterly defeated, I dreaded the thought of Darrell showing up again. I wasn't sure about how I'd take it down this time. Minutes stretched long enough for me to have picked out a dress for the day, but I was only finishing up with my face care. Surprisingly, Danny hadn't come to knock or check on

Chapter 11The first thing I noticed was her scent. It was nothing like it used to be. Her intoxicating vanilla mint flavour was completely gone, all that was left was a scent I couldn't recognise. Did she go as far as changing her natural scent just to erase the memories of me? Of us? “No. Get away from me.’’ Her voice cracked, and she slipped her hand between us, using every strength left in her feeble body to try to push me off. But there was no way I was letting her out of my arms after finally getting the chance to hold her this close. “I'm sorry.’’ I whispered, clenching my jaw to hold back the tears that threatened to sting my eyes. “Help! Somebody, please help me!’’ She screamed to my greatest shock. My heart skipped at that unnerving gesture, and I was quickly reminded about when she mentioned at the entrepreneurs party that she would scream if I didn't let her go. I realised she was really going to do it.“Hear me out, Meagan.’’ I tried to make her look at me, but sh

Chapter 10What is this? Did Naomi know something? Fortunately, if there was one thing I'd learnt in my years of experience as an entrepreneur, it is self composure even in the worst of situations. Though my heart constricted hard in my chest, I managed to keep a straight face. “You did?’’ I smirked. “He was persistent in not leaving. I had to appease him with that…’’‘‘On whose account?’’ I cut in seriously, getting irritated by her silliness.Was this even being silly? Or being plain stupid?“We are a professional entity here, which means we work according to specific organizational guidelines. Not based on some personal tastes or judgement. You can't just act out on your own because you feel it's the right thing to do!’’ I slammed a fist on the desk, forcing her to jerk away. “I-I'm sorry ma'am. I just thought… I…’’ “Who the hell cares about what you think? I see you're getting tired of this job, I'll relieve you soon enough to get some rest.’’ It was now obvious that I had

Chapter 9 Silence drew intensely across the table. Chairman Luthor’s angry eyes glaring at Danny, while madam Luthor's dumbstruck gaze swatted from Danny to me at repeated intervals. Danny was frozen by my side, giving me a ‘what was that you just said’ look. “I'm just saying it's not something we have to quarrel over. A married couple should definitely have kids, and we are not exempted.’’ I explained. The kind of quiet that rested in the car was that type that had its subjects engrossed in deep thoughts. But my thoughts kept getting interrupted by every move Danny made. Each time he tapped a finger, whirred the steering, changed his steps on the brake, etcetera. “You know I want to ask right?’’ He finally said. “I didn't mean it.” "Sure you didn't, but it sounded like you had really strong backing back there. I don't think its okay to give them the wrong idea.’’ He didn't seem fine with it at all. “Would you rather I let the quarrel escalate with your father?’’ I

Chapter 8I shoved the paper under my butt, blood leaving my face as I watched the door glide open. Meagan?“Hey!’’ Carrie walked in, frozen for a while as she regarded me. My heart pumped unusually in relief, I fought the urge to heave a heavy sign. “Oh.. hi.’’ I forced a smile. “I'm sorry. I'd been ringing the bell but you wouldn't respond.’’ She smiled awkwardly, touching her hair. ‘‘Really? I could've sworn I didn't hear any alarm.’’ I said sarcastically. “Actually… it only rang once.’’ She muttered. “Anyway, I came to see Meagan. Is she home by any chance?’’I knew it was probably rude of me to keep sitting like this, especially since the relationship between us hadn't been so bad. She was Meagan's best friend and my go-to option any time I needed an extra hand in caring for Meagan. But the darn paper under my butt. I couldn't let her read even a line of it. Carrie chuckled awkwardly. “Uh.. Mr Luthor?’’“Meagan is not home. Come again some other day.’’ I said. ‘‘I see. I