A Fated Mishap with the Silver Wolf

Yennifer "You're sassy. I like it," he complimented, dipping his head lower to breathe me into his lungs, his lips brushing the soft skin along the slope of my neck. I don't know why, but his compliment made me light up. Normally, my sassiness was frowned upon and discouraged. It happened enough I tended to tamp down on that particular characteristic. Pulling me tightly against his chest, he shifted the dynamic of the dance. He led me in a series of sensual salsa dance moves which did nothing to dampen the fire building in my veins. I always thought professional dancing was like foreplay: sensual and spiritual. I had taken some dancing lessons here and there in the hopes my partner in life would indulge in my fantasies of spontaneously dancing in the rain or whenever the mood struck really. Unfortunately, Ron hadn't been much for dancing. This stranger was wreaking havoc on all my senses, making me feel every emotion more deeply than I ever had. It was exhilarating and invigoratin

Yennifer I lived only a few blocks away from Bourbon Street. It was easier to just walk there instead of fighting traffic for a parking spot. "Hey girly!" Lucinda called out when she spotted me in front of our favorite bar. The others turned towards me, and we greeted each other. Lucinda gave me a big hug, her shoulder-length blond hair curled and pinned away from her face. She wore a cute little white number with a bright pink sash reading 'BRIDE'. She was gorgeous with her large brown eyes. Around her neck was a pink plastic shot glass that encouraged others to buy her drinks. I grinned and rolled my eyes. She was definitely the party enthusiast in our group. "Well, don't you look sexy," Charlotte complimented, coming in for a quick hug. She was tall. With natural dark hair and light blue eyes. She had curves for days and was--in my humble opinion--the most beautiful out of the group of girls there. She was dressed in a flashy micro mini dress. She had on killer wedge heels; her h

YenniferWe partied all night, closing down the bars as we went.Most of the girls either called an Uber, or had their partners come pick them up.At the end, it was Lucinda and I making our way back to my house. One of her arms was wrapped around my shoulder while one of mine circled her waist. She was completely waisted, bobbing and weaving down the sidewalk as we slowly made our way through the residential streets.“Oh Yen, I had a blast tonight. Thank you!” she gushed, pushing into me, forcing us off balance.“No worries,” I replied through gritted teeth, trying to keep us from falling.“Oh, I love you!” she sighed, planting a wet kiss on my cheek. “You wanna know a secret?”“Sure.”“We all think you’re the lucky one.”I was surprised by this admonition. Though, to be honest, it was probably the alcohol talking. “How so?”“You’ve got it all. You’re smart. Beautiful. Kind. You have fucking fabulous curves and an ass all of us would give our left titties for.” A blush crept up my ne

Nikolai I turned my nose into her stomach, not quite believing what I was feeling. I was in shock. This could be my child growing inside of her. It was both a happy revelation and an anxious one. If it was my child, she would need my help because werewolf fetuses weren’t normal. Different kinds of complications tended to arise when a mortal carried a werewolf child. I couldn’t keep my distance now. Shit! This wasn’t supposed to happen! Not like this. I wouldn’t be able to keep her hidden from Desdemona for long, which meant she would be placed directly in the line of danger. Exactly where I didn’t want her to be. Especially now that she was carrying my child. Yen’s hands stroked my ears soothingly, pulling gently on them. She sighed when she noticed I was poking at her abdomen. “Can you sense him?” she whispered. “I’ve heard dogs can sense when someone is pregnant.” One of her hands left my head and placed it over her stomach tenderly. The bright smile that lit her face slo

Yen There was a lot to do, this week which meant the days went by quickly. Far quicker than I wanted it to. I dreaded the weekend, when I would come face to face with Ron for the first time since our breakup. I really didn’t want to ever see him again. At least not at such an occasion of love and happiness. It would just remind me of the dreams and happiness that had once been in my own reach, and was heartlessly ripped away by his infidelity. Not to mention, I still didn’t know if I carried his child or Nikolai’s. Which made it all that much harder. Honestly, I wasn’t sure who I would rather have as the father: a cheater or a complete stranger I knew nothing about. I met Char and the other bridesmaids in the middle of the week for the final fitting of our bridesmaids’ dresses. Thankfully, that went smoothly. I wasn’t sure if I could have gracefully handled any hiccups now. When Friday came around, I took a much-needed day off. As per my request, Peter hadn’t booked any readings