Celia twisted in Xavier’s arms, turning to face him. He was sleeping, but for some reason she couldn’t and apparently, that reason was hunger. Sighing, she glared at him. The bastard hadn’t fed her, but he hadn’t hesitated to f*ck her...she could bet that he had eaten, which was why he was sleeping so soundly... But Celia wouldn’t suffer alone, he’ll have to suffer too. Flinging his arm from around her, she sat up, watching begrudgingly as he stirred in his sleep, reaching for her again. She slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me, Xavier...” And pretty soon, his eyes fell open, searching for her. He rubbed them, then his face before sitting up too. “What was that for?” “I’m hungry...” His sleepy eyes hardened, his gaze turning into a glare. “And because you’re hungry, you have every right to slap me, right?” “I suppose...” Xavier hissed and laid back down against the pillow. “Go to sleep, Celia.” Celia shook her head. “No...at least get me something to eat first.” She shook hi
Xavier got out of bed despite feeling like he hadn’t slept. Last night, Celia had woken him up with the claim of being hungry. She might’ve been tormented yes, but she probably was hungry for real. After all, she didn’t like porridge and yet she ate more than a half of it, the rest she had commanded him to eat. It was some good oat porridge though... Sighing, he turned to the bed where she laid, pulling the sheets off of her. “It’s almost time for breakfast...get up.” Celia groaned, eyes still closed and yet her hands were searching for the sheets. “Xavier!” She warned. Xavier pulled the sheets further away from her, her bare thighs now on full display since the shirt she wore did nothing to cover them. He turned away from her when his c*ck stirred, his hand gripping the sheets tighter. The woman had no damn panties on...if he had looked a second longer, she’d have been his breakfast. “Come on, get up Celia.” Celia groaned again, her eyes peeking open to look at him. “Is this rev
Xavier led Celia down the stairs until they landed in the dining area. As always, food was abundant on the tables, she could smell the eggs, the greens, and even the soft smell of pancakes. Wolves sat amongst each other, feasting and talking, until Xavier's presence became known. Then was when silence took control of the room and heads twisted and turned to stare in their direction.Celia didn't like it, she had always loved attention, but this kind made her feel uncomfortable and awkward. Quickly, everyone stood, offering them a greeting. “Alpha…future Luna…”Xavier grabbed for her hand, leading her over to the table they sat last time. His father was there, his mother 'Elizabeth' too, and Kail's eyes twitched as he watched her approach. Nobody from that table was standing and Celia understood why.They were 'royals' too…Xavier's bloodline, but if it was so, what the f*ck was that two faced b*tch doing there?Anna, was it? That omega who had called her a whore. If Celia could grab he
PLEASE READ!!!!!Alright so guys, something happened yesterday and both chapter 29(s) were deleted, the chapter titled 'Condom or socks?'.I'l have to re-upload it, so for those who have already read that chapter, DO NOT OPEN THE CHAPTER AFTER THIS NOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!You have been warned....But once again, I'm sorry to those who had mistakenly purchased both chapters. I'm currently working on a chapter hopefully I complete it for you guys...Love, peace!!!!!!!!!!!Uggghhh! Can't post this if doesn't reach 100 words, so let me start rambling..... •́ ‿ ,•̀How do you like the story so far?And Xavier and Celia, what do you think of their characters?
Gabriel lifted his son as he climbed up the stairs, sighing as soon as he stood before Xavier and his mate. “Made it to breakfast late and this happened. I mean, I knew it would, but in front of everybody…that’s unlike you Xa-Kaheel.”“He deserved to feel publicly embarrassed…he did wrong, he should feel bad for it.”“I understand.” Gabriel looked down at his son; Jonas. “Why don’t you go up with uncle Kaheel…? I’ll get us all some food, then come up.”The boy shook his head and Xavier glared at him. “Come….”A sad look took a stance across the child’s face as he pushed away from his father and towards Xavier. Xavier dropped Celia’s hand and took him. “Quit pretending as though your uncle isn’t nice to you too.”“You’re really not…” Gabriel chuckled as he strolled back down the stairs, disappearing around the corner.Xavier looked over at Celia then, sighing. “I’m sorry you had to see that, I pictured it differently in my head. I thought he’d have apologized to you like what mom said.
Xavier sat in a chair by the bedside table, eyes as hard as his c*ck would be if Jonas wasn't here. Celia looked even hotter with her hair in a ponytail, he wanted to pull it, but in a way that Jonas could not at all witness and every time he tried to shove the child out, 'it' or rather he came back.Celia had tied her hair back because apparently it was getting in her face while she played with him. But why hadn't she tied it back when it was getting in her face while he f*cked her?Life was so unfair. Sighing, he cleared his throat, looking for the attention he didn't receive. Neither Jonas nor Celia looked at him, he was nonexistent to them and he didn't feel good about that.Gripping the fork in his hand tighter, he picked at the egg in front of him. Nobody had yet to touch any of the food Gabriel brought, he had offered and they declined, and he…well, he didn't feel hungry either, not after what happened with his father downstairs.That bastard was still as selfish as ever… It s
Xavier sat by a tree in the middle of the forest, watching as Celia introduced a game she used to play as a child to Jonas…Hop scotch, she called it, and apparently the stupid game was played with tiny stones. She had drawn boxes with sticks on the little patch of dirt she found that wasn't overtaken by grass, and had written sequenced numbers in each box.“You have to throw it in the correct box, or you're out, and if you do throw it in the correct box and your feet touches the lines when you jump in, you're out too. Let me show you.”Xavier sat up properly in order to watch, even though the only thing he was interested in was throwing his rock hard c*ck in her tight, welco-“You're supposed to hop with one foot as well…” Celia spoke, interrupting his thoughts. “But since you're so small, you're an exception.” She garnered the hem of the shirt she wore and tied it a little above her waist before hopping into one of the square boxes she drew.Xavier's breath almost choked him, his ey
Xavier sighed, laying his head against Celia's shoulder, but just as she previously did, she pushed him off. “Don't touch me, you devil of a man.”“Come on, Celia…it was his fault and you know it.”“So you're still blaming my poor little Naz despite the fact that he cried until he fell asleep?”“I'm not blaming him, I'm jus…” “He's just a baby, why were you so mean to him?”Xavier sighed again, his cheeks puffing as he pouted. “Because… Because…it was undoubtedly because of you.”“Me? What the f*ck did I do?”Xavier's eyes narrowed at her. “What did you do? You locked yourself in a box with the kid and left me outside. You even let him lay down against these…” He groped her breast, but Celia slapped his hand away. “And that gives you the right to take away his truck and glare at him?”“No, bu—”“I'm seriously disappointed in you… I thought you were better…mature… I thought you were a man.”“But I am a man.”“Physically…mentally, you're a baby. Would you have reacted the same way if i