Nala. I was sure how he had managed it, but a week later I stepped out of the bathroom after a long hot shower and soak to find a gorgeous evening gown laid out on the bed. It was a deep teal, the sumptuous fabric like silk to the touch and it was so light, it almost felt like air. The cut was beautiful, clinging yet not, flowing. I wouldn’t look like i was wearing a circus tent, but I also wouldn’t look like a stuffed sausage.“It will look beautiful on you.” The deep masculine voice sent a shiver of need down my spine.I held the massive bath sheet in place and turned toward Salvatore. He leanednL negligently against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and ankles crossed as well. His hair was windblown and unruly, his pristine white shirt was wrinkled, the top few buttons undone and the arms were rolled up and pushed to his elbows which exposed his deeply tanned and strong forearms. His slacks were equally disheveled, the harsh straight creases now flattened while other wrinkl
Nala. The woman was beautiful as always, her lithe body, gentle curves, and striking features always drew the eyes of men. With the clinging dress now hugging her form, she was both gorgeous and sexy. She had no doubt more than one wolf chased after her tail. But she belonged to Salvatore "Nala,” the sweet tone was there even as the woman’s face turned into an evil sneer. “How lovely to see you.” she said with a grin in her face. “And you.” i knew Nova could scent my lie but didn’t give a damn, my sister was not born a werewolf but I had heard rumors after I left Salvatore had turned her into one and claimed her as her mate. “Going out for the evening?” she said walking around. “As you can see.” I fired back. Nova strolled the deeper into the room, her hips swaying from side to side with pure feminine confidence. “Surprising. I didn’t believe Salvatore had any energy left in him after our day together.” she said mocking me. The use of his name, his appearance when he had
Nala. I smiled brightly at Paul as he helped me get into the car, the man almost tripped over just making sure I was okay and got into the car fine. He would do anything for me and give me anything, I could tell. Too bad he couldn't give me the one thing I really wanted, Salvatore. But no one could really get Salvatore, except Nova ofcourse. She seemed to hold some kind of spell on him and his shoe world revolved around her and whatever she wanted. The moment we stepped into the restaurant, Salvatore's phone started ringing and I got a peek and it was no surprise who was calling. Nova knew we were out on a date but she still was calling him just to spite me, and I hated her for that. For always going out of her way to make me feel useless when it came to Salvatore. The waiters came over to our table, but Salvatore was still on his phone. "Can I have a glass of Luke warm water while we wait for him to finish his call." i said almost sarcastically. "We will order once he is don
Nala. It didn’t matter. The pack didn’t matter. None of this mattered. I was done being a pushover. A good bit of the pack filled the restaurant tonight and by morning, everyone would know how Salvatore was treating me and his plans. I imagined he would be happy to see the back of me come morning. Paul carefully slid me into the back of the limo and joined me, issuing orders to the driver in a spattering of Greek and then we were on our way. I closed my eyes, the throbbing pain from my son now settling into a low pulsing ache. I closed my eyes as we navigated the streets, unwilling to watch the scenery speed by. I knew enough to understand that Pual had called Perrin and that we were headed to Salvatore’s villa while he handled the problem I had created. I had created? No. It was him. Him and that bitch Nova. It seemed like i just closed my eyes and then i was opening them again as the limo pulled to a stop. Once again i was carried and Paul did not stop moving until we had reache
Nala. The next morning I woke up tired, I put on a pair of loose pants and a clinging maternity top that outlined my huge belly. It was the most comfortable maternity wear and I could move around comfortably in it. I had Ana appointment with Perrin later on in the day and this was also the perfect fit for him to do his work. All I had to do now was sit relax and wait for him to come over. Paul had already brought in my breakfast tray full of meat and dairy, I appreciated the fact that he knew my cravings and made sure I was well taken care of. As I sat by the window overlooking the ocean, the waves were much like I how I felt. Tumultuous and uneasy, unable to settle. Even the baby continued to stretch and push against me in response to my unsettled state. Low voices sounded from below, the heavy thud of the front door being pushed closed reaching me and i knew someone had been granted entrance. Perrin. It was time for my examination it seemed, after the examination if al we
Nala. “You are not leaving. I thought I could be the bigger man and let you leave since you despise me so much. But that is impossible. You are staying.” The words were firm and not to be denied. He was the Liakos pack Alpha at this moment. “You may hate me all you like, but you are mine. That child is mine.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I will not have my family outside my den.” “No” “I will not let you go.” He released a growl, curling his lip and exposing one elongated fang in a pure threat. He didn’t understand. “If you would let me finish. I was saying that, no we won’t be outside your den.” Some of the tension left his body, but still he remained in place. I took a step toward him, and then another, gradually lessening the distance between us. “As long as you tell me Nova was lying. “ Shock filled his features. “Of course she was lying. A Greek male, an alpha, would never do such a thing to his woman.” His woman wasn’t exactly a declaration. “Am I your woman?”
Nala. I almost went to his room, snuck in and made myself at home, but i didn’t have that much self-confidence. No, my courage abandoned me after my long, hot shower and then i slipped into my nightgown. It wasn’t like what I had worn for him before. The straps were not delicate thin strings and my breasts weren’t cradled by intricately woven lace. Silk did not caress my skin. No, i was heavily pregnant, which meant comfortable cotton that was thin so I didn’t get hot or constrict my movements. I stared at myself in the mirror, looking at this tent of a nightgown that covered me, and wondered what Salvatore saw in me. I was… as big as a house. But when he looked at me with need in his eyes, i felt as i had when we first had sex. Beautiful. Seductive. Wanted. The question was, did he truly want me now? It had been hours since I had seen him, hours since the truth had been revealed and Salvatore stated he wanted me forever, in his bed and in his life. Even Perrin believed the same
Nala Silence wrapped around us, not a single hint of other sounds invading my space. The house was quiet, the staff remaining unobtrusive. With the truth of Nova’s actions came a new respect for me. While i had hoped they would forgive me and accept me for myself. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” His fingertips glided along my jaw and down the delicate line of my neck. “Your skin is like silk and your lips taste like heaven. Being with you is what I live for. When you were gone…” I placed two fingers over his lips. “I will never leave you again. I will learn to speak up and you will” “Believe in you without question. Never again will another come between us.” Our son chose that moment to shift and turn inside me and Salvatore chuckled. “Except this one.” He dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to my stomach. “Hello my little one, do not be so hard on your mama. Go to sleep now for papa. I must love your mama now.” A heated flash burned my cheeks when i understood what