Bruna’s POV“Start reading and massage my thighs, Bruna!” Alpha Silas ordered strictly.A jittery feeling coursed through me as the stern voice brushed into my ear. Sitting uncomfortably close to my husband, wearing a babydoll dress, caused my heart to throb with conflicting emotions. On our wedding
“If you wouldn’t open it completely, how would you see my thighs and massage them, huh?” His voice was sharp, and he eyed me to part the edges away.Seeing how slow my hands were, he parted away those edges with aggression. I was left spellbound when my eyes got a treat of his well-toned body with a
Bruna’s POV“Why do you make me feel so good, hun?” Alpha Silas’ cold yet flirtatious voice seeped into my ear and triggered a current that shook me.He brushed his face against my cheek when he averted his lips from my ear, pulling his face away. My heart was in my mouth when I saw his handsome fac
Silas’ POV“My Alpha, it’s 2:30 AM already. You should sleep now,” Beta Bonnie said to me politely.I raised my eyes from the papers in my hands to see Beta Bonnie seated on the couch opposite mine.“In a pressing tone, Bonnie urged, ‘We have completed most of the work, My Alpha. It’s time for you t
“Bruna, Bruna, BRUNA!”However, I got no response and was about to head back inside, but I heard a crashing sound coming from the couch set, and I got worried. I hurriedly ran my wheelchair toward the couch and called out for my wife in a worried tone, “Bruna, Bruna!”Bringing the wheelchair to a ha
Bruna’s POVA glimmer of light suddenly appeared after a prolonged period of darkness behind my closed eyelids. Its presence unsettled me, causing me to shift my body to the left. As my closed eyelids tightened, my face contorted in response to the sudden burst of brightness washing over me. Intense
His warm hand rubbing my back provided relief, and I nodded. He pointed coldly at his black suit resting on the bed, commanding, “Help me get dressed!”My eyes widened in disbelief as I turned to gaze at my husband. His face remained expressionless as usual, offering no clues to his intentions. His
Bruna’s POVI observed a Black Rolls Royce Phantom pulling up at the entrance of the mansion where we stood. The driver disembarked and graciously held the door open for me. Assisting my husband in stepping out of his wheelchair, I helped him settle inside. Taking a seat beside him, we embarked on o