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Apollo POV I was so busy over the past few days that I hadn’t been able to take out time for Natasha. I had to make up for all the missed time. I can't say that I didn't love the look on her face. She was crimson, scandalized when I presented her with the lingerie. I had got it specially ordered for her from one of the most iconic fashion houses of the human realm. It cost me around six thousand dollars but was fucking the most deserving piece for Natasha, for the way I fantasized about her. The way her soft lips and body yielded to mine, kept replaying in my head for a thousandth time. It was worth bribing Mr. Scott. I chuckled as I browsed through her photos that I had clicked on my cellphone ever since she had met me. I particularly liked the one in which she was coming for me, around my cock. I had captured her facial expressions and made it my wallpaper. Gods, those sexy eyes. My cock hardened. Yeah, I loved capturing her every way I could. I was sitting in a secluded corne
Apollo POV I was thankful to God that Natasha didn’t come for lunch but then my stomach knotted for a different reason. She must be hungry and hadn’t eaten since morning. Rage mingled with anxiety, I went to search for her. I saw Artemis heading to the cafeteria along with Duncan and Gilbert. “Where is she?” I asked him. He shrugged. “She didn’t want to come. Said she had work.” What work? The knots in my stomach twisted and twisted till my muscles bulged with tension. A muscle feathered in my jaw. All I could think of was her previous boyfriend. Was the blond really after her? Did they know each other? I think I didn’t give her enough warning that she was off the limits. Was she seeing him behind my back? I had to go to the Blue Mountain pack on the weekend and to make up for the time in advance, I had bought that lingerie for her and presented it to her in the class. The thing was that I bought the six-thousand-dollar lingerie not to see her wearing it, but to rip it off of
Natasha POV It had been a day since I hadn't seen Apollo. I skipped school on Friday because I was a dickhead. I knew that if Apollo came in front of me, my steel resolve to never see him would crumble. I was sure that he was having fun with Rita. I almost imagined them together in Rita’s bedroom, making out and laughing at me. My lips quivered as I stopped myself from crying in front of Nicole. I had sobbed and sobbed and my eyes were so puffy that another drop of tear would hurt it. Why couldn’t I stay away from the big bad wolf? I should have. I started building walls around my heart in order to face Apollo and Rita. Why did his betrayal hurt me like nothing else had hurt me in this life? A shaky breath left my lips. “Do you have any animosity against it?” I furrowed my eyebrows and looked up. Nicole was watching me with concern from across the kitchen. She was leaning on the edge of the counter where she was making soup on the hot plate. “Huh?” “Your pancake.” She gesture
Apollo POV The day Nicole said that she didn’t want to see me, it burned in me as if someone had poured acid in my body. My whole life seemed to come to a standstill. I had thought of spending a beautiful evening with her to make up for the loss of time and here I was about to go insane. Was she trying to reject me? The pain that surged in my body at the word ‘reject’ was wreathing my soul to a painful level which was beyond tolerance. Rage ate from inside. Did she want to go to her boyfriend? For the rest of the day instead of going back to my office, I hunted for the blond in our pack. And he wasn’t there. My secretary had sent our men to every hotel, locality and even checked the database for a man who looked like the description I sent him, but no one like that existed. That confirmed my belief that he must have come from a different pack to follow his love interest. I saw red. I remembered the way he looked at her, the way he danced at her or the way he wanted to kiss her. Th
Hands around my tumbler tightened. Artemis was right. I froze to my spot, as I watched her walking to a patio chair in a solitary corner. Her eyes were on the girls who had stripped naked and were jumping in the pool, squealing and laughing loud. I was sure they had scented me and were showing their assets. But I was fixedly looking at one girl who stayed away from me for three days. The golden-haired, blue-eyed girl who haunted me every living second of my day. My wolf was clamoring, clawing and was being one restless beast. It wanted to go to his mate. And I know that it would struggle and sniff and raze the world to the ground to reach her. I rose to my feet, pulled like a magnet. I prowled closer to her with my eyes fixed on the target. As if she sensed me already, her head snapped in my direction. A beautiful blush rose on her cheeks and spread it down her neck and chest. I walked closer, closer, closer and halted until I was standing next to her, towering over her. Her citrusy
Natasha POVI wasn’t even listening to him. My body and my soul were so aligned with what he was doing to me that I didn’t hear him. His finger went deep inside me to my turgid spot. As soon as it hit the spot, my knees went wobbly, I lifted a little and my toes curled. I moaned, wanting him as hell. God, I missed him. The moment I saw him, my stomach plummeted but the moment I was surrounded by her woodsy, male musk scent, my brain stopped working. He was looking gaunt. It was as if he hadn’t eaten food for the last few days. There were dark circles beneath his eyes and a stubble worth of two days. His hair was tousled as if he had forgotten to comb them. My chest squeezed. I wanted to caress him and smooth his hair.I resisted the urge to go with him inside the woods, but my body rebelled against me. I found myself being taken away by my wolf into the dark woods that were just as dark as he was. “Say it, Natasha!” he commanded. “Hmm?” I was focused on chasing my pleasure, so I cle
One of the reasons why I couldn’t come back home was because it smelled of him. My bedroom smelled of him. It would have killed me if I stayed here surrounded by his smell, all the while thinking that he was with Rita. Apollo set me on my feet and I touched the soft mattress of my bed. He lifted his face to look at me as he smoothed my hair back from my forehead and cheeks. “Don’t leave me…” he whispered. He lifted my dress, removed it and tossed it on the floor, leaving me in the red risqué lingerie. His lips parted and he rubbed his hand over his mouth as he stared at me. My cheeks heated but I didn’t lower my gaze. Slowly, he pushed me back and when I was lying on the bed, he crawled over me. “I want to rip this lingerie off you. I want to go wild with you.” And my thighs clenched. I placed my palm over his face, and whispered, “Then do that.” He gulped. His gaze drifted to my gauzy bra and then back to my lips. He brought his thumb to my lips and pressed them. I could see h
I gasped when I saw his erection and my face heated like a thousand suns. But I wanted to see how much I could resist him. I quickly dragged my eyes away from him, turned and set the hot plate on. I bent a little to take out the frying pan from the cupboard below and placed it on the hot plate. I heard a low growl from behind and a smile curled my lips up. We were playing a game. Who was going to succumb first? Well, I wasn’t. I started pouring the mixture on the pan and added some blueberries at the top. However, all the time, I could feel his piercing gaze on my back. Come for me wolf. My smile broadened. Moments passed, yet I didn’t hear anything. Heck I was expecting him to come behind me, but that familiar warmth, those ridged muscles of his chest and the heat of his cock—all was missing. Only those fierce gray eyes. I resisted as hell not to turn and look back at him and waited for the pancakes to become brown. I flipped them and waited, waited, waited. Damn! The anticipation