LOGINAELIANA“Stay the night, it’ll be just like old times. All my kids together.”Those words unnerve me.I don’t want to stay the night, I don't want it to be like old times. Those times were creaking hell, those times need to stay in the fucking past, I hate my past.I want to go home, but the rain is pouring more heavily now. It started to rain just around the time Kingston left the house with Audey, and it hasn't stopped since. It’s been close to four hours, which means he must have made it to West End patrol station, dropped off Vittoria at his parents' house, and is now driving back to the packhouse. I still can't believe I let him go with her, leaving myself trapped here with my family. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I was triggered, and I just wanted to help Vittoria, and all I could do was tell him to leave me, but I’m slightly regretting it now. I feel I should have tagged along, not because I don't trust him with Audrey, but because I'm feeling lonely now. I’m getting too emotiona
“Oh dear,” Pandora winces. “I’ll get someone to clean it up.”“Come meet my husband,” Seraphine giggles. “You didn’t get a chance to meet him at the wedding.”Aeliana stands frozen, but her husband moves fast, grinning from ear to ear. “Luna Aeliana, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He says, “Please accept these flowers as a token of my gratitude for such a wonderful night.” He says, offering her a bouquet of odd flowers, not just one but several types.Aeliana reaches for the bouquet with wide eyes, but I drop her hand when I notice the snapdragons peaking out. “She’s allergic to snapdragons,” I gritt through my teeth, annoyed that he thought to bring my mate—my wife flowers.Sure, his wife, Audrey, and Pandora all have flowers, even Oakley, but he shouldn’t be giving my wife any flowers, much less those that might make her break out in hives. “Apologies, sister-in-law. Sera, mind trading flowers with your sister?”“Babe, these are my favourite flowers.” Seraphine whines, holding her wh
KINGSTONEver since I brought up the idea of going to Hartley residence for dinner, Aeliana has been nothing short of a mess. Excuses here, there, she fakes a stomach ache, sore muscles, and even tries to seduce me so we could stay inside.I’m an easy man whore when it comes to her, but I didn’t give in tonight, I stood on the promise I made Pandora yesterday. I try my best to decline any and every invite to their house, and I’ve ensured Pandora is too busy to visit my wife because of the obvious anxiety she causes her, but I couldn’t say no this time.Seraphine and her husband are returning, and they would like to celebrate their return. And while I'd rather be cooped up in the house with my wife, I reckon I have to give in sometimes. They barely see her, and in their own fucked up way, they love her. Personally, no child of mine would be shunned from the family over stupid mistakes, but each to their own I guess.They'd better enjoy these three hours I’m giving them tonight, because
I peel the sheet away and slide my hand down her stomach until I slip it into her panties, finding her soaked, swollen, and undoubtedly aching. She lets out a soft gasp, her hips disturb into my fingers the moment I touch her clit. I circle my thumb around her clit, slow and teasing while she continues to rock against it, her breath catching.I pull her panties to the side, slightly ripping them for better access. “I’ve got you, Siren,” I whisper against her ear, brushing my cock against her entrance. She doesn’t seem to appreciate the teasing, her body pushes back, taking the tip inside her with a soft, broken moan.I slowly fill her, inch by inch, enjoying the little sounds she makes every time I sink in deeper. I wait a moment for her to adjust, and when she begins to rock against me again, I know it’s time.My hips move slowly and deep, fucking her from behind while she’s still half-dreaming. The thought has me on the brink of coming, I can’t even begin to imagine wh
Betterthan mine? Really? The room that his girlfriend decorated is better than mine? I want to scream at him, but I remember I’m sober, he isn’t. It’s nothing short of a waste. “One more word out of you, and you’re sleeping on the floor,” I warn, making a mental note to remind myself to bring it up tomorrow, along with how embarrassing it is for him to go out climbing mountains and screaming my name as if I died ten years ago.His arm finds me again, “I want to sleep next to you. I want to sleep with my mate, how’s that?”The way he calls me mate makes me forget how angry I was, and the way his eyes soften? Oh, I could just pass away. My lips twitch with a smile. “You’re lucky I’m feeling compassionate.”“That’s good,” he says.I take us down to my room, listening to him lecture me about my bad temper, and listing all the ways in which I am driving him insane, but he praises me too, tells me that he’d rather go insane with me than without me.In my room, he crashes on the bed with hi
“Kingston,” Rowan warns from the passenger seat, his voice trembling with panic.I move over, pushing against the door. “I should have thrown him over the bridge,” I mumble to myself. “And next time, please call the person he is really yearning for,” I tell Rowan, irritated by the entire situation.“He’s drunk, he doesn't know what he’s saying.” Rowan says, “ignore him.”Drunk or not, he knows exactly what he is saying, his drunken words are his sober thoughts, and he’s thinking of her right now. I guess we aren’t past the whole suprise fated bond.“I should have married her when I had the chance,” he groans, “But you can’t marry a fourteen-year-old even if you’re both underage. Just stupid laws, stupid world.” He slams his head against the seat. “I miss my girl.”“As of tomorrow, you can go back to her.” I snap, keeping my gaze out the window, watching the world pass me by like it has for years.“I miss my girl,” he repeats. “Do you think she ever thinks about me? I’m scared to check
AELIANAI wake up sometime in the morning, my body is warm, but my heart has never been colder. I don’t remember falling asleep, but everything before then is clear as day. Kingston’s tattoo stares at me, taunting me. Her face flashes in my mind, but this time, I don’t cry, I simply look away. King
AELIANAAfter drinking the concussion that Maddox made, I don’t need to sleep anymore. It works fast, I’m back to my old self in no time, and that too with a renewed energy. I end up spending my day drawing on my bed, my mind hasn’t felt this clear in weeks, and I haven’t been this satisfied either
“What do you want?” I snap, already uninterested now. She’s getting personal, touching wounds I haven’t healed from.“You have to admit you’re a conniving slut,” she says, arms crossed over her chest. “I want you to admit that it kills you that he wants me instead, I want you to admit that you are
His eyes widen, “What has gotten into you?”I shrug, “Hopefully, you in the few seconds.”“No.”“No?” I blink?God, my hands fall from his face, and the humiliation sets in very quickly. I wish the floor could split open and swallow me whole. Do I really disgust him that much? I misinterpreted the







