Lancelot reached the location ahead of schedule, his keen gaze sweeping over the lavish decor of the restaurant. Lancelot glanced at the time on his watch. The hour was young, and around him, and the room lived with low voices and the occasional clatter that gave life to stillness. His fingers moved to the cufflink on his right wrist, silver catching the light as he straightened, he lowered himself into the window-side chair.Exactly three minutes later, the grand doors swung open, breaking the stillness. It was her fragrance that touched him first, then came the sound of her heels. Lancelot shifted slightly in his chair right as Amelia entered. She looked so beautiful and elegant.Amelia wore a red flower-colored gown, which matched her complexion but was shaped in such a way that it brought out her endowed figure.Lancelot couldn't take his eyes off her even when Amelia's eyes caught his eyes. " I apologize for keeping you waiting for such a long time, Lancelot. It wasn't an int
The door closed behind Pedro, Andrew gazed out the large window, observing the wind swirl among the branches. Pedro's words echoed once more in his mind: "Something suspicious is happening with Vivian and Lancelot." Andrew tightened his hands into fists. No, he could no longer disregard it. With a soft growl, Andrew shifted away from the window. He decided that he would pursue it further. Not as the Alpha, but as a wronged partner. In the following days, Andrew remained quiet and low-key. He did not confront Vivian about his previous conversation with Pedro. He looked on and noted her every action. Vivian continued to arrive home late, as her justifications were becoming increasingly weak. She will either claim she was followed during a client meeting or she would claim she had an appointment with the pack's doctor. Every time, her eyes displayed a nervous glint. However, Andrew did not jump into action with her.Andrew observed every aspect. Even the moment she had a wrinkle on
There was silence in that space and none of them could say a word.Monica rose gradually, her book remaining untouched. The leather-bound book struck the wooden floor of the cabin. "Come down here, Ethan," she said, her tone steady yet laden with unexpressed significance. "It's time we had a conversation." At the stairway's summit, Ethan's boots were silent as he appeared. Sadie glanced over and tracked Monica's gaze. Her breathing halted as she saw her son positioned just past the banister, his gaze locked on them. "Were you paying attention?" Her tone was careful. Ethan remained silent. His quietness was more powerful than a roar. "I knew it," Monica whispered, a glimmer of contentment in her aged, insightful eyes. Sadie, nonetheless, moved ahead, her voice becoming resolute. "You listened to us, Ethan, so I won't say it again." "The truth that Monica mentioned you should be aware of..." she breathed out quickly before continuing, "...is that it's about time you tied the knot
However, Annie returned to the living room as soon as she realized that Ethan had left Cecilia by herself in the living room. Cecilia remained still by the fireplace, arms crossed. Annie burst in with great intensity. “What just happened a few minutes ago?” she inquired, her tone sharp, her eyebrows knitted. Cecilia's shoulders tensed, yet her voice stayed quiet. "How is it possible, Annie, that you think I'm still in love with Andrew?" After everything he’s done to me? “Following all that I experienced with him?” Annie’s speed decreased, her voice becoming gentler as she approached. “Then why, Cel... why do you refuse to let Ethan in? That man has waited month after month for you. He remained by your side even when the aroma of another man still lingered on you. He stayed while you were shattered. “He continues to wait.” Cecilia’s eyes darted to the door as if she might still hear Ethan’s distant footsteps. Her lips opened, then shut. The lump in her throat wouldn’t move.
However, Cecilia remained silent and did not stop him. Ethan moved closer to Cecilia, their lips colliding fiercely as he took possession of her mouth. His right hand crept to her neck.Cecilia's hands shook against his chest. She ought to have halted him or shoved him aside and reminded him that the baby lying just outside her room had recently finished feeding. Yet her wolf awoke as well, reacting to his touch with a desire she had suppressed for far too long. Her gaze was fixed on his, large and untamed. As his lips moved down her neck. Her breath caught as his fangs brushed against her pulse point. He hesitated, feeling her heart beating rapidly. Nevertheless, she did not oppose it. In a single fluid movement, Ethan pulled down her chiffon top. The fragile material yielded effortlessly beneath his touch. When Ethan's tongue wrapped around her nipple, she moaned in response to the overwhelming pleasure. Ethan then lowered Cecilia onto the bed and moved over her. The moonbeams
The sound beat of music from the ballroom throbbed softly behind the thick door of the suite. "Vivian," Andrew exclaimed over the line, urgency woven into each word. "Where are you located?" She calmed herself before answering in a measured voice. "Still at the party, Andrew." "What's happening?" Even though discomfort tingled against her skin, she concealed it with ease. Her voice revealed nothing of the flames igniting within her from Lancelot's eager caress. "I just received a call from someone at the company," Andrew said quickly. "He mentioned that he spotted you, and he also claimed that someone in usher attire spilled a drink on your dress." "Is that correct?" Vivian's shoulders sagged a bit. Her muscles relaxed slightly. Thus, that was the essence of this call. She let out a gentle laugh. "Yes, you are right about it." "But it's merely a small mishap," she stated, her tone calm. "I'm completely okay." "No need to be concerned." Andrew breathed out. She could nearly sens