FAZER LOGINAnastasiaFor a second, I don’t react.Not because I want this.But because I don’t understand it.Corbin’s lips are warm, soft in a way that should feel comforting. His hand lifts, settling lightly against my cheek like he’s afraid I might pull away.And maybe I should.Maybe I would have, two months ago.But now my body feels slow. Heavy. Like I am watching this happen from somewhere just outside myself.Then something snaps into place.I push him.Not hard. Just enough for him to get the message.Corbin pulls back immediately, his hands lifting in surrender. There is no anger on his face, only surprise. Then something else. Something quieter.“I’m sorry,” he says.I stare at him.My lips still feel warm. My chest feels tight.“You shouldn’t have done that.”“I know.”His answer comes too quickly, like he already expected this.Silence stretches between us. The wind slips through the open window again, brushing past my arms, cooling the heat rising under my skin.“I thought…” He exh
AnastasiaI watch him leave this room. His shoulders look tense, I notice.“You’re quiet.” Arthur says.“I just don’t feel like talking.”He grins. “But the two of you were doing a lot of talking with your eyes.” He wiggles his brows at me.I turn to my father who has gone back to staring out the window.Arthur’s phone buzzes.He stretches his arms.“My guest is here. Darling sister, I have someone who’d like to see you.” “I don’t want to see anyone.”“Of course you don’t. But… don’t speak too soon.”He leaves the room, his hands shoved into his pockets.Something urges me to follow him outside - just to satisfy the burning curiosity.My stomach flips over when I catch sight of the dazzling brown curly hair that once filled my dreams.Corbin.He was the guest?Oh, right.And, that’s not all. Levi is still standing there. The air feels thick with tension. They have never met as far as I know, but the air reeks of alpha territoriality.Then, they both turn to look at me.Instead of col
Levi.When she finally looks up, I heave a heavy sigh. I was almost afraid she’d have another episode.Her eyes are wide.“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” I say awkwardly.I can feel her thudding heartbeat against my arm, the heat of her skin.“We almost died.”We?“My baby.” She murmurs under her breath.Oh. The baby. Not me.“Are you afraid of cars or something?” I ask, trying to stop my voice from sounding rigid.“My mom died in a car accident.”My breath catches. It makes sense now. It's a trauma.“I didn’t know.”As if regaining her wits, she pulls away from me and wipes at her eyes.“That wasn’t supposed to happen.” She doesn’t meet my gaze.I look out the window to distract myself. Alphonsus is helping a blonde woman out of the car. Her pretty hair is streaked with blood at the edges.She’s lucky she’s alive.After helping her settle down and calling an ambulance, he returns to the car.“I hope I didn’t take too long.” He says, looking at Anastasia.She manages a smile at him
Levi I haven’t had much sleep. She’s leaving tomorrow. And I won’t get to see her for another month. It’s probably for the best, I keep telling myself? The time we spent fighting over pillows had reminded me of the time when we had been in high school. I remain hovered over the treadmill. Part of me doesn’t want to go out. If I do, she’ll leave soon enough. Yesterday, I had a glimpse of the woman beneath, the cheerful Anastasia whose biting sarcasm never waned but was capable of laughter. I had known that part of her once. But I won’t be fooled a second time. Staring at the meter, I increase the speed. Perspiration beads down my forehead by the time we are done. A glance at the wallclock tells me that it’s nearly nine. Shit! We were supposed to leave for her place at eight. Instead of feeling remorse, a crooked grin plays on my lips. She’d probably be pouting, preparing all the verbal ammunition she could come up with in the space of an hour. I pick a towel from my neatly a
AnastasiaI didn’t sleep well last night. There are dark circles under my eyes.Greta had arrived earlier than usual to help me with my preparations. There wasn’t much to pack - I didn’t use the closet space he offered, mostly because I didn’t want to get too comfortable.Levi was nowhere to be seen that morning. He was supposed to drop me off - he had insisted on doing it himself.One thing was certain, he hadn’t gone to work. In fact, no one had seen him leave the house.Then, where the hell was he?The sun is shining brightly ahead, making the water fountain look like falling crystals.The gardener is diligently at work, trimming the flowers as he listens to music using his headphones.Alphonsus stands by the door with me, whistling quietly.“Where do you think he is?” I ask for the third time that morning.“Let’s be patient. It’s not in his nature to keep people waiting. He must be held back by something important.”I heave a sigh, glancing down at my wristwatch.It’s a quarter pa
Anastasia“If you want me to kiss you, you have to lean forward, Crosswalk.”He arches a brow.“I’m not the one offering payment. If you want a pillow, you have to be willing to get it.”I pout at him. “You’re milking the situation! I’m pregnant, for crying out loud!”“That’s all the more reason you need a pillow.” He counters.I curse under my breath. “Fine. We’ll play your game.”I slid my legs off the bed slowly, exaggerating each movement. When I catch his gaze, he’s smirking smugly.Ugh! I want to punch him so hard that his teeth would fall out.His eyes are dark and intense as they look down at me. I suck in a deep breath.This is all for a pillow, I tell myself.I accidentally step on his feet in an effort to inch closer. A sigh escapes me when our bodies touch. Then, I stand on my tippy toes and touch my lips to his.He doesn’t respond, he just stands there struggling not to grin at my desperation.I grimace.“This isn’t funny.” I try to pull away.He holds me firmly in place,
AnastasiaGreta pokes her head at the door.“What are you up to?”I shrug, pretending to not know what she’s talking about.She walks into the room.“Why aren’t you asleep?”I pull out a book from beneath the covers. “I was reading.”She narrows her eyes at me. “You read in the morning. Now, it’s t
Levi The moment I walk into the office, she jumps on me. Athelia Bairne. “It’s so good to see you.” I murmur into her hair. Resila clears her throat loudly, reminding me of the impropriety of the situation. I pull away from the embrace gently and rearrange my attire. “Levi!” She cups my
LeviMy decision to keep a distance from her melts faster than butter.I grab her head, lifting her face up to mine. My lips find hers, hard, rough.She moans softly, undoing me with the soft sound.She leans against me, trusting me to support her weight.She parts her lips, giving me access to sli
AnastasiaThe next few days, I see very little of him. The huge house is quiet. Too quiet.I spend my mornings swimming in the pool and my afternoons reading the novels in his study.But through it all, there’s always this restlessness I feel. A need to see him. To fight with him. Anything.Sometim







