She looked down. "I was called a hypocrite by my husband today," she said softly. Her admission touched a chord in me. It was intense that she would share such a personal grievance with someone she thought was a stranger. She might not remember this encounter in the morning, but for now, her drunke
~Ezinne~ I groaned softly and yawned widely as awareness slowly seeped back into my senses. My eyelids fluttered open, and immediately, my body announced its condition. It started with a blinding, pounding headache drumming relentlessly at my temples, followed by a wave of nausea that made the
"Thank you," I muttered. He responded with a low hum and a single nod, an acknowledgement as brief as it was formal, then turned on his heel and strode towards the door. However, he paused at the threshold. "When you feel much better, I would like us to discuss some pack matters together." I nodd
I was a complete flake. I kept telling myself that keeping away from her was for the best and because I wanted her to be happy. But I couldn't keep those promises. After what felt like an eternity of running across the training grounds, I stripped off my sweat-soaked clothes and gave up control to m
Hello guys, I hope you are still enjoying my story. Thank you for reading this far. For this chapter, I will use the third person’s POV because I want to represent what they both feel at every point. Malik paced restlessly at the end of the grand staircase in the spacious foyer. He glanced freque
Ezinne shook her head, and he saw the hurt and anger in her eyes. Seeing those emotions directed at him shattered something inside Malik. It broke him that he was making her see him as a monster. Maybe he had taken this too far. But as she spoke her next words, his fleeting remorse was swept away by
Malik suddenly grabbed her by the hips, and sat her on the table, pushing himself to fit between her thighs. He hated the sound of Xavier's name on her lips, he hated the way she laughed so easily in his presence. And he hated how much he was showing that he cared about those things. The table was t
Third Person's POV Malik's mouth crashed down on Ezinne's once more, igniting a firestorm of desire as he swept her from the table, guiding her to clasp her legs around his waist. His rock-hard arousal strained against his pants, and he wouldn't let anything come between them this time. He shoved