Adrian stood under the shower, letting the water soak him.Taking showers usually relieved his stress, but today, it didn't seem to be working. His wolf was eventually getting restless by the minute."I want to feel our mate." He whined somewhere at the back of his head."She's under punishment and I can't defy my wife." Adrian tried to repress the voice of his wolf, but Orion wasn't ready to give up, not until he smelled and felt the presence of his wolf again.Parting his lips to let out a lowly growl which voiced out the frustration he had pent up on the inside, he tugged at his hair almost pulling it out of its root. Orion was not helping matters. He kept on pushing to regain control, to go in search of their mate.After a while, he put out the shower, draping a towel around his waist as he made his way out of the bathroom.He could shamelessly tell that something was disturbing his wolf and every single cell inside him.It was the mere thought of Irish getting hurt after all she
Irish sauntered across the road as she slowly pulled out of the car.She had slept in the car overnight since it long run out of fuel.She had no idea where this place was, however, looking around, one thing was certain. She was in the land of the humans.The city buzzed with people from all walks of life going to their various destinations. Some were a group of college girls, others, were mostly males and females rushing somewhere.She walked. Alone.The city streets stretched out before her, seeming endless.Suddenly Irish turned around, a look of confusion clouding her expression.Her nose flared as she sniffled hard. She could perceive the human scents of the crowded street but there was a fleeting animalistic smell in the air.The scent was well cloaked. However, her father had once sold drugs to some mafia humans back then and this was exactly how he scented after using lots of scent concealer.Walking briskly, in the direction of the scent, Irish clutched tightly to her cloth b
Scrambling to his feet, Adrian tore through the spaces from his office to the elevator in a state of frenzy.His phone almost slid off his pants, but he reflexly caught it mid-air.Still cursing under his breath, he ran to the ICT department.Finding Michael was an easy task. He was always seated at the back of a table of computers. Engrossed in his work.This was a highly-paid job, yet requiring skills.Adrian watched him switch from one computer to the other as he got his tasks done. Sensing the looming presence of someone, Michael turned around to see it was Alpha Adrian. Shocked he stared blankly at him.Adrian was the proper definition of boss, confidence, and responsibility.He'd never come down to pass a message. He had lots of people and a fucking cell phone.Meaning he'd only come here because the mission was important. One he couldn't say over the phone."Good day," Michael greeted. "Track an IP address and tell me who the hell's keeping me on edge!" Quickly cutting him of
The Nightshade pack belonged to the Lycan King, Jasper, and the land in which they stood, was part of the Nightshade pack, however, because it was a land in dispute, all the Alpha in various parts of the world had agreed that no one would trespass into it.At least, until the dispute was resolved.This place was called the Golgotha of Nightshades pack for a reason. The Alpha King's little pup was killed in this very place by humans during the annual meeting of Alphas.That incident in itself had sparked crises, but the more chaotic ending came when the search for the culprit wolf, who had betrayed his clan and collaborated with the human-wolf hunter, began.This led to the propagation of a new law. A new dawn, being that whichever Alpha trespassed, had a high chance, of not only losing his office but could be seen as a traitor, indictable for felony, ready to be haunted down by the Lycan King himself.Automatically, appearing here meant that Adrian had become Lycan King's sworn enemy
As Jasper walked away with his little troupe, Adrian swiftly turned on his feet, fixing a curious gaze on Alan.Giving him a long look, Adrian asked, "What he said, was that the truth?"Alan kept silent, making the tension in their hearts heighten."For the last time, Alan, did you do anything behind my back?" Alan had a withdrawn look on his face as he folded his arms, looking like he didn't care about Adrian's inner turmoil at all.His eyes sparked disinterest as he curled his lips into a quick sneer, "Fine. I guess it's confession time, then."Adrian folded his fist and gave Alan a stern look, "Start talking already," He said, sounding impatient.Alan's body shook as he burst into a peal of laughter, bending slightly with his palms almost touching his stomach."Come on, don't make me sound like the wicked soul I'm not." He scoffed. "We're not with father right now." He said, further aggravating Adrian.While they were much younger, Alan would always complain to their father that A
SIX YEARS LATER "Bbrrrrrrrrnnggggg!!!" The sound of the alarm clock woke Irish and she scrambled to her feet, yawning, stretching, and wiping her eyes with the back of her palm. She needed to prepare her six-year-old son, Jayden for school or he'd be late. Entering her restroom, she brushed her teeth, washed her face, and tied up her hair in a messy bun. She would take her bath once Jayden entered the school bus since she didn't have enough strength to take him to school in her own car. Last night was stressful, and she knew it was written all over her face. Last night, she hadn't successfully told Jayden his usual bedtime stories when he fell asleep. Sauntering over to the door, Irish squeezed the handle, yanking it open, but she found Jayden, hands suspended mid-air as he was about to knock on her door. Seeing Jayden's face brought back memories she was so desperately trying to forget, resurfacing to the top, her feeling of nostalgia, shimmering right below the surface of her
Night came and Irish was already at the club on time.Climbing out of a cab, she walked gingerly in the direction of the place with high lights and music - Fire and Ice.Walking into the place, neon lights and music filled the place, giving it the cozy feel of nightlife.There was a bar for those who wanted to drink, and then, plush leather cushions were arranged for some men who wanted to watch hot bodies of girls twirling around the pole, dancing to the tune of music.Irish was amongst the dancers, only she was amongst the hottest.And the hottest was usually reserved for the last.Walking over the counter, Irish peered at Peter the barman. He was doing what he knew best - mixing drinks."Hello handsome, can I have some?" She asked and that was when Peter lifted his face to stare back at her.His lips instantly curled into a smile, a smothering look of admiration clouding his gaze."Look who we have here," He swept a playful seductive gaze over her."Give me a shot." Irish shot him
Signaling Irish with his finger, he silently beckoned on her to come to him.Irish almost shivered, holding her breath. The man was frreaking hot. The kind that left you fanning your blushing face and gasping for breath.As she lowered herself to his lap, her eyes traveled to his lips. They were the reddest shade she had ever seen.She raised her hands to his neck, her arms circling it, his skin warm against hers.Unknowingly, she squirmed ever so naturally against him. Suddenly she took notice of the thickness of his thighs against her tender ones."He's not even our fucking mate, get back in here, Irish. Damn!" Elsa groaned in her head and Irish who seemed to have been lost got out of her reverie.This wasn't the first time she was handling a handsome man and it definitely wouldn't be the last but that didn't mean she was going to be so lost in thoughts about his beauty that she'd forget her fucking dangerous role - her crimes.Her crimes helped her make a living, well, as long as l