One call. All it takes is one phone call. For Pete’s sake just call. She’s been staring at her phone all morning. She’s been mustering all the courage she needed to make the call. Since when did a single phone call became her toughest obstacle?Right. When she started mooning over Vren Parkinson without control over it. And that’s why she’s been wanting to call in the first place.Audrey figured she needed the fresh air to clear her mind, so she sat in the front porch and breathed in some courage.She’s been so occupied she didn’t pay attention to the car easing onto the driveway. Her head snapped to the direction of the driver’s side where the car door just closed with a soft thud. Her hands clenched at the sight of a familiar face she’s known by heart.He hesitated when he sees her on the porch swing. Mistaking her lack of movement for something else other than pure surprise, he turns and reopens the door.“Dad, it’s okay.” She bolted upright, stopping her
Audrey paces in her bedroom. The pink interior slowly transitioned into an irritating shade because her room looked happy in contrary to the dread dwelling in the pit of her stomach. Her mother came over to her Aunt Gemma’s house—the first time she went out of the house since she has been discharged from the hospital.A revving car from outside snapped her out of her thoughts, reorienting her to the task at hand. The engine groaned loudly into a stop but she couldn’t care less about it. She leaned her back against the wall, looked out the window where the sun was streaming in several hours ago. There wasn’t any trace of it anymore which means she’s spent the day fruitlessly.The wall felt cold against her back. She gathered a calming breath in through her nose and scrolled through her contacts one more time. Swallowing the bile in her throat, she rings him. The soles of her feet were freezing as her palms. She hoped it will go to voicemail and save her from the embarras
“Sweetheart?” Vren closes the door behind him. She hasn’t opened the door for him. Although she only meets him at the door on a few occasions, he’s still allowed to expect a peck from his girlfriend. He padded quietly inside his penthouse, chest fluttering as he hears her elegant voice from the living room.He watches in amusement as the woman he’s been obsessing over for months now chided someone over her phone. He couldn’t exactly hear the entire conversation but he was able to get the idea that it was about an advertiser who pulled out from a prime spot at the last minute.She’s supposed to be on sabbatical leave but she kept everything monitored through Kylie. Although she reassured him she’s keeping herself from stress, Vren tries to get her off the phone. Mainly for his own personal gain because he needed the attention. Some days she’s hunched over her laptop, maybe checking her emails, and sometimes engrossed in a video call with her friend Rachel Myers whom she
“Berry, nude or matte blue?”Audrey squinted closer to her computer screen where Jessica was holding three nail polishes and Kathie was shifting in her enormous couch. “Nude.”Since two out of three has had hassles going to places, they resorted to video calls.“Yeah, nude.” Kathie nods, pausing to fluff a throw pillow.“Boring. I think I’ll choose matte blue.” She glances briefly at them, then snort laughed.Audrey shot her a glare. “What?”“Nothing. My screen is ninety-five percent round bellies. Five percent faces of my best friends.” She shakes the bottle, grinning at the screen.“I’ll kill you if you take a screenshot right now.”Jessica bellowed a laugh. “I’d like to see you try with that belly.”“Just wait until you get one of these bellies too,” Kathie chimes in a sing song voice. She adjusted her phone, angling it to her face.Their friend merely snorted and started painting her toenails.Audrey would’ve given a skeptical eye
Audrey nodded, sweeping her gaze on every faces in the conference room. She was in one of their weekly meetings. She was following up on their stories, barely speaking because there wasn’t much to say to the competent and insightful women around the table. The fitness team were just giving her an update when her phone buzzed with a text message from Vren.She clicks her pen, wishing nothing more but for the meeting to be over. And when it did, she watches in agony as everyone exits before her. She types a reply on her phone, changing her mind when a man she recognized in one glimpse comes in as everyone else was going out.The lingering glances didn’t go unnoticed. She was getting used to the female attention he constantly gets wherever he goes. She still has her moments though – where she just couldn’t help but get jealous. But, of course, Vren doesn’t have to know that. The things is, she really thought the women would eventually subside once he no longer have the lux
I don't bother to pack my clothes neatly in my suitcase. Before he finds out what I'm doing, I need to get out of here quickly. Because the tears keep coming, I stop and wipe my face, which has no meaning. How did this happen in my life? Although the thought of finding my mate frightened me, I was nonetheless extremely excited. It sounds too good to be true, and before, I would have said it wasn't, but now, it is. The one wolf that is supposed to be yours is made just for you, and he will love you no matter what. They are supposed to love you, but that doesn't mean they won't ruin you. I had everything arranged, I planned to go on with the little guy taking care of and move gradually up to turning into a pack maternity specialist. I was going to fall in love, meet my mate, and have everything my parents had. He had to ruin that, though; he first broke my heart and then my soul. Last week. Leaning over, I yawned and turned off my alarm. Before I had to get up, I sank back into my
As I put on my coat, I called out, "I'll see you tonight." After stepping outside the house, I opened the door and closed it behind me. I like the hustle and bustle of the group first thing in the morning, so I always leave for work a little early. Everybody beginning their morning, whether it's going for a morning run or taking their puppies to school. Someone is always present. As I walked down the sidewalk, I sang to myself. From across the street, an elderly wolf named Mavis waved, "Good morning, Clara." I waved back with a grin and chuckle, "You caught me this morning." Every morning, she waits to wave to me in her garden. She has done it ever since my mother used to walk me to school when I was a puppy. "Have a wonderful day at work, Clara," she grinned before she returned inside. I pulled out my phone when it rang in my pocket and smiled at the caller ID. Would you mind linking me? For what reason do you demand ringing me just to ask where I'm?" As I answered the phone, I
As my father placed me on my bed, I whimpered. My mother rushed in and forced my dad to leave. How are you doing, baby? As she sat next to me, she inquired. I moaned, "It hurts..." I scratched at myself while making a point of my abdomen. She pulled my hands away and sighed, "Stop, you'll hurt yourself." I felt like thousands of insects were crawling on me as my body itch. I thought I was going to die because my heart was beating so quickly. "What hurts more?" She inquired. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I choked and wept, "there's something wrong with my heart... it's... beating so fast... it feels-" I wheezed, "My chest... It hurts to breathe." "Baby, it's just your heat." She soothed. I choked, "Mom, it's never... Never like this." She looked at me and then shook her head. What? Do you have any idea what's going on?" I wept. She gave a thoughtful glance and occasionally shook her head. Why wouldn't she say, if she knew what was causing my pain? She trailed off, "