In the core of a city, the pack leader of a group of werewolves, Luther, strived for a private conversation with his son, Laurent. The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow on the ancient trees around them."Laurent," the pack leader began, his voice deep and commanding, "I have asked you to approach Amethysta. Why am I not seeing any improvement? You went to see Patrick yesterday but you didn't inform me what happened there."Laurent shifted uncomfortably, his youthful features displaying a mix of apprehension and eagerness. "Dad... That... Yeah, I went to see Patrick."The pack leader regarded his son with a knowing gaze. "Don't tell me you didn't even approach her. You know what I want? How can you be so clueless?"Laurent hesitated, his thoughts scattered as he remembered the enchanting smile that had graced Amethysta's face while she talked on the phone with someone. "I'm not sure whether she is okay with talking to me."The pack leader's expression grew stern
Isaias and Icarus were determined to mark their presence once more, this time in the form of a new company. The city had changed, grown, and evolved, but their determination remained unwavering. They wanted to show those people who labeled them as evil that they weren't evil but them...They remembered the wise words of their mysterious friend. He had once told them, "To leave a mark, you must build something that lasts." It was the only words that were echoing their mind. The twins wasted no time chilling in the city. They decided to meet Joseph as soon as they thought of establishing the company. Today, The twins went to Joseph's company.The receptionist, Sarah who looked Friendly by nature greeted Isaias and Icarus with a warm smile."Good morning, sirs! What can I do for you?" she asked without noticing their features clearly. "Hi beautiful lady, we are here to meet your boss, Joseph," Isaias said with a flirtatious tone. Sarah gasped remembering the order from her boss that sh
Amethysta's world had once revolved around the comforting routine of boring daily life, but it all came crashing down when Icarus suddenly disappeared from her life. The absence of his presence left her feeling drifting into the pits, and a pervasive sense of loneliness began to settle in.Desperate for answers, Amethysta tried reaching out to Icarus, her calls and messages becoming a lifeline in her quest for connection. Yet, her efforts were met with nothing but silence, as if her pleas vanished into the void.Days turned into weeks, and as the unanswered messages piled up, Amethysta could no longer deny the painful truth: Icarus had vanished from her life. It was as if he had never been there at all.A memory resurfaced in her mind—a conversation with Icarus in which he had mentioned that he was new to the city. It struck her with the force of revelation. What if he left the city? That was what roaming in her mind. Amethysta felt a mixture of emotions—abandoned, hurt, and bewilder
Amethysta facepalmed internally for being suspicious of someone she knew. She felt awkward because of her behavior. It wasn't polite to be rude to someone who came to see her. Laurent, with a hint of nervousness in his voice, cleared his throat. "Amethysta," he began, "I was wondering if you'd be willing to join me for a cup of coffee at the nearby cafe."Amethysta hesitated for a moment, her eyes fixed on the ground, and then looked up at Laurent with a forced smile with a hint of surprise in her eyes since it was all of a sudden he asked, "Well, I suppose I can't deny such a polite request," she replied, her reluctance evident in her tone. "I'll accept, Laurent."With a relieved smile, Laurent nodded. "Thank you, Amethysta."They both made their way to the cafe. Seated at a cosy corner table in the cafe, Laurent and Amethysta perused the menu, each lost in thought about their impending conversation. After a few moments, Laurent looked up and said, "I think I'll have a cappuccino,
Amethysta entered her room, her footsteps echoing softly in the quiet house. She picked up her mobile phone and noticed a few messages from her father, indicating that he was still at work. Her brows furrowed slightly as she read the messages, contemplating whether to respond.However, after a moment's thought, she decided to close her phone without replying for now. She placed it on her bedside table and headed for the bathroom. Sliding down her straps, she stepped inside the shower. The warm water washed away the remnants of a long day. The droplets slid over her body, wetting her body. Under the shower, She couldn't control her emotions anymore. She pressed her lips trying to control her whimpers. But she couldn't. She whimpered while her eyes shed tears which were mingled with water making it meaningless. Amethysta wrapped in her bath towel and stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bathroom. Drops of water glistened on her skin, and her reflection revealed a moment of
Eira quietly made her way to Mateo's bedroom, her footsteps soft against the floor. As she entered, she noticed that Mateo was in the shower, the sound of running water echoing from the bathroom.She decided to wait for him, taking a moment to settle into the cosy room. The dim lighting and the soft scent of Mateo's Pheromones lingered in the air, creating a soothing atmosphere as she patiently waited for his return from his comfortable shower.Mateo emerged from the shower, his lower body draped in a bath towel. Eira's gaze fell upon him, and for a moment, she was awestruck by his presence. His tall, athletic form and the play of water droplets on his skin seemed to captivate her.She couldn't help but relish the sight before her, a moment of admiration that passed between them as he dried himself off, aware of the effect he had on her at that moment. His slow moments got her guard off. "Are you done with your staring, Kitten?" Mateo asked. Eira averted her gaze, looking at the grou
After a quiet moment of comforting silence, Mateo gently broke the hug, his voice soft as he said, "Let's get some sleep, hmm." Mateo caressed her hair gently. Eira responded with a gentle hum, and together, they made their way to the bed. Mateo took the initiative to arrange the bed, making sure it was comfortable.As they settled in, Eira surprised Mateo by laying her head on his chest, her actions leaving him momentarily stunned. His heart skipped a beat, but he soon relaxed, his arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace. The sensation of her head against his chest brought a sense of warmth and intimacy that neither of them could deny.Mateo, curious about Eira's sudden display of sensitivity, gently inquired, "Baby, is this because your heat is approaching, you are so sensitive?"Eira shook her head in response, denying that it had anything to do with her heat. She simply felt the need for closeness and comfort.Mateo sighed softly, his hand patting Eira gently as he whisp
But Icarus paid no attention to her caution. He moved closer, sitting beside her on the bed and gently pulling her closer by the waist, their eyes locked in a moment of intense connection. Amethysta found herself unable to resist his magnetic pull, her earlier resolve melting away in his presence."Angel... I know I did wrong. Just punish me till you are satisfied." Icarus pulled her hand making her touch his cheeks with her hand. When their skin met each other, She felt a sense of connection making her back hair stand straight. Her pupil dilated while her fingertips turned cold. Amethysta's wide purple eyes met Icarus's gaze, and he couldn't help but be captivated by their depth and beauty. Her eyes held a myriad of questions, searching for answers to the sudden rush of emotions coursing through her.As her thoughts swirled, a gentle warmth spread across her cheeks, and she realized it was Icarus's palm, his touch tender and reassuring. She leaned into his touch without knowing,