"That girl... She's been spoiled by her family. I need to have a talk with them," Patrick muttered, growing frustrated with Eira's behavior. Little did he know about the alpha who had showered his daughter with dresses.
"Oh, Dad, don't be so strict with us," she whined, capturing the attention of a particular individual in the room."Alright, alright, go freshen up and come back down," Patrick sighed.She hummed and retreated upstairs. Meanwhile, Patrick approached the unfamiliar person and initiated a conversation. A few minutes later, she returned, dressed in a casual outfit carefully chosen by Isaias."Amethysta, meet Laurent... He is our pack leader's son," Patrick introduced his daughter to the pack leader's son."Hello, Mr. Striebeck. It's a pleasure to meet you," she greeted politely, her warm smile gracing her lips."It's equally nice to meet you, Miss Amethysta. Your father has spoken highly of you, but this is my first time seeing you. As he mentioned, you're quite beautiful," Laurent replied politely, causing Amethysta to chuckle awkwardly."You're too kind, Mr. Striebeck," she replied with a smile. Then, she shot a playful glare at her father, who chuckled in response."You two can chat. I'll go fetch something to eat," Patrick quickly excused himself from the room."Please, have a seat, Miss Amethysta," Laurent offered. She hummed and took a seat."Don't pay too much attention to my dad's words, Mr. Laurent. He's always like that," Amethysta said, trying to maintain a polite conversation."Why are you calling me 'Mister'? You're hurting my feelings," Laurent exclaimed dramatically, invoking memories of Icarus' similar dramatic antics. Amethysta couldn't help but burst into laughter at the recollection, and Laurent gave her a puzzled look."I'm sorry," she said, trying to regain her composure. "I just remembered something funny from this morning.""At least you're smiling now. When you first came in, you didn't seem to be in a good mood. I'm glad I could make you smile," Laurent remarked, patting his chest with self-satisfaction. "You did a good job, Laurent," he added proudly, which made Amethysta chuckle once more.Soon, Patrick returned with snacks and juices for them."Here you go," he offered."Thank you, Uncle," Laurent replied gratefully."No need to mention it, boy. Just the two of you dig in," Patrick said, and both Laurent and Amethysta nodded, helping themselves to snacks and juices. Amethysta sipped on her juice when she received a notification on her phone. It was a message from Icarus. Her eyes lit up briefly, but she decided to let it go, still miffed that he had left her during the clothing selection session. She pouted and focused on her juice instead."So, how's your dad?" Patrick initiated a conversation with Laurent."He's doing well, Uncle. He really wants to meet you, but you know how busy he is. That's why he sent me here," Laurent explained."Haha, alright. I'll make sure to visit him someday," Patrick reassured Laurent, but before their conversation could continue, Amethysta's phone rang.Amethysta glanced at her father and Laurent before her eyes brightened upon seeing the call. She quickly handed her dad the juice glass."Can you hold this for me, Dad?" she requested, taking her phone and abruptly moving away from them to answer the call. Her actions were observed by both Patrick and Laurent."Aish... This girl... She'll never grow up. How many times do I have to tell her not to do anything while eating? Look at her, she left her juice for me," Patrick complained to Laurent about his daughter's behavior."Let her be, Uncle," Laurent advised, smiling but clenching his fist in frustration.On Amethysta's side, she answered the call and brought it close to her ear without saying a word."What are you doing, Angel?" Icarus inquired."Why do you care, humph...?" she faked her anger, wanting to convey her annoyance."What's wrong with my angel? Why is my angel mad at me?" When he used those endearing words, "my angel," Amethysta felt like she was floating on a cloud. She cleared her throat."Don't you know what you did?" she glared at nothing, emphasizing her displeasure about being left alone at the mall after he had bought her so many clothes."I'm sorry, Angel. I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. Can you enlighten this fool?" Icarus asked. Hearing his words, she couldn't help but giggle, although she quickly resumed her posture."You left me all alone in the mall," she pouted, unable to resist acting a bit like a pouty child in front of this relative stranger, whom she had only met three times. But she felt strangely comfortable around him, as if he were an old friend."My bad, Angel. I got called into work," Icarus apologized."Alright, since it's work-related, I forgive you," she stated proudly. However, her pride didn't last long. A sudden scream echoed in the background, causing her to flinch."What... What happened?" Her voice trembled with fear."Nothing, Princess. Someone just fell and let out a scream," Isaias reassured her. They swept once again, with Amethysta still feeling uneasy about the unexpected scream."Is he hurt?" she inquired with concern."No, Princess. He's alright now," Isaias reassured her. She had no idea who she was speaking to, but his words brought her relief."How are the dresses, Princess? Did you like them?" Isaias asked."No..." she responded without hesitation. Even without seeing his face, it was clear that he frowned, and her words irked him."I guess we should change the store. That..." his words were cut off by Amethysta, who suddenly declared, "I love them."Isaias chuckled, catching on to her playfulness. In the blink of an eye, he entertained the idea of burning down the entire mall."You know, I'm actually wearing one of them," Amethysta giggled once more, while Laurent observed their playful conversation."Then may I have the pleasure of seeing my princess in the dress I picked for her?" Isaias asked, causing her to blush, her eyelids fluttering with amusement."Wait a sec," she replied. Taking a quick selfie while still on the call, she sent it to him, overwhelmed by the emotions she was experiencing."You look so exquisite, Princess. I just... Nevermind," he stopped abruptly."Come on, finish your sentence," she whined, curious about his hesitation. She heard a chuckle from the other end, an echoing sound that puzzled her as she furrowed her brows."You'll feel shy, Princess, if I say that. Don't worry, I'll tell you one day. That day isn't too far away," Isaias reassured her, which only made her pout in playful annoyance."Amethysta, are you still on the phone? Come here, girl. Don't get lost in your mobile. If it's Eira, tell her that her uncle needs her best friend for a minute," Patrick called out from a distance, causing her to panic."Okay, I'm hanging up. We'll catch up later. I've got some work to do," Amethysta quickly replied to Isaias."Take care, Princess," Isaias said before she hummed and ended the call. Nervously, she walked over to her dad."Why did you call me, Dad?" she inquired."Honey, Laurent is leaving. That's why I asked you to come here," Patrick explained. Amethysta turned to see Laurent, who was already preparing to depart."Then I'm off, Uncle. See you later," Laurent bid his farewell."Alright, Laurent," Patrick patted Laurent's shoulder in farewell."Then I'm leaving, Miss Amethysta," Laurent said, looking at Amethysta."I'm sorry for my rudeness earlier, Mr. Laurent. I was a bit overwhelmed when my friend called. I hope you don't mind," she nervously chuckled."Nah, no worries. Let's catch up later," Laurent replied before departing."What's this behavior, Amethysta? How could you leave in the middle? Is this how I taught you? He's the pack leader's son. You should show him respect," Patrick scolded his daughter for her earlier rudeness."I'm sorry, Dad. I got carried away," Amethysta pouted, and Patrick let out a sigh."So tell me, who's this so-called friend of yours? It's definitely not Eira. Then who is it?" Patrick inquired."I won't tell you," she defiantly stuck out her tongue and dashed off to her room."When will she grow up?" Patrick shook his head in disbelief at his daughter's behavior and then made his way to his own room. With no work to attend to at the moment, he had some time to relax.Isaias ended the call and turned to find his twin brother, Icarus, who was restraining David by covering his mouth. Isaias approached them casually, engrossed in his mobile phone."Gosh... You've got quite the set of pipes, huh? You startled our queen with your screaming. Can't you hold your tongue for a while?" Isaias asked irritably, his deadpan glare piercing through David, who had tears streaming down his face and numerous bruises on his body, indicating he had been severely beaten.As Icarus released David, the latter fell to the floor."Tut... Tut... He's made a mess of my hands," Isaias complained, shaking his hand as if it were tainted. He then took a tissue to clean his hands meticulously."We should teach him a lesson for startling our queen, shouldn't we?" Icarus suggested, his gaze meeting Isaias's, who sported a mischievous smirk on his lips.Isaias squatted down to David's level and yanked him up by his hair, causing David to scream in pain."What should we do with you?"
In the dimly lit corner of a cozy bar, Joseph found the perfect spot for himself and his twin friends, Icarus and Isaias. The bar was alive with laughter and chatter, but here, they could have their own space, away from the prying eyes and the cacophony of the world.Joseph hailed the bartender, a burly man with a friendly smile, and ordered three glasses of their favorite liquors. As the bartender poured the amber liquid into the glasses, Joseph looked at Icarus and Isaias with a warm smile. "Cheers, my buddies," he said, raising his glass."Cheers," Icarus and Isaias replied in unison, clinking their glasses with Joseph's. Icarus, the elder of the twins by a mere five minutes, took a sip of his drink and leaned back in his chair, his eyes distant. "You remember the time we visited this city with Mom, right?" he asked, a wistful smile playing on his lips.Isaias nodded, his gaze mirroring his brother's nostalgia. "Of course. How could I forget? It was one of the best times of our li
Dareen had always been a man of opulence, and his mansion reflected his grandeur. It stood as a testament to his success, with its towering columns and sprawling gardens. Inside, the marble floors gleamed, and the chandeliers cast a soft, warm glow, giving the mansion an air of both elegance and nostalgia.“Sir... Someone called Blake Martinez comes to see you.” One of the servants informed him. Dareen received an unexpected visitor. He never expected that his old friend would come to meet him. “Direct him to my study...” Dareen said He was sitting in his study, engrossed in a stack of paperwork, when the door swung open. He looked up, and there, standing in the doorway, was Blake Martinez, a long-lost friend from his past."Dareen?" Blake exclaimed, his eyes widening with disbelief. "Is that really you?"Dareen rose from his chair, his face breaking into a wide grin. "Blake! It's been twenty years, buddy. I can't believe you're here."The two old friends embraced, a surge of emotio
They walked in silence for a while, the only sounds being the soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the garden, Dareen spoke again."You know, Blake, I never really said goodbye to Hannah properly. When I left this city, I was consumed by grief and the need to protect my sons. I never had the chance to visit her gallery and tell her how much I loved her and how much I missed her. I didn't have a proper burial for her."Blake placed a hand on Dareen's shoulder. "Maybe it's not too late, Dareen. You can still visit her gallery and say your goodbyes. I'm sure she would appreciate it. It's all their fault. They were consumed by darkness. That's why they forgot the pureness of the moon goddess."Dareen's eyes shimmered as he looked at his friend. "You're right, Blake. I don't think I can seek justice for Hannah without any evidence. I can't go against the pack leader either. But being here ca
The hushed conversation between Dareen and Blake was interrupted by the resonant sound of the mansion's heavy wooden doors swinging open. In walked two young men, their presence commanding attention as they crossed the threshold of the living room. Icarus and Isaias had returned home after having liquor with Joseph.Icarus, the elder of the two, possessed a tall, imposing frame, his physique carved by years of rigorous training. His jet-black hair, reminiscent of his father's, framed a chiselled face with sharp, intelligent eyes that mirrored his father's intellect. Isaias, the younger brother, stood just a shade shorter, his lean figure exuding an air of quiet confidence. His eyes, a warm shade of hazel, held a spark of mischief that set him apart from his brother who had eyes of Hazel with blue flecks. Only those who knew them well could set them apart. Blake was awestruck seeing the twin. The last time he had seen Icarus and Isaias, they had been children, barely reaching his wais
The maids served the food elegantly as if they were practised for their lifetime to serve their masters. Dareen raised his glass, filled with deep red wine, in a toast. "To family and friendship." As Dareen said, they chuckled. "So cringey... Dad..." Isaias joked. "You ungrateful brat..." Dareen glared at his son. Again the little laughter filled the room."Okay, okay... No more Melodrama anymore. Let's have dinner." Blake said. The clinking of glasses and the chorus of "hear, hear" echoed through the room as they raised their glasses and took a sip, sealing their commitment to one another.The dinner that followed was a culinary masterpiece. The aroma of carefully prepared dishes filled the air, and the conversation flowed as smoothly as the wine. They discussed shared memories, the joys and tribulations of parenthood, and the unique challenges of a father who had twins to take care of. Icarus and Isaias, despite their imposing presence, proved to be engaging conversationalists.
In the duskily lit streets of the city, the clock had just struck ten. The scent of chocolate hung thick in the air as Isaias stood outside the quaint little chocolate shop that was about to close. The shop's owner, Mr. Reynolds, had been about to close up for the night when Isaias had arrived, determined to satisfy his little princess's unsatisfied heart. "Excuse me, sir. I need chocolates. Can you pack me some?" Isaias asked politely. "Sorry, sir, but we're closing for the night," Mr. Reynolds had politely informed him.But Isaias had an aura that would suppress anyone. "Please sir, just a box of chocolates. My princess wants Chocolate right now. You know I can't just leave it when she showed some interest in chocolate," he implored, his dark eyes flashing a hint of arrogance."But, Sir..." Mr. Reynolds's words were cut off by Isaias's words, "Money is not a matter. I want chocolates. I hope you won't disappoint your late-night customer." Isaias spread his oppressive pheromones m
As she reached for a chocolate, Isaias couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction after a long time. His and his twin's plan had worked perfectly so far. They sat on a bench in the park. A gentle night breeze brushed against her pale complex, sending a tingling sensation to her core.Amethysta took the chocolate, licking it and tasting it slowly. Without caring about the surroundings, Amethysta was tasting the chocolate and moaning whenever the chocolate melted because of her tongue's heat. Seeing her, Isaias couldn't help but want to kiss those rosy lips, tasting them till he was satisfied. But he held back his desire, controlling his nerves to pop out. As the wind flew, The sweet small hit Amethysta's nose, making her jolt up. She looked around to find the source of the smell but little did she know that Isaias was the source. When she felt the familiarity, she looked at Isaias while her eyes went wide. She forgot to use the artificial pheromones. Icarus was going to find her