Yes, we arrived at the church three minutes later than expected. Greg was already waiting at the altar for his to-be bride, and at the sight of her, relief washed over his face. In the end, the wedding was a success. With the hangover headache gone, I could carry out my duties as a maid of honour and deliver.We moved to the reception, the massive, well-decorated Charis Hall, and Diya and Greg got to dance and play the silly couples games, which made the whole hall cheer and applaud them. They were the definition of a couple’s goal, and their happiness brought me so much joy. I had watched them meet and fall in love over six years ago, and seeing how far their story had come was perfect. I could only wish them the best from here.My mind raced back to Zion, wondering if he was okay or thinking about Mommy too. I should have called, but I couldn’t remember where I dropped my phone. I didn’t have Aaron’s phone number memorised, so I couldn’t call. I missed him and would get to him as soo
The roughness and the need present there felt like ones I knew too well. It felt like one I longed for, even though I knew I shouldn’t, and one I wanted to feel, even if it was just for once.In a moment of weakness, I kissed him back, and he seized the opportunity and took advantage of my submission. He deepened the kiss and snaked his tongue into my mouth, tasting it and making me moan out in pleasure. His hands moved down to grab hold of my buttocks, giving them a firm squeeze and pushing himself against me, so I felt him throbbing in his pants.I gasped and shoved him off, still panting and unable to control the many emotions set loose within me.It was one thing for him to want to be a part of his son’s life. I couldn’t stop that, but there was no way I was going to let him back into my life.“I told you there was no going back, and it’s obvious you still want me after so long.” He pulled me closer, and his body pressed against mine, making me feel his need, which throbbed underne
I arrived home, and Zion raced inside his room to go play games on his iPad, just like he sang all the way home. I kicked my heels off and dragged myself into the bedroom. Getting there, I dropped my bag on the bed, and I stripped out of my maid-of-honour dress into something easier to move around in. Since I no longer had a phone, for now I could only use the house line, and one was in the bedroom.Daniel’s line was unreachable and kept going to voicemail, and after two tries, I gave up. I would try again later because I needed to speak to him about what happened between me and Aaron at the reception. I returned to the living room, and I tried to think of what would be best for dinner.There was a cooking timetable on the wall, but it was harder for me to decide because I was not the only one having dinner tonight. I had Zion. I didn’t want to ask for his impute because that would mean leaving an adult decision to a child.I needed to think up what would be okay for dinner for both of
Returning to consciousness took a slow pace, and getting my body to respond to my brain was harder. My lashes fluttered, and I was on the bed in a room that looked like a replica of the one I had woken up in during the weekend over five years ago. White curtains and walls, a massive bed, and expensive interiors. There was a cherry wood shelf close to the window on my right and a mahogany wardrobe to the left, and beside them was a door that I guess had to lead to the bathroom.My eyes could barely keep up, and my eyes and head ached, making me shut them briefly. I wonder what could have caused me such pain. I had no meaningful last memory that would explain the pain or my location. The last thing I remember was leaving Diya’s wedding and taking Zion home.Zion!My heart skipped a beat, and I feared something bad had happened to him.Where is Zion?Was I involved in an accident?I pulled myself up to sit down, not ignoring the ache in my head. And as the bedsheets fell off, they reveale
“Who are you?” My voice trembled as I stared at the man called Aaron who stood before me, and I realised I never knew him. Nothing about him at this moment felt human, and he was right when he said he wasn’t like other men. He had always told me this, and I never understood until now.“I am Aaron Hart,” he said, stepping towards me. The glow in his eyes didn’t decrease as he said those words.I stepped back, and my legs hit the wall. “What the hell are you?”“I am a werewolf, the alpha of the Dominio pack,” he answered.“No!” I shook my head, not willing to believe or accept what he was telling me. “There are no such things as werewolves. Those only exist in movies, books, and tales of the ancients. Not in our world.”“And you’re so desperate to believe a lie just so you can feel comfortable. This isn’t some fantasy world, Zera; this is real. Werewolves are just as real as the air you breathe. I think a part of you already knows that. A part of you has known that I am not like other me
Aaron’s POVI hated the look she gave me. It made my blood boil in my veins to see it. She gave me the same look when I saved her and my son from being harmed by the man named Henry. She looked at me as if I were some sort of monster that needed to be kept as far away from her as possible. I didn’t know why, but it hurt to see the look on her face. It made me feel like a monster. As if I didn’t kill Henry to protect her.I had kept an extra eye on her after I found out I had a son with her. She might not know this, but almost all the other alphas naturally hate the Harts. We had the strongest bloodline, and we have had natural successions of alphas for over ten generations. We’ve been believed to have the blood of the great alpha king, Xavier Ainsworth, flowing through our veins.With this great power came great responsibility. Since our powers were greater than the ones an average wolf or alpha should possess, we needed a mate who could match them. My quest to find one in the last sev
Part 4 Zera’s POV I don’t know how long I stayed there on the floor with my face buried between my legs, but I knew a few hours had passed by. I also got a little sleep with a very weird dream attached to it. My head still ached, but not as much as it did when I confronted Aaron, and it could be because I had no one to aggravate me yet. If I had taken the herbal tea Aaron’s brother, Ivan, brought over earlier, perhaps the headache would have gone faster, but Aaron stepped in and stopped me from having it. ‘You could have taken it when he first offered it to you, but you wanted to be dramatic.’ The voice in my head reminded me. I haven’t moved an inch in the last few hours. I stayed with my head buried between my legs and my eyes shut. I have thought about a lot of things. From my life to my family and loved ones, and then to my job and my home. I wonder if I could return to it and live life as I did before. The answer is no; I’d never be able to live the innocent, naïve life I o
I didn’t struggle with Ivan as he took my hand to have a look at it. I sat in bed exhausted, with no more strength left in me and a pounding head. I had spent half an hour after Aaron left with Zion, crying my eyes out in pain. I didn’t even know when Damor left the room, and I didn’t care. My heart had been broken into a million pieces and was bleeding beyond repair. I wanted to wallow and being left alone helped me do that.Aaron was taking away my son. He was doing it before my very eyes. He had denied me my son, only to bring him back when I had had enough of his games and snapped. Now Zion will believe something is wrong with me. He probably believes I am crazy and am even going to hurt him.You were crazy, and you might not have had intentions of harming him, but you were harming yourself, and he saw that, too. Aaron might have laid out the cards, but you played right into it as he wanted.Ivan dipped the towel in his hand into the bowl of warm water on the bed, and he pried my h